As He Chen said, Yin Mo had no trouble leaving the country, and they didn’t even closely examine her passport before stamping it for clearance. Port of London Royal Hotel. Yin Mo walked into the suite and stood in front of the lattice window in the living room, overlooking the city’s landscape. After months away, it felt familiar yet strange. A warm body pressed against her back, and He Chen placed his hands on the windowsill, trapping her in his arms, "Baby, feeling sentimental?" Yin Mo turned back to give him a playful glare, "No. What are you doing in the British Imperial?" Before He Chen could answer, the doorbell rang from the entrance. Yin Mo raised an eyebrow suspiciously, brushed away the man’s hand, and was about to go open the door. He Chen stopped her, giving a cold glance toward the door not far away, "Don’t you have legs? Do you need me to invite you in?" The slightly open door was timely pushed open, and Feng Yi walked in with a gentle smile, dressed in a British-style suit, "Not as much as you, I call this politeness." Seeing Feng Yi, Yin Mo was momentarily stunned but then instinctively nodded, "Feng Er..." Young Master. "Hmm, just call him Feng Er." He Chen pulled Yin Mo back and tightened her in his embrace. Not long after, the two men were sitting on the sofa chatting idly, while Yin Mo wisely went to the small bar to make tea. Feng Yi took off his coat, straightened the waistcoat he was wearing, and looked up at the other man, "Have you made a choice?" He Chen lazily crossed his legs, glanced at the woman not far away, and smiled profoundly, "No second choice." Feng Yi rubbed the pocket watch on his chest, smiling slyly, "It seems this Captain Yin really has her merits if she can make a runaway come home, truly exceptional." Just a glance at those obvious kiss marks on Yin Mo’s neck and you’d know how wild He Xiaosi is. "Why?" He Chen raised an eyebrow mischievously, "Doesn’t that princess you took advantage of have any merits?" Feng Yi rolled his eyes in exasperation, leaned over to pick up a pack of cigarettes from the table, "Does she tolerate your mouth?" He Chen licked his lips nonchalantly, "You’ll never get the chance to try." Feng Yi maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and didn’t swear, lighting a cigarette with a muffled voice, "I’ve looked into Yin Mo’s information. It’s still in the British Imperial Police Station records. It’s not hard to transfer, but she’s currently listed as deceased. Why don’t you just get her a new identity in South Sea?" Feng Yi raised his eyebrows in playful exasperation, "More trouble than transferring files?" He Chen glanced at him, "Why care so much, I feel like it." "He Xiaosi..." Feng Yi scrutinized his handsome face and marveled in surprise, "I really didn’t realize before how deeply you could invest in a relationship, like a truly faithful good man." He Chen couldn’t be bothered with his teasing, leaning his head back against the chair, he said in a low voice, "It’s not enough to just transfer Yin Mo. I want the entire Yin Family’s records." Feng Yi gave a thumbs up, "Truly, the ideal son-in-law for the Yin Family." "Can’t compare to you, a count who married into the Royal Family." Feng Yi was used to He Chen’s sharp tongue. After a few more words, he furrowed his brow and asked, "Li Qiao managed to get the entire Yin Family out safely back then. Didn’t she give them new identities?" "The Yin Family isn’t her responsibility. Besides... expecting a late-stage pregnant woman to worry about other people’s matters all day—do you take Shaoyan for dead?" He Chen believed, if he did not intervene, given some time Li Qiao would have surely taken care of everything for Yin Mo. But now, with him in Yin Mo’s life, naturally, Li Qiao didn’t need to stress about it anymore. Feng Yi pressed down the corners of his mouth knowingly, glancing at He Chen’s serious expression, he couldn’t help but laugh, "I really don’t know what you see in this. Clearly, getting her a new identity would be more convenient and quicker, yet you insist on doing things the hard way." Dıscover more novels at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 He Chen scoffed with a look of ’you clueless fool’, "Are everyone growing up in the British Imperial stuck at an emotional intelligence of 29?" Feng Yi pursed his lips in displeasure, losing his gentlemanly tone, "Don’t fuck around, my emotional intelligence is 76." "Normal people are at 80." He Chen propped up his cheek, a mocking smile on his face. Feng Yi stubbed out the cigarette, picked up his coat, and stood up just as Yin Mo returned to the living room with a tea cup in her hand. Seeing this, Feng Yi dusted off his waistcoat and said calmly, "Sister Yin, being with Xiaosi must be tough, right?" He Chen sensed danger, quickly standing up to push Feng Xiaoer out, "Get lost, Feng Xiaoer." Yin Mo didn’t understand Feng Yi’s intention but responded politely, "No, it’s not tough." Feng Yi smiled meaningfully, "You don’t mind him having had other women before?" As expected, He Chen knew nothing good would come out of his mouth. This Feng Xiaoer has a knack for misleading, habitually using his gentlemanly poise to do questionable things. At this, Yin Mo’s low emotional intelligence played its role, "Do I need to mind?" She thought Feng Yi was referring to He Chen’s past flings and, after some thought, tentatively asked a question that shook Feng Yi to his core, "Does... Princess Margaret mind your past?" He Chen immediately latched onto the key point, stepping forward to look at Yin Mo, "Baby, he has a past?" Truthfully, the few of them really didn’t know much about Feng Yi’s romantic history. After all, he’s in the British Imperial, across vast distances, and the brothers wouldn’t bother digging into such gossip. Yin Mo looked around, speaking lightly, "I don’t know much, just heard people mention occasionally that Feng Er... young master had dated quite a few noble ladies." "Damn." He Chen kicked Feng Yi, "You’ve hidden things pretty deep, huh?" Feng Yi awkwardly put on his suit jacket and cleared his throat, "Sister-in-law, you’re not familiar with Margaret, right?" Yin Mo said not too familiar. "Good." Feng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "I’m leaving, see you around." For the first time, He Chen saw the always composed Feng Yi at a loss, and he couldn’t stop laughing, tapping Yin Mo on the shoulder. After Feng Yi left, He Chen planted two heavy kisses on Yin Mo’s face, "Baby, you’re so damn cute." Yin Mo blinked cluelessly, holding the tea cup with a bewildered expression, completely unaware of what just happened. He Chen was utterly charmed, taking away her cup, then turning to press her onto the sofa, unable to resist indulging in another intense deep kiss. After some time, he released Yin Mo, looking at the woman below him who was panting lightly, and asked her with a rolling voice, "Baby, do you prefer a church or a hall?" Yin Mo’s gaze was hazy, evidently dazed from the kiss; after a while, she followed her preference and spoke two words, "Church." He Chen lowered his head to her lips, continuing to ask, "Do you like white or red?" He Chen propped up his upper body, his eyes were soft enough to melt, "Do you prefer Western or Chinese cuisine?" Yin Mo answered every question, "Western cuisine." He Chen’s pace quickened, "Am I more handsome or is Feng Yi?" "You’re more handsome." He Chen’s lips curved upwards, quickly asking one last question, "Do you like me or Feng Yi?" He Chen laughed, while Yin Mo gave him a somewhat bashful glare, "Why are you asking these things?" "Of course, it’s to pamper you." He Chen cupped her face and caressed it lovingly, "Are you hungry? I’ll take you for Western food." Downstairs, Feng Yi, inexplicably becoming their scapegoat, suddenly sneezed twice. Who the hell is badmouthing him?