"But… when I went to help feed Grandfather Mo the medicine during the day, Jingshen didn't even look at me. I didn't dare…" Mo Jiaxue hung her head.
"Alas, you silly girl." Mo Peilin exasperatedly gave her a pat on the head. "If I count on you to marry Mo Jingshen, I'd rather count on God. You really make me mad."
Mo Jiaxue looked so aggrieved and didn't speak.
Mo Peilin raised her hand to stroke her hair, gazed at her face, and then asked, "Do you still have those pajamas I bought for you last time?"
"Yes, in the closet."
"Ok, let's play it by ear tonight. Just listen to me. I'll make you the next Mrs. Mo. Even if Jingshen refuses to marry you, at least you should be pregnant with his child. Only in this way can we live here safely."
"Mother, what on earth do you want to do…"
