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Cheng Mo quietly flipped through the newspaper, holding a Blue-and-White Porcelain Cup in her right hand, but her lips did not touch the rim; the steaming tea had already cooled significantly. For two consecutive days, there had been no news about Shaoyi in the paper, and she was completely unaware of the situation, left to sit here waiting aimlessly, filled with melancholy.
"Young Mistress," Xiao Jing called softly, "you've been reading for a long time. Shouldn't you take a break? Oh, by the way, there's a Miss Ye outside who says she is your friend..."
Cheng Mo's eyes suddenly brightened, and her Lip Corners lifted in a smile. "Is it Miss Ye Yeh Zhenzhen?"
"Yes," Xiao Jing replied. "So she really is your friend. I almost sent her away just now."
"She is a friend I made while studying in France. Please invite her in." She put down the teacup and tidied her hair, her Lip Corners still holding a gentle smile.
Xiao Jing led Ye Yeh Zhenzhen into the living room. Cheng Mo's eyes lit up; it had been a long time since she last saw Ye Yeh Zhenzhen, who had become even more radiant and charming, especially those grape-like sparkling eyes that were now looking at her with a glimmering light, making her unable to help but smile.
"Yeh Zhenzhen."
"Mo Su." The long-lost close friend immediately embraced her warmly. Xiao Jing hurried to serve tea and arranged a golden silk cushion for Ye Yeh Zhenzhen. Ye Yeh Zhenzhen smiled at Xiao Jing innocently, "Mo Su, this sister is so beautiful and has such great temperament."
"Miss Ye flatters me." Xiao Jing was taken aback for a moment and slowly smiled back at her.
"Of course! Xiao Jing is the wife of Shen Deputy Officer, and Shen Deputy Officer is truly exceptional; how could anyone he favors be lacking?" Their compliments made Xiao Jing feel somewhat uncomfortable, and she quickly turned to return to her room, hearing Ye Yeh Zhenzhen's cheerful laughter behind her, "Sister Xiao Jing is too cute; she's embarrassed now."
Cheng Mo shot her a glance and said, "Xiao Jing usually appears generous and prudent; it's rare to see her blush like a young girl because of your praise."
"Really?" Ye Yeh Zhenzhen played with the curly hair around her neck, her eyes sparkling. "I just finished my studies in France. Mo Su, you’re not being fair; I hardly ever see you studying. You managed to earn enough credits in just two years while I took four years!"
Cheng Mo smiled slightly. "You know, I was worried that your playful nature would prevent you from graduating."
"How could that be? Brother Zuwei is gone, and you are gone too. There's no one to play with me. If I don't study properly, I really can't find anything else to do." Her voice was crisp and cheerful, like the yellow oriole in the courtyard. Cheng Mosu couldn't help but tease, "No one to play with you? Or is it that no one wants to listen to your bragging?"
Yeh Zhenzhen blushed, her eyes shining even brighter. "Oh, Cheng Mosu, you are really boring. We've been talking about this for several years now."
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more." Cheng Mosu waved her hand with a smile, feeling a little better. Yeh Zhenzhen also stopped laughing, her gaze becoming calm as she asked softly, "What about Brother Zuwei? Is he doing well?"
Cheng Mosu felt a ripple in her heart, hiding her unease. "Well, I've seen him twice since he returned home. He is now a war correspondent..."
"A war correspondent?!" Yeh Zhenzhen widened her Eyes. "Isn't that very dangerous? Why would Brother Zuwei choose to be a war correspondent? With his personality, he should have become a university teacher instead. How could this happen..."
Cheng Mosu was taken aback and instinctively asked, "Yeh Zhenzhen, did Brother Zuwei ever mention wanting to be a university teacher?"
"Huh?" Yeh Zhenzhen looked up, momentarily stunned, a shy smile on her lips. "He hasn't mentioned it, but from my observations, he should really like the teaching profession."
Cheng Mosu fell silent, and the air became particularly quiet. She watched Yeh Zhenzhen, who seemed lost in thought with an unusually bright gaze. After a while, Yeh Zhenzhen spoke again: "Alright, I've made up my mind. I want to become a war correspondent too!"
"What?" Cheng Mosu doubted she had heard correctly and stared at Yeh Zhenzhen. However, Yeh Zhenzhen looked incredibly serious, her eyes sparkling as she declared, "I said I've decided! I want to be a war correspondent like Brother Zuwei!"
"Yeh Zhenzhen, where do you see girls becoming war correspondents? Do you understand how dangerous that is?"
"Of course I understand!" Yeh Zhenzhen nodded without hesitation, her clear and pleasant voice growing softer. "It's just... this way I can see Brother Zuwei, and maybe he will like me..."
Cheng Mosu was lost in thought; had this girl already developed such deep feelings for Brother Zuwei...?
Yeh Zhenzhen felt her cheeks flush slightly as she noticed the water-colored gaze fixed on her. "Mo Su, please stop looking at me like that. I know that Brother Zuo likes gentle girls like you, and he probably doesn't like someone as noisy as me. Besides, my first impression on him wasn't great..." She secretly encouraged herself, "But that's okay. People will get used to things. As long as I keep hanging around him every day, sooner or later he will notice me, right?"
"Yeah, right..." Cheng Mo Su didn't know how to respond and could only utter a word of encouragement. However, Yeh Zhenzhen seemed to take it as a huge affirmation, clasping her hands together in front of her chest with eyes full of expectation.
Xiao Jing saw the two chatting enthusiastically and didn't want to interrupt. Finally encountering a moment of peace, she hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Young Mistress, Miss Xia has arrived. She said she came specifically to visit you, but you went to get clothes made this morning. Should I tell her to come back another time?"
Cheng Mo Su frowned slightly. Xia Yixiang was here again? Even though Shaoyi wasn't around, she still came so frequently. It seemed she was determined to marry into the Shangguan Family, even if it meant becoming a concubine. Noticing Cheng Mo Su's expression was off, Yeh Zhenzhen asked, "Mo Su, who is Miss Xia?"
"It's nothing," Cheng Mo Su replied with a faint smile. "Let her in for some tea; we can't let Miss Xia come for nothing."
"Understood." Xiao Jing responded and went to fetch Xia Yixiang. Just as Xia Yixiang stepped into the center of the living room, Yeh Zhenzhen's voice rose an octave, "Xia Yixiang?! What are you doing here!"
Xia Yixiang was taken aback and even paused in her tracks. "Yeh Zhenzhen, why are you here?"
Cheng Mo Su was also unaware that the two knew each other and couldn't determine the nature of their relationship just from their tones.
Yeh Zhenzhen set down her teacup and stood up, pointing at Xia Yixiang. "You really are relentless; I can run into you wherever I go. What are you doing at Mo Su's house? What tricks are you planning? Oh right, I remember you like Young Master Shangguan. You’re not trying to flirt with him, are you? Hmph, just look at yourself."
"Yeh Zhenzhen, your mouth is still as sharp as ever. I'm here for my own reasons," Xia Yixiang replied angrily at Yeh Zhenzhen's words. Her gaze drifted toward Cheng Mo Su for a moment before returning to Yeh Zhenzhen. "If one day I marry into the Shangguan Family, you'll have to call me 'Madam'!"
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