Farm Girl's Manor

Xiao Eleven and his entourage had finished giving their respects to Mo Yan and went to another room, leaving only Mo Yan, Xiao Ruiyuan, and Mo Qingze in the main hall. With Mo Yan there, the atmosphere could hardly become dull. After a few rounds of jokes and laughter, the sullenness that Mo Qingze had felt from those two titles dissipated.

There was a charcoal brazier in the room, and after talking for a while, Mo Yan’s throat became dry. She picked up the teapot to pour a cup for her father, and as she was about to fill Xiao Ruiyuan’s cup, she accidentally revealed the white bandage wrapped around her wrist. By the time she realized and wanted to retract her hand, Xiao Ruiyuan had already seen it.

"What happened?" Xiao Ruiyuan grasped Mo Yan’s wrist, fighting the impulse to unwrap the bandage and see for himself, and asked with a still normal-sounding voice.

Mo Yan tugged at her hand but couldn’t pull it away, instinctively pulling down her sleeve in an attempt to cover it. Seeing a small flare of anger in Xiao Ruiyuan’s eyes, she had no choice but to make up an excuse, "I scratched it on some firewood while cooking, bled a little, and I wrapped it up to keep the cold out, it’s not as serious as you think."

Xiao Ruiyuan didn’t say anything after hearing this, and it was unclear whether he believed her or not.

Seeing this, Mo Yan quickly retracted her hand, as she could clearly see that her father was glaring again.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Mo Yan kept feeling that there were eyes lingering on her wrist from across the room. Sensing that this was not a fun place to be, and seeing that it was getting late, she made the excuse of preparing lunch and hurriedly scurried into the kitchen, leaving the father-in-law and son-in-law in the main hall to exchange glances.

This might sound exaggerated, but even though the relationship between the father-in-law and son-in-law had improved, it couldn’t change the fact that Xiao Ruiyuan was a man of few words. Managing to initiate conversation in front of his father-in-law was already commendable, but the conversation soon ran dry with just a few phrases. Moreover, with frequent visits to Scholar Mansion, each was well aware of the other’s recent state, leaving even less to talk about.

Mo Qingze was also not very talkative, and as a father-in-law, he had to maintain a certain demeanor. Furthermore, once Xiao Ruiyuan arrived, his children seemed to forget about their own father. He was still holding a grudge, which made him even less inclined to speak, hence the awkward atmosphere.