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Xiang Wen: Uncle Su, the trend is unstoppable, and individual strength is indeed insufficient to resist it. While it's not impossible to gain something from this torrent, I don't think it's necessary to take risks. Risk and reward are rarely proportional, and no one can predict how long this fluctuation will last or how profound its impact will be. For us, if we can prepare in advance and minimize losses, that would already be a victory. If it does arrive earlier than expected, the more decisively we shrink unnecessary fronts and preserve our core strength, the less damage we can minimize.

After he sent the message, the other end remained silent for a moment before replying.

Su Yuntao: You're right.

Just as Mo Xiangwen was about to put down his phone, the other party sent another message. The tone of this message was clearly different from when they were discussing the economic situation earlier.

Su Yuntao: Oh, right, there's one more thing. Xiang Wen, although I personally admire you and am very grateful for your help, let's keep things separate. You can't bully my daughter.

Mo Xiangwen's heart skipped a beat, and his fingers tightened slightly as he gripped his phone, feeling a sudden pang of guilt.

Got it. This so-called economic crisis was just a side effect. The main thing is that he realized something was wrong with his daughter and came to torture her, right?

Fortunately, Su Yuntao didn't ask the question in front of Mengli and Mengyao.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and decided to play dumb to get through this.

Xiang Wen: Uncle Su, don't worry. The workload in our studio isn't heavy. Besides, I have such a good relationship with them, why would I bully them?

After sending it, he immediately turned on Do Not Disturb mode on his phone and placed it screen-down on the table.

After all, Su Yuntao is a middle-aged man with considerable experience. If you chat with Su Yuntao for too long, you don't know if you might accidentally reveal something.

In short, talk as little as possible.

"What's wrong?" Yan Nuoya, who was sitting diagonally opposite him, seemed to notice that something was wrong with him and looked up at him.

"It's nothing, Uncle Su just asked if our studio has enough funds." Mo Xiangwen started by spouting nonsense.

However, since it was too obvious to Noah, Noah glanced at him and did not ask any further questions.

Mo Xiangwen composed himself and turned to Bai Shishi, who was biting her pen beside him.

On the composition book laid out in front of her, there were many marks of revisions next to the paragraphs she had just written.

"Have you hit a roadblock in your writing?" He leaned closer, his voice softening.

Bai Shishi nodded in distress: "Yeah, I always feel that it's written in a dry way, without that feeling of touching people's hearts."

Mo Xiangwen picked up her draft essay and quickly glanced through it.

He pulled up a chair, sat down, and picked up a pen: "Come on, let's rethink our approach. See, here's a reference..."

He patiently guided her, starting with some classic examples and sentences, listing a few materials that might be helpful to her, and helping her to organize the logic of the article.

As Bai Shishi listened, her eyes gradually brightened, as if her previously blocked thoughts had been cleared.

"I think I understand!" She picked up her pen, eager to try making the changes, and quickly became engrossed in the process.

Knowing how hard-won inspiration was, he nodded without interrupting Shishi's train of thought.

After a while, as if suddenly remembering something, she looked up, her eyes filled with a hint of dependence and timidity, and asked softly, "Xiang Wen, will you accompany me to the exam hall on the day of the college entrance examination?"

Mo Xiangwen replied without hesitation, "Definitely. Even if I have to take leave, I will definitely accompany Shishi to the exam venue and cheer her on at the entrance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Mengyao next to him immediately raised her hand: "Me too! Me too! To be Shishi's cheerleader!"

“Of course we should be together at such an important moment,” Su Mengli said with a smile.

Yan Nuoya looked away from the screen and at Bai Shishi: "Yes, I'll go too."

Bai Shishi looked at everyone who had gathered around her, her eyes slightly warm. The tension and anxiety she had felt about the college entrance examination seemed to have been washed away by a warm current.

She took a deep breath, a bright smile spreading across her face: "Yes! With Xiang Wen and everyone else here, I have nothing to be afraid of. Even if... even if I don't pass the exam in the end, I have the courage to face the result."

Mo Xiangwen reached out and gently ruffled her soft hair, saying softly, "Don't think too much. Just do your best. Besides, whether you pass the exam or not, Shishi will be with everyone."

