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Mo Yesi looked at her for a few seconds and then smiled. "They don't know about our marriage yet."

"What?" Shen Rou feigned astonishment. "You haven't told them? It's a major milestone, how could you…"

"Mianmian isn't ready."

Mo Yesi turned to face the girl beside him and patted her on the head. "I'll take her home only when she's ready.

"Before that, if she doesn't wish to go to my house yet, then we shan't go."

He didn't sound especially gentle, but it wasn't hard to detect the affection in it.

He made it very clear.

Regardless of the matter, he would respect Qiao Mianmian's decision.

They'd do it her way.

How much did a man like Mo Yesi have to love her for him to pamper her this way?

Especially when he had always been used to making decisions on his own.

It had always been others compromising and going along with his say, never the other way around.