When she heard Xiao Yize's answer, Mo Qingning's gaze dimmed in an instant.
She slowly withdrew her hand from his tight grasp, then stood up and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
The nervousness and shyness from just now vanished in this moment.
"Is it only if the rice is cooked, or even if I'm carrying your baby, that the people in the Xiao family will accept me and acknowledge our relationship?"
"Yes."
Xiao Yize's reply sounded behind her without a second's hesitation.
Staring at the moonlight outside the window, Mo Qingning suddenly felt a sting in her eyes.
But at the same time she steeled herself.
If they really had to do that just to have this relationship recognized, then she'd rather not.
Such approval was too ironic.
Besides, hadn't they already agreed that even if they couldn't get their parents' blessing, they would rely on their own two hands and hard work to build a small home that belonged to them alone.
