Chapter 65: I Want to Marry Mo Twelve

In that instant, the very air seemed to freeze.

Mo Mei’s hands trembled. To have ended up like this—it was all Yun Fuyue’s fault! Every bit of it!

“Aren’t you leaving yet? Stop dreaming!” You Tong, displeased, added sharply.

Only then did Mo Mei slowly rise, bowed her head, and left.

The next moment, Yun Fuyue, smiling brightly, walked up to Mo Feiyuan with little Mumu in tow.

“Iceberg, if I didn’t mishear, you just said you wanted to marry me?”

You Tong—the large, black-clad figure from moments before—was the first to speak. “Of course, once you bear—”

“You Tong, stand down,” Mo Feiyuan interrupted, his voice so cold it threatened to freeze the night itself.

With that, the big man retreated, scattering pebbles in his wake.

Yun Fuyue narrowed her eyes, her smile lingering as she looked at Mo Feiyuan. “Are you asking me out, alone? Very well, let’s discuss what I just happened to overhear.”

Mo Feiyuan pressed his lips together. The pale moonlight traced the perfection of his profile, outlining him in a gentle halo—a beauty both cold and pure.

“It was merely a lack of discipline—thoughtless words, nothing more.”

Yun Fuyue laughed softly. “Oh, so it seems I misunderstood. You’re not interested in me. That makes sense—you're lofty and untouchable, while I’m just the daughter of the Yun family, hardly worthy of your notice. In that case, I’d better marry Mo Twelve instead. A beautiful couple, perfectly matched!”

Her words were nothing but a retort. Since Mo Feiyuan had irritated her, she refused to let him have the last word.

Sure enough, upon hearing her, his icy face grew even colder, as if ten thousand years of frost had settled there—unyielding and relentless.

“As you wish.” In the end, he uttered only those two words.

Fine! As she wished, then. Marriage was hardly an ordeal. She already had a child—what was there to fear about marrying someone?

“All right, then you should give me a wedding gift,” Yun Fuyue pressed, stepping up to Mo Feiyuan and meeting his gaze.

Cold eyes met burning ones, a silent battle waging between them.

“Very well.” After a long pause, he finally spoke that single word.

Very well, indeed!

Yun Fuyue unceremoniously extended her hand to him. “Well, where’s my gift? You owe me one, and only with it can I find peace.” This assertiveness, bordering on dominance, made Mo Feiyuan’s eyes narrow in intensity.

“Wait for me.” He slowly raised his hand, as if to touch Yun Fuyue’s face, but hesitated, clenching his fist instead.

Hmph.

She knew it—this man had desires but lacked the courage. Even when she put herself right in front of him, he dared not touch her. In the end, though she’d been the one teasing him, she was the one left frustrated. Realizing this, she quickly composed herself.

“Well, well, what’s this I hear? My beautiful elder sister is deciding to marry me?” Mo Twelve popped out from who knew which corner, wearing a wicked smile—a beauty so striking it could incite envy from gods and mortals alike.

Yun Fuyue hadn’t expected him to appear so promptly, but since she’d only borrowed his name for a little fun, there was no need to take it so seriously.

He hooked his arm around hers, nestling close in a manner both delicate and endearing. “My beautiful sister, let’s pick a date straightaway! It’s no easy feat to win Lord Shen Yin’s blessing.”

Mo Feiyuan’s expression, already frigid, could now have been carved from eternal ice. His gaze, sharp as a blade, fixed on Mo Twelve.

Ha, the iceberg was finally about to lose his composure—just a bit more fuel for the fire.

“How about in the next few days? Marriage isn’t something one should delay; it’s like one of the three great urgencies—impossible to hold back. My mother’s urged me countless times already. If I don’t marry soon, I’ll be old!” Yun Fuyue said, sneaking a glance at Mo Feiyuan.

She saw his eyebrows twitch twice—clear displeasure.

Oh, it worked! This man truly needed a little discipline.

“Mm—” Yun Fuyue, about to say something even more provocative, hadn’t yet reacted when Mo Feiyuan seized her lips in a sudden kiss.

The balance of power had shifted too swiftly for her to keep up, her mind still reeling as a cold sensation pressed against her mouth—his touch.

Cool ice met fervent flame, the two temperatures entangling and transforming into a gentle, enveloping warmth. In a flash, a scene both familiar and distant flickered through her mind.

Entwined to the bone...

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the image was so vivid, every movement, every breath as real as memory.

She opened her eyes, gazing at the man whose own eyes were half-shut, savoring the warmth between their lips.

Delicate brows, striking features, a celestial aura barely perceptible—cold, yet safe. Cold, yet achingly familiar. As if, long ago, they had always been thus.

For all her years, she was still a girl who’d never known love. Even with a son, she was still a stranger to romance—pure in spirit, with a modern mind.

She would pursue those she liked, act boldly, get angry and act petulant, and notice the smallest details.

With eyes closed, she knew he was savoring this moment, gently imprinting himself upon her again and again—he cared for her.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, letting his warmth and breath brand themselves upon her soul, wave after wave of memory cascading through her.

“Hey, are you two trying to put on a live show for me?”

Mo Twelve’s words jolted Mo Feiyuan back to himself—he’d nearly forgotten he couldn’t...

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Dear readers, just a quick note: some previous content has been slightly revised. I’ve made a few small tweaks, but nothing that affects the main storyline or overall plot. So, there’s no need to reread—unless you want to. Why mention it? Mainly, I adjusted the rhythm of the interactions between the main characters; the heroine is a bit more assertive now, which suits her personality better. It doesn’t change anything major. Sending big hugs~ As for the story, if you have any suggestions, feel free to share them. I’ll try my best to make improvements where I can. Your feedback is my greatest motivation—after all, as the author, sometimes I miss things from my perspective. If anything feels off or unclear, let me know—just don’t be harsh, and serious comments are always welcome. I’m the type who, if criticized too harshly, might sulk for days and lose writing momentum. So be good—all my love...