"What about you?" Cen Mo's arms tightened as he softened his voice and spoke to Song Yao.

Song Yao gave it some thought. "For me… I'm very happy now, but you were really too rough in the past. You treated others harshly, not gentle at all!"

Cen Mo turned and kissed Song Yao's long hair. "I'm sorry. It's probably… because I never knew how to love someone! I have a heart that loves you, but if it can make you happy, I'm willing to tell you sweet nothings from the bottom of my heart every day. Teach me how to love you. I'll do it however you like it! I'm willing to do anything for you, as long as… you stay by my side and don't attempt to escape!"

Song Yao's lips curled up slightly, and she turned and asked, "Then what if I really escape?"

Cen Mo played around with Song Yao's small hand. Although he was smiling, his gaze was very startling. "Then I'll think of other methods to keep you by my side, the method I excel in…"

Song Yao looked at Cen Mo's deep gaze, and goosebumps broke out for no reason.

Cen Mo's method? What method was that?

Song Yao felt that given Cen Mo's character, locking her up in a room would be considered light. Cen Mo might use even more brutal methods to make sure that she'd never leave!

Song Yao turned and looked in the direction of the fireplace. She didn't want to let Cen Mo see her terrified gaze, and she spoke out in a soft voice. "Even if I really escape, I'll run somewhere you can find me. You can bring a bouquet of fresh flowers that I like and beg me to come back… you fool!"

Cen Mo kissed the top of Song Yao's head. "I've lost all of my family. You're the person that I care about the most in this world! Even if it's somewhere I can find you, I'd be afraid that there'd be mistakes. So, don't use any excuse to leave. I can give you anything that you want and change everything you request of me! As long as you don't leave me!"

Cen Mo closed his eyes and smelled the scent on Song Yao. His tone was very calm…

This was a rare moment where Cen Mo revealed his weak side. Song Yao loved this man and knew that.

Song Yao and Cen Mo had visited a psychologist before. Cen Mo might have too great a trauma from his childhood, making him grow up with fear of abandonment!

Song Yao was the woman that Cen Mo loved the most, and she was the first on the list of people he cared about!

If Song Yao were to flee, she'd receive the worst punishment because Cen Mo loved her the most…

"Tuan Tuan is also someone I care about in this world, but Tuan Tuan is different from you. I can't be apart from you…" Cen Mo's voice was low. "If I were to be apart from you… I'd go crazy!"

Song Yao had experienced how terrifying Cen Mo could be when he went crazy!

Song Yao did love Cen Mo, but she also held great terror in the depths of her heart toward him…

This feeling of terror made Song Yao instinctively want to escape. However, she knew how adamant and deep this man's love for her was. She wasn't willing to let go of such a man who loved her so much!

It wasn't that Song Yao felt that she was very special. Since she had chosen to love someone, she'd have to accept everything about him and help him correct the flaws in his character.

Song Yao believed that as long as Cen Mo could feel how much she loved him, he'd be able to become better!

"Oh right, I signed up for a language class. I want to learn French properly. I'll be starting class the day after tomorrow… Ouch…"

Before Song Yao could finish the words, she felt the arms Cen Mo had circled around her tightening up. She turned and looked into Cen Mo's pitch-black eyes, saying, "It's not far away from home. If you're worried, you can go with me!"

"If you want to learn French, I can teach you!" Cen Mo said seriously to Song Yao.

"Stop fooling around!" Song Yao couldn't push away Cen Mo's arm, no matter how hard she tried. She gave up, saying, "I've already spoken with the teacher there. I can't possibly stand them up!"

"I can just send my subordinate to go speak to the teacher. There's no need for you to worry!" After saying that, Cen Mo turned and called out seriously.

Cen Mo's most trusted aide, Saihand, came in. "Sir, what orders do you have?"

"Which language school is it?" Cen Mo asked.

Song Yao frowned. She looked at the domineering Cen Mo and said, "I'm going to take a language certification. Will I be able to do that if you teach me?"

"What language certification do you want? Saihand will be able to bring it right to you tomorrow!" Cen Mo wasn't swayed.

"Cen Mo… are you robbing me of my freedom?" Song Yao couldn't suppress the fury in her heart.

Cen Mo neither explained nor rebutted. He merely looked at Song Yao quietly.

Song Yao's small hands clenched up. At the thought of what Cen Mo's psychologist had said, she released her fists. "I want to treat Lin Nuan to dinner tonight, just the two of us… At a restaurant outside!"

"Sure!"

Cen Mo agreed very readily to this.

Song Yao got up. "Then I'll go up and change my clothes before picking Lin Nuan up at the filming location…"

"Lin Nuan has already returned to the hotel. If my guess is right, Mr. Fu will take Lin Nuan to their new residence to take a look. Are you sure that your friend will toss aside her busy husband, who made the time to come all the way to Morocco to spend time with her, to have dinner with you?"

It was no wonder that Cen Mo had agreed so readily and wasn't anxious at all…

Song Yao's eyes reddened. "Cen Mo, are you out to anger me?"

Cen Mo stood up, wrapping his arms around Song Yao's slender waist from behind. Seeing that, Saihand stepped out…

"How could I do that? You're pregnant now and aren't just one person… We need to be more careful about everything. There's no problem if you want to go out for dinner. I'll go with you! What do you want to eat?" Cen Mo asked.

Song Yao pulled away from Cen Mo's arms, wanting to head upstairs without looking back. However, she felt a chill on her back, and all of the air in the room had turned cold.

Song Yao held onto the staircase's handrail and turned to look at Cen Mo, who was standing in place, pursing his thin lips tightly. She said, "When I'm angry, you should chase after me to coax me!"

The frost in the depths of Cen Mo's eyes showed signs of melting. His tightly pursed thin lips also curled up slightly. He walked up to Song Yao, took her hand, and asked, "How do I coax you?"

"I'll give you 15 minutes. I don't care if you ask someone else or search for it on the internet. After this time is up, you must come up to coax me into a good mood. If you fail… I'll ignore you for three days!"

After saying that, Song Yao drew her hand away from Cen Mo's and headed upstairs while holding onto the handrail.

Fifteen minutes…

Cen Mo took a look at his watch. He stood at the staircase, turned, and called out for Saihand with both hands in his pockets.

Saihand entered immediately. "Sir…"

"Usually, when the wife is angry, how should the husband coax her? Do you know?"

Saihand was rendered speechless.

Saihand threw a glance upstairs and felt a chill directed toward him. He saw Cen Mo looking at him with half-narrowed eyes. Saihand quickly lowered his head, feeling stumped. "Sir… I'm not married yet, and I've never had a girlfriend either. I really don't know how to do the coaxing!"

Cen Mo assessed Saihand from top to bottom, then made "tsk tsk" sounds…

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