Bai Shishi tilted her head and gently nuzzled him.

"Uh-huh."

After school, Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya escorted Bai Shishi back to her mother Fu Qianping's office.

After seeing Bai Shishi to the door, Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak.

He looked at Fu Qianping, who was about to leave with Shishi, and said, "Teacher Fu, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Fu Qianping turned around and looked at him in surprise: "What is it? Speak."

"It's about the day of Shishi's college entrance exam." Mo Xiangwen organized his thoughts, trying to figure out how to persuade her: "A few of us friends discussed it and decided to go to the exam site together to accompany Shishi and cheer her on. I wonder if you would agree?"

Fu Qianping did not answer immediately. Her gaze lingered for a few seconds on Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya, who was standing beside him with her head down, seemingly lost in thought.

She frowned and asked to confirm, "You mean, when Shishi takes the college entrance exam, you should come and accompany her?"

Mo Xiangwen nodded quickly, and emphasized, "It's not just me, it's all of us. There's also Nuoya, and two other senior students, Su Mengli and Su Mengyao, we'll all be going."

Yan Nuoya finally raised her head, nodded slightly to Fu Qianping, and said softly, "Teacher Fu, I will go with you then."

Fu Qianping's gaze shifted between the two, and the corridor fell silent for a few seconds.

To Mo Xiangwen's surprise, she didn't show any objection or doubt; instead, she readily nodded.

"Row."

Mo Xiangwen was stunned for a moment, not quite reacting.

Fu Qianping looked at him and Yan Nuoya, who was standing quietly to the side, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "Shishi trusts you so much, and she has indeed become much more cheerful during this time. As her mother, I don't need to be the bad guy and hinder your good intentions."

"Yay!" Bai Shishi hugged Fu Qianping tightly, revealing a sweet smile: "Thank you, Mom."

She hadn't felt anything at first, but when her daughter thanked her for this, Fu Qianping was both amused and exasperated.

My daughter is all grown up now, and she's not on her mother's side anymore.

Fu Qianping's sudden sigh left Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya somewhat bewildered.

"Then we'll head back now," Mo Xiangwen said. "Goodbye, teacher, Shishi."

"Yes, see you tomorrow, Xiang Wenming." Shishi nodded vigorously.

After seeing Shishi off, Mo Xiangwen and Yan Nuoya went downstairs, where Su Mengyao and Su Mengli were waiting for him.

As soon as they saw them come down, the two immediately came to greet them.

"What do you mean?" Su Mengyao asked nervously, "Did Shishi's mother agree?"

“I agree,” Mo Xiangwen said. “This is a simple matter.”

Su Mengli nodded slightly and said with a soft smile, "That's good, let's go back."

Chapter 220 What are you two doing?!

In the bedroom, Mo Xiangwen was resting on the bed, a rare occurrence, when suddenly several very obvious coughs came from outside the door.

Not only that, but the footsteps also seemed quite distinct, as if they were deliberately dragging their shoes.

pat pat pat.

As the footsteps drew closer, his door opened.

Mo Xiangwen turned his head to look at the doorway, where Yan Nuoya, wearing a nightgown, stood.

Seeing that it was Noah, he turned his attention back to the video on his phone screen.

He's gotten used to it.

Noah used to come to his room often, and lately she has been staying there until bedtime before going back to her own room.

However, to his surprise, Yan Nuoya did not come in immediately, but stood at the door, seemingly waiting for something.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiangwen looked up at her again and asked in confusion, "Were you coughing just now? Do you have a cold?"

Yan Nuoya blinked, didn't say anything, but sat on the bed, leaned her head towards him, and tilted it slightly upwards.

Mo Xiangwen immediately understood and reached out to touch her smooth forehead.

It wasn't exactly ice-cold to the touch, but at least it didn't feel hot to him.

"Although there's no fever," Mo Xiangwen hesitated for a moment before speaking, "it's still possible you've caught a cold..."

"No." Yan Nuoya shook her head gently: "I just had an itchy throat and coughed a few times."

"That's good."

Hearing Noah say that, he felt relieved and continued watching the video.

