Shen Jue forced a smile, his eyes filled with loneliness, "Perhaps I'm not to Mo Beichen's taste, Aunt. It's alright, everything depends on fate. Mo doesn't favor me, so it's just not meant to be between us."
Madam Mo looked at Shen Jue's dejected, luminous face and felt a pang of sympathy even as a woman herself. She held her hand and consoled, "It's alright, love isn't only about falling at first sight; it can also grow with time."
Madam Mo glanced towards the direction of the second floor, concocting a plan in her heart. She patted Shen Jue's hand, "I see Beichen is in a bad mood and probably hasn't eaten. Why don't you cook something and take it up to him? If you capture a man's stomach, you'll have his heart as well."
Shen Jue hesitated, "Is that alright?"
Madam Mo smiled like a blooming flower, "Of course it's alright, Xiaojue, you are the daughter-in-law I have my eye on. I'll support whatever you do. As for that woman named Buhui, she's not even worth considering."
