After the renovation workers came to the house, Song Wenxi asked Zhao Ma to stay and supervise things, while she took the three children out.
To be honest, the three kids were either in kindergarten or at home. And at home, when “Song Wenxi” was present, they had to keep themselves as quiet and invisible as possible—no playing, no noise.
Their entire childhood had been lived under pressure.
Since it was her first time taking kids out, she wasn’t very experienced, so she asked Uncle Tang to drive and help take care of them.
Song Wenxi sat in the front passenger seat and turned to look at the three children in the back. They were clearly well-behaved and quiet, yet somehow it made her heart ache.
In her memory, children should be full of energy—running around, playing freely, like she did as a child on a farm, teasing chickens and dogs, picking flowers, breaking branches, playing until sunset when her family finally came to find her.
“Babies, do you like pretty flowers?” she asked gently.
Xiaocheng and Xiaoqing nodded. “We like them.”
Mo Beiyu, who had been lowering his head, lifted it slightly. When he met her smiling gaze, his eyes brightened. He nodded softly, “I… I like.”
“I like flowers too. There aren’t many in the yard, and there are none inside the house either. That doesn’t look nice. So today, we’re going to buy flowers—okay?”
Song Wenxi spoke slowly and gently. The children listened carefully and answered quickly.
As the conversation opened up, she continued asking them about kindergarten and what they liked. The three children answered cautiously, afraid that any mistake might make her unhappy.
About half an hour later, they arrived at the nearest flower market.
Uncle Tang helped Song Wenxi carry the three kids out of the car. Each of them wore a small water bottle and a yellow hat, following behind her while Uncle Tang watched from the back.
As they entered the flower market, the sight of blooming flowers everywhere immediately lifted their mood.
The three children looked around in all directions, their mouths slightly open in wonder.
Song Wenxi squatted down in front of them and spoke softly:
“This is a flower market. You can see the names and prices of flowers on those signs. Take your time looking. If you see any flower you like, tell me or Grandpa Tang. Each of you can pick one flower to bring home and plant, okay?”
Three bright eyes nodded enthusiastically. “Okay!”
The family of four moved through the sea of flowers. Uncle Tang followed behind, watching the usually quiet young masters becoming more lively than before, and he felt relieved.
Song Wenxi picked several easy-to-care-for green plants and succulents. She also took out her phone, unable to stop herself from photographing the children among the flowers.
Her camera kept snapping from different angles—flowers, greenery, and candid moments.
Suddenly, her clothes were tugged.
She looked down and met a pair of watery eyes. Her heart melted instantly. She squatted down to meet him.
“Xiaoqing, have you picked yours?”
The little boy blushed when she called him that. “I… I picked it.”
He led her to a group of succulents and pointed at a purple one: “This one. For you.”
Song Wenxi froze for a moment, warmth filling her heart. She picked up the pot of succulents and took a photo with him.
“Thank you, Xiaoqing. Mommy really likes it.”
Mo Nanqing’s eyes lit up even more. He looked around at the other succulents, and Song Wenxi noticed how cute and varied they were. Without hesitation, she decided to buy one of each type.
Soon, Mo Beiyu and Mo Dongchen also came over.
Mo Beiyu chose a marguerite daisy, and Mo Dongchen chose a hydrangea. Song Wenxi took photos with each of them and then asked Uncle Tang to help take a group photo of the four of them among the flowers.
“Thank you, babies, for your flowers. I’ll take good care of them,” she said warmly.
She also picked three sunflowers in red, purple, and pink, and gave one to each child.
On the way home, the three children hugged their sunflowers tightly, visibly happy.
Back at home, Song Wenxi opened her WeChat Moments. The original owner posted frequently, always showing off her life—mostly luxury items, beauty, and bags.
She raised an eyebrow, then set her Moments visibility to “last three days only” and posted a new update:
“Bringing home a full load. Thank you, my babies, for the flowers. 💕”
The photos included flowers from the market, the succulents, and cropped shots of the children holding sunflowers—none of them showing their faces.
Her friends list was messy; she hadn’t cleaned it before. The children’s privacy couldn’t be exposed casually.
Soon, dozens of comments appeared.
The first was from Jiang Nianyi: “So pretty! Even the little hands are adorable.”
Song Wenxi was slightly surprised. The original owner hadn’t been in contact with her for a long time.
Jiang Nianyi was followed by many compliments. One particularly formal comment came from Xie Xingran:
“Composition is skillful. Lighting control is excellent. Very beautiful photos.”
The original owner used to get excited over even brief replies from him. But now, Song Wenxi simply frowned slightly and didn’t think much of it.
Further down, Jiang Ran commented: “Sister Xi’s photography skills improved so fast! I almost thought a professional took them.”
Then there were a few anonymous comments:
“Heh.”
“Those who understand, understand.”
…
She exited Moments, checked her contacts, and realized there were over three thousand people.
After some cleaning up—deleting unnamed contacts and those she disliked—she was left with just over five hundred.
Finished, she put her phone down and looked at the children through the rearview mirror. Even after a full morning out, they were still energetic.
Children really did have endless energy.
Meanwhile, at the top floor of the Mo Corporation building in Nancheng.
Assistant Bai Shuo was secretly checking his phone while his boss was reviewing documents. Seeing the mistress’s new post, he was surprised.
Was she changing strategy? Posting flowers? Photos? Kids?
He didn’t understand, but still liked and commented.
A cold gaze fell on him. Bai Shuo quickly put his phone away.
“Madam posted a different kind of Moments,” he said awkwardly.
Mo Hanche signed the document and tossed it over.
Once Bai Shuo left, Mo Hanche opened his phone and checked her Moments.
A single line appeared—nothing there.
He hesitated for two seconds, then opened their chat.
Red exclamation mark.
He had been deleted.
Scrolling through their chat history—only transfer records. Not a single normal conversation.
Mo Hanche laughed coldly.
Very good. So she wasn’t planning to take next month’s living expenses anymore.
He casually tossed his phone aside, then picked it up again and sent a voice message:
“Come to my office.”
In the afternoon, the flower shop delivered the plants to the Mo residence. Because the order was large, extra workers were needed.
By evening, the mother and three children were planting succulents in the yard.
The sunset painted half the sky red.
A grey Rolls-Royce Cullinan drove into the courtyard. Through the window, Mo Hanche saw four figures squatting on the west side of the yard—one adult and three children.
Golden light fell on them, softening their features.
Warm. Bright. Almost unreal.