Qin Yi ate his fill, wiped his mouth, rubbed his swollen belly, and grinned, "Comfortable. Indeed, the heavens are ruled by food. Eating until full brings peace of mind."
Mo Wuji chuckled softly and began to clear the dishes.
"You're just like a frugal and hardworking little wife," Qin Yi teased.
Mo Wuji could only offer a wry smile in helplessness.
"Satisfied and satiated, I should be on my way. You must be extra cautious these days; notify me immediately if there is any sign of trouble."
Mo Wuji put down the items in his hand, took paper and pen, and wrote, "Brother Qin, you're heading off now?"
"I'm going home! My two precious daughters are waiting for me, now I have another reason to worry."
"Brother Qin is indeed fortunate."
"Without all these chaotic matters, I'd truly be the winner in life."
"That day will come."
"Remember to burn the notes you've written."
Mo Wuji nodded; all of this was conversations with Qin Yi, which could easily become leverage for others.
