Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan: “…”

Mo Jingshen’s smile faded. “My life is yours, so is my body and mind. Won’t you feel guilty if you abandon me?”

Ji Nuan: “…”

She suddenly put down the bowl and pulled up the quilt to cover his face. He couldn’t move, so he just let her cover his face and head with the quilt. After keeping him like this for five seconds, she gave in and pulled the quilt away from his face.

Ji Nuan said solemnly with a straight face, ” Healed your wounds first. If you get yourself injured so badly again, I’ll really abandon you.”

The man smiled and pointed to the porridge she had put on the table.

“Huh?”

“Continue to feed me.”

“…”

—-

Later that day, many little brothers of the XI base came to the hospital to visit Mo Jingshen without letting Nan Heng and Feng Ling know, but it was not easy to enter Mo Jingshen’s ward, even though they were from the XI base.

Ji Nuan went down to pick them up when she got their calls.

Just then, Nan Heng suddenly came back. He stared at these little brothers, and the latter immediately expressed his sympathy and was about to go.

Before leaving, one of them suddenly said, “Mr. Mo, I wish you good health and a happy marriage all your life! Mrs. Mo is really a good woman!”

Not influenced by the bustle in the ward at all, Mo Jingshen sitting in the bed remained expressionless. However, hearing his words, he raised his eyebrows.

The little brother pointed in the direction of Cambodia. “When we were in Cambodia, Mrs. Mo not only cooked for us and cleaned our house, but also washed our socks. We’ve been single for more than 20 years, and that was the first time a woman washed our socks. I even hesitated to wear them….”

At the moment Mo Jingshen heard this, Nan Heng kicked their asses and drove them out. “Get out!”

After they left, the ward fell into silence again. Mo Jingshen turned his eyes to Ji Nuan. “Wash socks? Who made you do this?”

Then before Ji Nuan answered, he turned his eyes to Nan Heng.

“Don’t look at me. I didn’t even know Miss Ji could cook. How could I let her do this?” Nan Heng felt that after returning to the base, he must make these boys run around the base for 50 laps. “It was she who was too worried about your safety, so she found something to do to distract herself.”

Ji Nuan coughed. “It was I who asked to do those jobs. There is no need to mention it… they were just kidding… Actually, I didn’t wash many pairs of socks… I just wanted to thank them. Otherwise, I would feel guilty eating their food, living in their house, and being protected by them while doing nothing.”

Nan Heng sneered. “You might feel even worse if you know that those brothers whose socks you washed will have to serve as targets for new recruits in shooting training from today.”

Ji Nuan. “…Oh, no!”

Nan Heng coldly raised his eyebrows and pointed his chin at Mo Jingshen on the bed. “If you want to save them from trouble, you’ll have to plead with him.”

So, it seemed that she had to plead with Mo Jingshen.

Ji Nuan turned her eyes to the bed.

Mo Jingshen glanced aloofly at Nan Heng. “If you continue to use her, your brothers may serve as targets for two years.”

Last night, Ji Nuan went to the gynecological department too late, so some tests weren’t done. Now, she was called to the consulting room by the doctor.

In the hospital room, Nan Heng threw his phone on Mo Jingshen’s bed, and a private message on the screen caught the latter’s eye.

“The Su family people learned you were back last night. They came as soon as you entered the operating room, but Officer Entes stopped them from entering the hospital. The last time Su Xueyi was forcibly brought back to the United States, she was really frightened by the punishing methods of the base. She is said to have been locked up at home recently and was in a bad state of mind. The Su family is very upset about this and wants to talk to you about it.”

Mo Jingshen coldly glanced at the message on the screen. “She’s got a mental disease?”

Nan Heng sneered. “I think she’s really freaked out. Psychiatrists go to the Su Family every day. It is said that she often stays up all night and screams at the slightest movement of wind and grass. Doctors said she was over frightened.”

Mo Jingshen slightly turned up the corners of his lips and said coldly, “I’m sorry to hear that, but why do they want to talk to me about her? I do know a psychiatrist in Los Angeles, and if they need it, you can send her to a mental hospital and get her treated.”

Get her treated?

Obviously, Mo Jingshen thought it wasn’t enough for the Su Family to lock Su Xueyi up at home and wanted them to send her into a mental hospital.

Given what Su Xueyi had done to Ji Nuan in T City, if it hadn’t been for Elder Su, Su Xueyi might have died.

“Elder Su knows that you’ve returned to the US,” Nan Heng said. “Do you want to answer his call?”

Mo Jingshen remained deadpan. “No.”

Late at night in Los Angeles, it was even colder than in the north of China. The wind was piercingly cold.

In the Su Family, the window of the upstairs bedroom of the villa was wide open. A young woman was sitting at the window, facing the cold wind with a glass of red wine in her hand. She took a sip of wine, looked at the stars and moon, and recalled the conversation she had occasionally heard when she had gone down the stairs during the day.

“Mo Jingshen has come back to the United States. He’s in the hospital, but we couldn’t get in because the hospital was heavily guarded by the police and another group of people.”

“We just wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to make up for what Xueyi had done. Our Xueyi was just trying to get justice for her cousin, which is why she went to T City to do those things. She was ridiculous indeed and did offend Mrs. Mo, but no matter what she had done, doctors said her brain had been damaged, and her mental problems had worsened. Xueyi is still so young, and we can’t just watch her being destroyed!”

“Elder Su, Xueyi is your grandniece, and it was for Zhilan that she did those things. Now that Mo Jingshen refuses to see us, you should go talk to him to intercede for Xueyi. Why should they destroy Xueyi when Mrs. Mo was unharmed? She is not yet twenty, a few years younger than Zhilan. The Su family has been friends of Shine Group for years and are on good terms with the XI base. Besides, Zhilan used to be Mo Jingshen’s fiancée. Mo Jingshen will listen to you. I think you should solve this matter.”

Su Zhilan shook the glass in her hand gently and slowly took a sip of wine. Soon she went tipsy. Her watery eyes slowly turned around the room to look at the picture frame on the white shelf beside the bed.

For the past two years, her grandfather kept her grounded, not allowing her to leave Los Angeles or even the United States, in order not to let her go find him.

Finally, he came back?