After hearing this, Mo Zichen said to Nangong Cai, "Sister Cai, in my heart, I've always treated you as my sister. No matter what, I'll always make my stand clear."
"I know. I just think that if you really like her, you shouldn't make her sad!"
"I'm sad, but I'll only be satisfied if someone is happy!" Nangong Cai said to Mo Zichen. "Alright, you still have class in the afternoon, so I'll be leaving first."
Mo Zichen nodded his head, but he still felt a little strange seeing Qian Lan in front of him.
Tonight, he was on a mission alone, so it took him a long time to get home. It wasn't until 3 am that he finally returned home. But … he saw the same person waiting for him at the same place.
"You're back?" Qian Lan looked at Mo Zichen and smiled. "I don't know why, but I feel like you're different during the day and at night."
As Mo Zichen approached Qian Lan, he immediately smelled the pungent smell of alcohol. So, his expression immediately turned sour, "This woman is a little too brave. How dare she drink and sit here on her own."
"No one dares to come near me … I brought pepper spray with me!" Qian Lan said in a daze.
Mo Zichen had no choice but to help her home. He then took her into the bathroom and helped her wash her face.
"Are you awake?"
After being stimulated by the cold water, Qian Lan's mind cleared up. When she realized she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her face turned red and she felt embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I've embarrassed myself in front of you … You're probably sick of me. You drown your sorrows in alcohol when you're heartbroken, and you even came to the man's house …"
After speaking, Qian Lan stood up and held onto the wall to leave. But, she accidentally tripped on the carpet and fell to the ground.
Mo Zichen tried to help her up, but she refused, "I just feel like I'm a failure. I can't control my own life."
Mo Zichen knew that Qian Lan was a girl that wanted to live a normal life. She didn't like her parents interfering with her life.
"You must think I'm terrible."
Mo Zichen did not say a word because he didn't know what to say.
Qian Lan couldn't hold it in any longer, so she burst into tears. Even if she was in a sorry state, she had to accept it.
Mo Zichen looked at the kind-hearted girl from behind and couldn't help but stroke her head from behind. "It's different."
"Huh?" Qian Lan didn't know how to react.
"Understand it yourself!"
After speaking, Mo Zichen helped her sit on the sofa in the living room.
Qian Lan tried her best to understand what Mo Zichen meant. But, because of the alcohol, her brain was a little muddled, so she couldn't remember.
"This is my first time drinking. I should be able to recall it. Wait …"
Mo Zichen couldn't help but laugh. But, by the time he retrieved a blanket from the bedroom, Qian Lan had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
Mo Zichen didn't move her anymore. Instead, he gave her another pillow so that she could sleep comfortably on the sofa.
…
Apart from her background, Qian Lan was very ordinary in every other aspect. She was so ordinary that even a random actress in the entertainment industry would be better than her.
However, it was this ordinariness that made Mo Zichen feel at ease.
Perhaps it was because as an intelligence officer, what he hoped for the most was such an ordinary life.
He was very restrained, especially when it came to relationships. Even when it came to his family, he was willing to not appear in front of them for 5 years so that Tangning wouldn't worry about him.
He didn't want to hurt anyone because, as an intelligence officer, he didn't have the right to be ordinary.
But, now that he had met her, what could he do?
As Mo Zichen looked down at Qian Lan sleeping on the sofa, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions …
…
The next morning, Qian Lan woke up at Mo Zichen's home. If she was 70% clear-headed the previous night, then as she thought back to what happened, her face began to burn.
"You're awake? Go wash up, it's time for breakfast. "
As Qian Lan looked at Mo Zichen, who was holding a piece of toast, she suddenly remembered that Mo Zichen seemed to have said something important the night before. But, she couldn't remember a single word.
So, as soon as they sat down at the dining table, she asked Mo Zichen, "Errr … did you say something important to me last night?"
"Last night, I said it's different," Mo Zichen repeated patiently.
After hearing this, Qian Lan finally understood what Mo Zichen meant. After all, she had previously said something to Mo Zichen, "I originally thought that I would be different in your heart. But, in the end, I'm no different than anyone else."
So, did Mo Zichen's reply mean that he was giving her an answer?
"Then … we …"
Mo Zichen put down the glass of milk in his hand, adjusted his glasses and said to Qian Lan, "Qian Lan, the last time you came looking for me, what time did I return home?"
"Around 1am."
"What about last night?" Mo Zichen asked.
"Around 3am."
"So, don't you have any questions?"
Qian Lan shook her head. She was curious, but she was certain that Mo Zichen didn't go to a nightclub, nor did he look like he was looking for a woman. After all, his scent was the answer. There was no trace of impurity on his body.
"I won't say anything because I have nothing to say. But, I need to tell you that this situation will continue for a long time. What are you going to do?" Mo Zichen asked.
"Do you … have a special reason?" Qian Lan guessed. "If that's the case, you don't need to say anything. I won't mind."
"If you accept this, I think … we can try being together," Mo Zichen said confidently.
"Really?"
"Yes! In case some drunkard barges into my home again, "Mo Zichen said before he handed the glass of milk to Qian Lan.
"Don't worry about my parents. Even if I have to risk my life, I won't listen to their arrangements. I will only choose what I want."
"Actually, there's no need to argue with your parents," Mo Zichen said with a hidden meaning.
"Are you trying to say that family is more important than a partner?"
"What I want to say is that family and partner don't have to be opposing. I will make sure your parents are satisfied with me."
"How are you going to do that?" Qian Lan was curious. Was he going to change his background?
"Hurry and go to class after breakfast. By the way, you didn't come home last night. Aren't you afraid that your family will be worried?" Mo Zichen reminded. "Give your mother a phone call. No matter how angry she is, she is still your mother."
"OK," Qian Lan nodded. However, she was still thinking about how to communicate with her family.
She truly liked Mo Zichen. No matter what his background was, she would accept it.
Her sister was already married to a big shot, so was there a need to make things difficult for her?
Meanwhile, Mo Zichen looked at Qian Lan's hesitation and couldn't help but laugh …
This silly woman …
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