The man nodded in agreement and said indifferently, "Yes, compared to them, I of course prefer to spend time with you."
Wen Yi was about to choke on her anger at his shamelessness.
But just as anger flared across her face, he pulled her into his arms again, his chin resting on her shoulder, and whispered, "I didn't have much time when I got back, and my status isn't as stable as Mo Shiqian's. If I don't work hard and some woman takes a fancy to me and insists on marrying me, what would happen if Mo Shiqian pushes me into a political marriage?"
Wen Yi, "..."
She responded in a nonchalant tone, "That would be for the best, as I'd be free and at peace."
Mo Shichen lowered his head and fiercely nibbled a few times on her lips.
Unable to argue with him, the man's request to be discharged the next day was promptly handled by his assistant.
...
Wen Yi packed his things for him.