Chapter 7: I don’t cherish it as much after I get it

Chapter 7: I don’t cherish it as much after I get it

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lin Hui walked into the gate of the villa, changed his shoes and passed by the living room. There was a faint smell in the air that was a bit pungent and a bit fragrant.

Although it is very faint, it is still not negligible.

The butler appeared at the right time, "Master, would you like something to eat?"

Lin Hui turned back and said, "No need, go to bed early."

He was about to go upstairs, but stopped after a few steps. "What does the living room smell like?"

The housekeeper dutifully reported, "It's the taste of the midnight snack that my wife and children had, barbecue, fried chicken, and crayfish."

He hesitated, "There are also desserts, but they are not opened."

So now there should be no air factor in desserts.

Lin Hui's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he did not comment on the housekeeper's words, "When did you eat?"

"Around seven o'clock, we eat until half past nine."

Lin Hui understood, no wonder there was still some smell left.

"Qingchuan is coming too?"

"Yes, Master Qingchuan is the main force."

Lin Hui's usually calm eyes seemed to ripple.

He didn't ask any more questions, nodded and went upstairs.

……

Yu Jingmo stayed in the living room watching Huang Fangkuai until around nine o'clock before going upstairs to wash up.

It was almost ten o'clock when I finished washing.

With her slightly damp hair loose, she sat on the small sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, picked up the tablet and pen on the small table and started drawing.

The slender white wrist moved flexibly, and soon a cute two-headed little man appeared under the pen.

In half an hour, Yu Jingmo drew three six-grid cartoons.

It's a warm little everyday story.

After finishing the painting and adjusting some details, she posted it on her newly registered Weibo.

I was too lazy to continue using my previous nickname.

This is just the beginning, and she doesn’t expect much traffic. Her only advantage now is the painting skills she has practiced for more than ten years.

We have collaborated with Taiwan National Television and the National Museum before, but they were the ones who approached us.

She is not so dedicated in running her account. After all, she doesn't make a living from it. She prefers to paint whatever she likes.

Some people have a good night's sleep, while others suffer from insomnia.

Lin Qingchuan failed to fall asleep within ten minutes and stared blankly at the dark ceiling.

Thinking about his stepmother who had suddenly appeared these days, his brows furrowed.

He couldn't figure out what her purpose was for the time being.

Maybe that's what Cheng Yan said in the text message, he wanted to achieve some purpose through him...

Thinking of this, Lin Qingchuan's slightly irritated heart gradually cooled down.

**

The next morning, Yu Jingmo was awakened by his biological clock.

She didn't go to bed early or late last night, but she got enough sleep for eight hours and felt refreshed.

When I went downstairs, I saw an unexpected person at the dining table.

She always thought that Lin Hui was a workaholic and went straight back to the company after the auction.

There were two breakfasts on the table, a sandwich and a bacon and egg dish, one with coffee and the other with milk.

To be honest, bacon is quite fragrant.

"Good morning."

After saying hello, Yu Jingmo walked to his usual seat and sat down, just opposite Lin Hui.

The maid quickly brought out her breakfast.

Thin-skinned soup dumplings, golden fried dough sticks, pumpkin porridge and a boiled egg.

But her breakfast is even more delicious!

Her smile was ten times more genuine than when she had greeted me earlier.

Lin Qingchuan's hand holding the sandwich paused for a second and looked at the bacon and eggs on the plate expressionlessly.

Lin Hui had almost finished eating. Seeing the woman's obvious smile change, he looked at her a few more times.

"I'm going back to my hometown this weekend, do you want to come with me?"

Yu Jingmo swallowed the porridge in his mouth and didn't react for a moment, "Which hometown?"

[It's the host of the Lin family's old house! You've been there before you got married! ]

Yu Jingmo's eyelids twitched slightly, and his voice was as calm as before, "Oh, are we going to the old house?"

"Yeah." Lin Hui nodded slightly, with no fluctuation on his face.

He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with Yu Jingmo's question just now.

"Can I not go?"

Yu Jingmo has not yet fully adapted to this identity, and the plot given by the system in his mind feels a bit disconnected.

Just after I blurted it out, I remembered that I had been to the old house shortly before I got married, and even heard other people mention the word "hometown".

Then her doubts were indeed somewhat unreasonable.

But she wasn't too worried.

Time travel is something bizarre enough and not something that can be easily imagined.

Besides... she and Lin Hui had originally arranged to get married, so they would probably get divorced soon, and Lin Hui didn't seem like someone who liked to meddle in other people's business.

Thinking of this, Yu Jingmo asked the system: "System, if Lin Hui and I divorce, will the mission still be there?"

[Yes! Even if you are divorced, the necessary plot still needs to happen, so don't think that you can skip the quest just because you are divorced! ]

“……”Yu Jingmo felt a little regretful.

But soon Lin Hui's voice interrupted her silent sigh, "It's okay if you really don't want to, it's just a formality."

"Then I..."

[Host, it would be better for you to go. If there is a mission, you will have to rush over if you haven't gone yet.]

Yu Jingmo: ...Thank you so much.

"I'd better go."

Lin Hui nodded and drank the last bit of coffee. "I'll go to the company first."

Yu Jingmo thought he was talking to Lin Qingchuan and ate a fried dough stick without caring.

But I found that no sound was heard during this process.

She paused and slowly raised her head.

She met two pairs of somewhat similar eyes, both looking at her.

She raised the corners of her lips, "...work goes well."

The man nodded slightly, stood up and left.

Lin Hui walked to the door, thinking about the pair of clear and lazy eyes he had just looked at, which no longer had the calculating look they had before.

He frowned slightly.

The butler stood at the door, bowing slightly, "Master," he paused, and instead of saying "good luck on your work" as he often said before, he said, "Have a nice trip."

Lin Hui was somewhat helpless, "Uncle Lin, I told you that you don't have to do this every day."

The butler disagreed, "Master, this is my duty as a butler."

Seeing this, Lin Hui gave up the idea of ​​persuading him further.

In the restaurant, Lin Qingchuan put down his fork, raised his eyelids and looked at someone who looked very happy.

"You seem a little different from before."

Yu Jingmo didn't even stutter: "Oh, women, once you get them, you might not cherish them that much."

"......?" Lin Qingchuan felt mixed emotions, and suddenly he began to worry about his old father more than ever before.

After breakfast, Lin Qingchuan went out.

Yu Jingmo had nothing to do, so he sat in the small flower room and casually painted a few flowers.

After some revisions, I thought it was pretty good and decided to post it on Weibo.

She opened her Weibo and was somewhat surprised to find that the comic strip she posted last night had more than a hundred likes and even a dozen comments.

The small comic strip was originally used by her for practice, and there was no topic when she posted it.

In addition, since her account was so new, she thought it would be great if she could get more than a dozen likes.

So, Yu Jingmo clicked on the comments first.