Saturday, Mo Family Villa.
Bai Shuo glanced at his watch again.
The boss leaving the house late for the first time—rare.
Uncle Tang strolled leisurely among the flowers and plants with his hands behind his back, occasionally bending down to smell the blossoms.
Seeing how relaxed Uncle Tang was, Bai Shuo stopped pretending to be proper too. He pulled out his phone, taking photos here and there, touching this and that.
“Uncle Tang, honestly, this courtyard is really beautiful.”
“Mr. Bai, could you help me take a photo?”
Uncle Tang handed him his phone. Dressed in a suit, he leaned against a bougainvillea-covered wall, left leg bent and crossed over the right, arms folded across his chest, head slightly tilted, chin raised.
Bai Shuo held the phone awkwardly, worried his terrible photography skills would not match Uncle Tang’s unexpectedly skilled posing.
Just then, Song Wenxi and Mo Hanche walked out holding the three children’s hands.
They immediately saw the two not far away—one striking exaggerated poses, the other taking photos with elegant ease.
Uncle Tang turned his head, saw the five figures, froze instantly, and quickly jogged to the car. He stood straight, hands neatly folded in front, respectfully greeting them.
Bai Shuo also snapped back into seriousness, rushing over to open the car door while returning the phone to Uncle Tang.
Song Wenxi looked at Uncle Tang. Though he was already at an age where he should be resting, he was still full of energy—upright posture, well-proportioned build, wearing a grey-brown suit that looked elegant and appropriate.
Huh. On closer look, their housekeeper was actually quite stylish.
Uncle Tang broke into a cold sweat under her gaze, sensing that the boss’s chill aura could freeze the entire courtyard of flowers.
The three children got into the Bentley, while Song Wenxi was ushered into the Cullinan by Mo Hanche.
After securing the children in their safety seats, Uncle Tang started the car and drove off first. The Cullinan followed closely behind.
Bai Shuo drove quietly, trying to minimize his presence.
In the back seat, Song Wenxi was watching strategy videos for the science museum.
“Nancheng Science Museum has ten themed exhibition halls, and four science cinemas…” she muttered.
Mo Hanche’s gaze, however, landed on her long, slender legs. He gritted his teeth slightly.
Today she had her hair in twin braids, wearing orange-red knee-length shorts and a colorful plaid T-shirt—she looked like a sparkling, lively girl.
The science museum on a weekend would definitely be crowded. And she dressed this brightly—wasn’t that just making herself more noticeable?
Mo Hanche’s expression darkened. He kept glancing at her until they arrived.
Song Wenxi felt he was being overly picky. He didn’t say anything directly, but his eyes had already said everything.
Mo Hanche watched as the mother and children entered the museum. Bai Shuo turned the car toward the company.
“Is she angry?”
Bai Shuo felt this question was harder than evaluating a ten-billion project.
The former Mo Hanche would never initiate conversation about the boss’s wife, let alone ask something like “Is she angry?”—such a trivial emotional detail. He wasn’t sure what answer the boss wanted.
So he answered honestly:
“The Madam doesn’t seem angry. It’s more like… she simply doesn’t want to pay attention to you.”
Mo Hanche: “Bai Shuo, you’re being subjective.”
Bai Shuo: “……”
So being honest meant being unqualified now.
After a pause, Mo Hanche asked again, “What should I do?”
Bai Shuo—zero dating experience—carefully suggested: “Sir, maybe you can start with how you address her…”
Inside the Science Museum.
At first, the three children still held their mother’s hands. But soon the eldest was drawn to the Animal Paradise, Mo Dongchen became obsessed with the space cinema, and Mo Nanqing got absorbed in interacting with robots. Song Wenxi simply used her phone to record every moment.
When they reached the Children’s Science Experience Hall, all three tried the VR dinosaur simulation.
Mo Dongchen cried loudly in fear. Mo Beiyu screamed in excitement. Mo Nanqing sat frozen, his stiff little body clearly also scared.
Song Wenxi laughed so hard while filming.
“Hahaha… Mo Dongchen, you’re way too timid!”
Out of nowhere, Jiang Ke appeared and laughed loudly.
“Jiang Ke, it’s really fun! You should try it too,” Mo Dongchen said happily, still excited despite having cried earlier.
Jiang Ke stopped laughing and took a cautious step back.