Yan Nuoya leaned her head closer, as if trying to see what was on his phone screen.

With her head blocking his view, Mo Xiangwen couldn't see the phone screen at all; all he could see was her beautiful silver-white long hair.

However, since it wasn't some kind of shady video, Mo Xiangwen simply put the screen down and let her watch, then reached out and gently stroked her long hair.

"Noah's hair is so beautiful," Mo Xiangwen exclaimed. "It feels so nice to touch too."

"Has Mingming not helped me blow-dry my hair since he came back?" Yan Nuoya said softly, "Now I have to blow-dry it myself every time, which is a bit inconvenient."

Mo Xiangwen certainly understood what she meant.

During the holidays, he was the one who styled Nuoya and Shishi's hair.

Mo Xiangwen smiled awkwardly: "Since we came back, the only convenient place to help you dry your hair is the living room, and everyone feels a bit embarrassed."

"Hmm." Yan Nuoya gave a soft, noncommittal hum.

Mo Xiangwen stroked her long, beautiful hair a few more times, then reluctantly let go. He gently patted her head and said with a soft laugh, "Okay, your hair dried itself. Next time, I'll definitely find a chance to help you dry it again, okay?"

“Okay, but there’s one more thing.” Yan Nuoya responded, but didn’t stop what she was doing.

She suddenly lifted her leg and deftly slipped into his blanket.

Her slightly cool feet brushed against his calf, bringing a refreshing coolness.

A beautiful girl in a nightgown suddenly crawled into his bed, and even though the girl was Yan Nuoya, whom he was already used to, it still made Mo Xiangwen's heart skip a beat.

He composed himself, then asked, somewhat puzzled, "This is... what you meant by 'there's one more thing'?"

"No." Yan Nuoya adjusted herself into a comfortable position under the covers, turning to face him. In the dim light, her eyes appeared exceptionally clear.

"What is it?" Mo Xiangwen asked, even more curious.

Yan Nuoya looked at him quietly, pausing for a long time, as if hesitating about something.

Just as Mo Xiangwen was about to ask another question, she used her calm and even tone to throw out a question that was enough to make Mo Xiangwen's heart stop.

"Did you confess to Su Mengyao, or did Su Mengyao confess to you?"

Mo Xiangwen's body trembled violently, and he almost jumped off the bed.

He looked at Yan Nuoya in disbelief, but her expression remained unchanged, as if she were simply asking about the weather.

It took him more than ten seconds to regain his composure, and he asked with a slightly dry throat, "How...how did you notice?"

Noah has been catching him off guard all day.

“Mengyao doesn’t know how to hide her emotions like Mengli does,” Yan Nuoya said matter-of-factly, “It’s too easy to tell.”

"What emotion?" Mo Xiangwen asked instinctively, trying to get some information for free.

Yan Nuoya did not answer. Her hand under the blanket touched his waist and pinched his side lightly.

"Ouch—Fine, I won't tell you then." Mo Xiangwen winced in pain, shrinking back, then leaned closer to her, pleading in a slightly ingratiating tone, "How about this, I'll tell you the actual situation, and you tell me what you saw, okay?"

"Tell me if you want, or don't." Yan Nuoya looked away, her tone indifferent but with a hint of certainty: "Anyway, I can guess even if you don't tell me."

Damn it, how can this woman be so adorable?

Mo Xiangwen looked at her slightly puffed-out profile and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Thank you for the compliment," Yan Nuoya said without turning her head.

"My dear Yan, please respect my human rights." Mo Xiangwen sighed, "Please don't use mind-reading on me so casually, okay?"

“I don’t have mind-reading abilities,” Yan Nuoya finally turned back, looking at him calmly, “but your eyes have changed.”

"How did you figure that out just by looking at them?"

Yan Nuoya tilted her head slightly, seemingly thinking for a moment, before giving him an answer that left him speechless: "Anyway, I figured it out."

Seeing her like this, Mo Xiangwen finally gave in.

"Alright, alright, since you're my dear Yan, I'll just pretend to believe you."

He has absolutely no self-awareness. How could I possibly like this idiot?

Yan Nuoya sighed softly to herself.