C22 Planning for the Rest of His Life

"Then can you give me another one? Sometimes I worry."

"Okay." Jian Mo placed the lunchbox on the table, took the phone that Qiao Ye handed over and keyed in her number. "Here, this is my number." A string of numbers and Jian Mo's name appeared on the screen.

She reached out her hand and pressed it. Immediately, a tremor came from Jian Mo's pocket. Picking up the phone, she saw an unfamiliar number. "This is my number. Please save it. If I develop in China in the future, I might have to ask you out for meals often."

"You're promising," Jian Mo said.

"Xiao Mo, do you want to consider being a dance partner?" There was no joking expression on Qiao Ye's face. He was extremely serious.

"Huh? Me?" Jian Mo pointed at herself in disbelief, her mouth agape. She didn't even have confidence in herself, yet Qiao Ye had confidence in her. "I can't do it." She shook her head. Qiao Ye was already a famous musician, and her dancing skills were not up to par.

"You can do it." Qiao Ye said firmly. His tone gave Jian Mo a lot of confidence.

But she knew what she was capable of. If she hadn't given up dancing, she might have been able to do it now, but after all these years she was stiff as a board.

"I can't do it."

"Xiao Mo, you've changed. In the past, when you talked about dancing, you couldn't hide the smile on your face. Now you're full of fear." Qiao Ye said that when he first met Jian Mo, she was a young girl who loved to dance. She talked about her dreams, thinking that she would be able to step onto the big stage in the future and let everyone know her. But now that this opportunity was right in front of her, Jian Mo hesitated.

"Qiao Ye, I'm afraid that I'll ruin your performance. After all, I haven't seen a dance in many years." As Jian Mo spoke, she completely forgot about the kiss on her neck and straightened her neck in excitement.

When Qiao Ye saw the deep black kiss on her neck, his dark and bright eyes narrowed and became relaxed. "So that's how it is, Xiao Mo. Are you married? Is he the one who refused?"

Jian Mo followed Qiao Ye's gaze and saw the kiss mark on her neck. She was so ashamed that she wanted to pull her clothes to cover it up, but it was useless. She quickly shook her head in shame. "I... I..." He didn't know how to explain it. [I am not married yet. That man just bought me. That sounds so mean.]

Looking at Jian Mo's flushed face, Qiao Ye realized that he had gone too far. "Xiao Mo, what I mean is that you have to beat yourself up on your own. There's no need to care about what others think. Our fates are in your hands."

Seeing that Qiao Ye had changed the topic, Jian Mo heaved a sigh of relief, but she didn't have the courage to look up at him again. She lowered her eyes and stared at the snow-white sheets. "I've always wanted to be on the real stage, but a lot of things have changed, and I can't help it now."

Now that she didn't even have the most basic freedom of life, and her own people had been sold to Yang Zhexu as an item, what else did she have? Soul?

"As long as you want, I can help you, Xiao Mo." Qiao Ye didn't know why he could still say such words. Even though Jian Mo looked like she already had a husband, he still couldn't help but want to hug her in his arms.

After hesitating for a long time, Yang Zhexu only played with him. If his family didn't have Yang Zhexu to rely on, they would definitely want to kick him away. Then, he would have to rely on himself for the rest of his life. "Alright, I'll try." It seemed that he had made up his mind.

Seeing that Jian Mo had made up her mind, Qiao Ye also smiled happily. "Xiao Mo, we all have our own dreams. In fact, the path of pursuing our dreams is very long, but if we really pursue it, we will be very happy."

Jian Mo nodded, not really understanding. In the past, she did have her own dreams, but gradually, because of her family, all of her dreams were taken away by the trend of money.

"When I get out of the hospital, I will help you find a good teacher. At that time, we will have a happy cooperation for our first performance in our country." Qiao Ye said that he would help Jian Mo arrange the rest of the plans. If he hadn't left the country back then, then he and Jian Mo would have been together a long time ago. But even now, when Qiao Ye asked Jian Mo if she wanted to marry Jian Mo, she resisted strongly. He understood that she might have a husband, but Jian Mo didn't really like him. That way, he would be the one to love her.

But things had to be done step by step, and there was no need to panic.

Yang Zhexu saw all of this. In the dark room, the computer screen flashed with light. On the screen was Qiao Ye's profile and their conversation.

It had been a long time since he had seen Jian Mo like this. She was so lively.

When she returned home, Jian Mo was a little absent-minded. Her mind was filled with Qiao Ye's words, saying that he could help her onto the stage.

When she returned to her room, her mind was filled with dancing, and her head was shaking.

It was rare for Yang Zhexu to not give him a time order today, so he didn't need to be busy.

He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and closed his eyes, thinking about his future. If his future was bright, how happy he would be.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but smile. She was really moved.

She took out her phone from under the blanket, and the screen flashed with a faint light that illuminated the entire blanket. She took out Qiao Ye's phone number and sent him a Okay.

Almost instantly, Qiao Ye replied, "Xiao Mo, you can do it."

A trace of warmth rose in his heart. After all, no matter what, he would always feel at ease with someone who believed in him by his side.

Before Jian Mo could recover from her excitement, a creaking sound came from the door. It was the sound of the door being opened. She was so scared that she quickly turned off her phone and stuck her head out of bed. She saw Yang Zishuo looking inside.

"Shuo, what are you doing at the door?" Jian Mo put down her phone, lifted the blanket, and slowly walked to the door.

Seeing Jian Mo walking towards him, Yang Zishuo's originally doubtful eyes instantly lit up as he said. "Teacher Mo went back to her room as soon as she came back. She didn't even eat dinner. I thought you were sick." The little child's ideas were not that complicated. The pure concern made Jian Mo's heart warm. Holding Yang Zishuo's small hand, she walked into her room.