Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan abruptly took a step back, an expression of, ‘I want to maintain a distance from you,’ on her face. Her entire body was wary like that of a hedgehog. She attempted to take another step back.

Mo Jingshen narrowed his eyes at her. “You dare to try taking another step back?”

“…”

Ji Nuan did not speak. She turned to press against the elevator wall. She wanted to drink, so she drank. Yet, after becoming intoxicated, she actually turned into a punching bag.

After stepping out of the elevator and entering the room, Ji Nuan immediately headed straight in. She maintained her determination to stay away from Mo Jingshen.

Mo Jingshen raised a hand to massage his brows. He then looked at her expression. His black pupils focused on her as he unhurriedly removed his cufflinks. He breathed. “You’re drunk, so I won’t bicker with you. Come here.”

Ji Nuan stood by the windows warily. She leaned against the window as though gathering some sense of security.

“I’m not drunk!” She clarified loudly.

“I asked you to come.” Mo Jingshen’s heavy voice cut her off.

Ji Nuan leaned against the curtains, tightly gripping the fabric as she lowered her gaze. She softly emphasized, “I said I’m not drunk, so I’m not drunk. Mo Jingshen, you can’t take advantage of the fact that my temper is good to stop me from looking for a place to be quiet for a while. Especially since…”

“Your temper is good?” Mo Jingshen smiled faintly.

Ji Nuan: “…”

Was her temper not good enough right now?

“You’re not drunk?” He sneered.

Ji Nuan: “…”

She did not care; anyway, she was not drunk!

“Good, since you’re not drunk, let’s have a good discussion about what happened tonight.” Mo Jingshen lowly and coldly said as he approached.

Ji Nuan saw that he was approaching and subconsciously took a step back, pressing against the window behind her.

“If you take another step back, those improperly locked windows will open. This is the eighteenth floor. You want to fall down?” he spat out these words one by one.

Ji Nuan’s heart skipped a bit. Earlier, she had felt a cold wind against her back. The moment she turned back, she saw that the beautiful bay windows behind the curtains were really not properly locked. There was a small gap, allowing a little wind to enter.

She was silent for a moment before she reached out to the windows and tugged it inwards, firmly closing it. At the same time, she suddenly felt the man’s clear scent approach.

Ji Nuan turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Seeing she was clearly planning to continue to be indifferent toward him, Mo Jingshen’s perfect jawline tightened. In the next second, he fiercely grabbed her wrist, pressing it against the bay window behind her.

Ji Nuan felt his forceful strength and abruptly raised her eyes in fright. Her entire body was leaning against the glass behind her.

Yet, just as she thought to struggle, the man’s phone rang.

A sweet tone rang over and over again. She knew it was surely because the evening party had yet to end. Regardless of whether it was from An Shuyan or Mo Shaoze, anyhow, it had nothing to do with her.

“Your phone is ringing,” Ji Nuan reminded him.

Mo Jingshen seemed as though he heard nothing. His gaze remained fixed on her.

He stared down at Ji Nuan, giving her goosebumps all over her body. His phone fell to silence after a few seconds but began ringing again. She raised her hand to feel around his coat. She retrieved his phone and glanced at the string of unsaved numbers displayed on his screen.

Ji Nuan was able to recognize An Shuyan’s number. She had only seen it once that night, but she had memorized it.

She hid a smile as she glanced up at him, handing him the phone. “It’s your Secretary An.”

However, Mo Jingshen coldly pushed aside the phone she raised up to him. At the very moment their eyes met, he grabbed the phone from her hand and ruthlessly threw it behind him.

With a “Peng!” sound, the phone crashed heavily against the slightly shiny, gold tinted ceramic floor tiles. The unending ringtone abruptly stopped.

Mo Jingshen was the sort of person who, even when he did not reveal any expression, induced fear in a person’s heart with just a mild and cold glance of his.

Although Ji Nuan did not feel fear, the instant the phone fell, her mind blanked out for a moment.

“My Secretary An?” He coldly sneered. “Who gave her the right?”

Ji Nuan returned to herself, peering over his shoulders to stare at the shattered phone.

Although it was not the one they had bought together, she still could not help but give it another look.

“I’ll repeat myself once more.” His gaze fell on her face, word by word entering her ears. “You’re not clear-minded enough right now. We have no need to fight either. We’ll discuss this tomorrow morning after you’ve slept. Listen to me, en?”

His gaze was clearly cold and contained dissatisfaction. Yet, because of Ji Nuan’s expression, he still warmed up his tone to prevent frightening her.

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Ji Nuan found that the scent of alcohol from the bar had clung heavily onto her. It was not very good to smell. She went to shower again.

As she did not want to face Mo Jingshen right now, she showered for a long time before coming out.

She wrapped the robe very tightly around herself and then wrapped another towel around it. After making sure that she was adequately covered, she walked out of the bathroom.

She scanned the room and could not find Mo Jingshen’s silhouette.

Had he returned to the evening party?

Ji Nuan slowly tightened the robe around herself and walked toward the window to open it. The thick bathrobe was barely enough to protect her from the chilly evening air.

It was already late into the night. The hotel corridors were quiet. Outside the window, the city had already welcomed the silent night. There was only the occasional car passing by, its headlight flashing. From the eighteenth floor, she could almost see half of Hai Cheng’s city lights.

Her tipsiness cleared up a little more.

She finally understood clearly that, what she wanted, was indeed much more than it used to be.

If it had been a month ago, when she had just woken up in the room, she would not have cared about those people’s words. Neither would she have paid any mind to An Shuyan’s existence.

What she wanted was the identity of Mrs. Mo. She wanted to be able to protect everything she had once lost and not to repeat the same mistakes.

What she wanted was only to live this new life well.

However, earlier on, she was really bothered. Bothered until she had frightened herself.

Tonight, she may have been too emotional.

When she left, she actually did not even think twice before stepping into Sheng Yihan’s car.

If it had been any other time, she would not have done so even if a knife was placed against her neck.

Ji Nuan raised a hand to hold her forehead, suddenly feeling a wave of regret.

She had really wasted two lives. As someone who had experienced almost everything, her heart’s strength was actually still not strong enough.

She was just about to turn around when she heard the sound of the room door opening. The moment she looked back, she saw Mo Jingshen’s tall silhouette entering the room. The long coat on the man’s body appeared to have been stained the cold evening air. Yet, it did not affect his good looks. He held two boxes of what seemed like takeaway he had personally left to buy.