Then Zeng Zi walked over.
“I didn’t expect to see you here. We tried this earlier too—Xiao Ke cried even louder than your Mo Dongchen.”
“Kids are just too fun.”
Song Wenxi shared the video she had recorded with Zeng Zi.
The two mothers found a place to sit down and started comparing photos and videos of their children, teasing each other lightly. The four kids were playing together very seriously and happily.
As they chatted, the conversation drifted from children to fashion, films, and art. Zeng Zi unknowingly got more and more engaged, and when she finally realized it, she felt a little shy.
“Sorry, I talked a bit too much.”
Song Wenxi had been listening the whole time, occasionally responding. Zeng Zi’s sudden self-consciousness surprised her a little.
“Just now, I was thinking… Xiao Ke’s mom is actually so impressive. I almost feel a bit inferior.”
Zeng Zi paused, then suddenly laughed. “Turns out the mother of Mo family’s triplets is actually this interesting.”
The two looked at each other and smiled, then added each other on WeChat.
Zeng Zi looked at Song Wenxi’s profile picture—a set of purple flowers, hydrangeas, and daisies.
Song Wenxi casually explained, “My three kids gave them to me. Potted plants.”
Zeng Zi felt genuinely happy for her. She had met many people in her life, but rarely did she feel such sincerity from someone like Song Wenxi. Perhaps influenced by that sincerity, she found herself opening up more than usual today.
At noon, the two adults took the four children to a restaurant. Because there were too many kids, they booked a private room.
Song Wenxi couldn’t stop taking photos.
Mo Dongchen, extremely vain, even copied Uncle Tang’s poses, trying to act cool despite being a cute little kid. Mo Beiyu and Mo Nanqing refused to fall behind either. Song Wenxi moved around constantly taking pictures, completely “captured” by them.
Jiang Ke sat properly on the chair waiting for food, but the moment Mo Dongchen pulled him over for photos, his proud little face quickly turned into full-on cute posing competition mode.
In the end, all six of them took a group photo together.
The dishes started arriving, and the four children were already impatient and focused entirely on eating.
Song Wenxi fiddled with her phone and edited a WeChat Moments post.
“Happy day out.”
The pictures included the triplets fascinated in the science museum, funny poses of the four kids in the private room, and the group photo of all six people. The children’s faces were replaced with sunflower stickers.
Zeng Zi was the first to like it and commented:
“Happy. (^▽^)”
Early that morning, Bai Shuo had already made his boss unhappy, so seeing the post, he immediately reported it to Mo Hanche.
Mo Hanche was eating lunch, but it tasted dull. He opened Moments, and his lips unconsciously lifted into a smile. Bai Shuo quietly left the room.
He tapped a like, then sent Song Wenxi a private message:
“Want to come to the company for a lunch break?”
Seeing the last group photo, he paused, then screenshot the post along with the last picture and sent it to Jiang Yuanzhou.
Message: “Fate (ridiculous coincidence).”
He scrolled up in their chat history. The most recent message from Jiang Yuanzhou was the photo of Song Wenxi raising her little finger.
Soon, Jiang Yuanzhou replied:
“!!”
“My woman and kid ended up with your troublesome ones?”
Troublesome ones?
Mo Hanche quickly typed back:
“Wishing you a year of romantic misfortune ahead.”
Jiang Yuanzhou: “You’re vicious! Keep that kind of blessing for yourself.”
After seeing Song Wenxi reply with a simple “mm,” Mo Hanche sent another message:
“Sorry, my wife and kids are coming to the company to spend their lunch break with me.”
..
Bai Shuo went to pick them up from the restaurant and brought them back to the company within ten minutes.
Zeng Zi was about to take her son to catch a ride when a Maybach stopped in front of them. Jiang Ke rolled down the window and leaned out casually.
“I just got off work and happened to pass by. I’ll give you a ride home.”
Zeng Zi opened the back door and got in. Once inside, she closed her eyes slightly as if resting.
Jiang Ke called out “Dad” once, then sat quietly.
In the rearview mirror, Jiang Yuanzhou glanced at them and quietly gritted his teeth.
Mo Hanche’s mouth was too poisonous.
Compared to this “polite but frozen” marriage of his, Mo Hanche’s chaotic, noisy life… somehow looked a lot better.