Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ten months or ten years made no difference to her.

She always knew that Mo Jingshen would always be Mo Jingshen, no matter ten months from now, or ten years from now.

He was the man that she once let down and he was her husband, but suddenly, there was such a long distance between him and her, and they had become estranged.

She looked at his face that was placid and handsome. He didn’t look cold and alienated, but she felt the extremest indifference from him.

Ji Nuan couldn’t cry. With bloodshot eyes, she gazed at him, tears rolling in her eyes. Despair and panic seized her, and she clutched his collar. “Mo Jingshen, how can you say you’ve already died?! How can you be so cruel to me?!”

“Ji Nuan.”

“Don’t call my name!” Her voice was soft and somewhat determined. “Aren’t you dead? You’re dead, right? Mo Jingshen, from this day forward, I’ll just take you as a dead man!”

He did not answer or deny, but looked into her eyes, which were almost mad. The indifferent and apathy in his eyes made her suddenly sneer.

“Get out.” She said.

He still looked at her.

“Don’t you hear me?”

He looked quietly into her cold, resentful eyes.

“Mo Jingshen, in fact, you never love me at all. You are too calm. You know what you should do and what you should not. You know how to dote on me. You know how to make me feel happy. But you’ll never lose control of yourself, just like now, when you calmly and slowly tear me into pieces.” Ji Nuan smiled in rage. “The man who can always control himself is the scariest. The only person you trust is yourself. You never fully trust anyone else. You think you are doing everything right. For whatever reason and under whatever circumstances, you’re always right…”

Mo Jingshen did not speak but stood still, his eyes placid and clear. Ji Nuan felt as if the coldness in his eyes had penetrated into her skin, into her blood.

Ji Nuan closed her eyes and pointed to the closed door. “If you don’t go, I’ll go.”

He still looked at her eyes and didn’t move. Ji Nuan immediately walked away.

Her wrist was caught by him as she walked past him.

“I’ll go.” His voice was as calm as ever.

The door was opened and closed, and for an instant, the room regained its original tranquility.

But Ji Nuan stood in front of the door of the bathroom, and all she could hear was her own heartbeat—thump, thump, thump.

—-

Ji Nuan woke up with a start the next morning.

She felt as if she had been suddenly kidnapped by some people who had covered her nose and mouth, and she couldn’t breathe. Then those people put her in a car and threw her into a very, very cold place.

All around her were snow mountains. It was so cold that she was frozen stiff and unable to move her limbs. All she could see was white snow, and no other color could be seen.

It was so cold.

The snow mountains gradually turned into glaciers. She was frozen on the glacier when someone pointed an ice arrow at her heart and shot it at her.

No!

Ji Nuan suddenly woke up from the dream. She woke up feeling weak, and her head felt so heavy that she almost couldn’t sit up.

She sat up in bed with difficulty. She felt as if her body had been filled with lead, and she couldn’t even lift her hand to feel her hair.

It was so cold, unbearably cold.

Could the dream have affected her feelings? Or maybe she was stuck in the dream and still couldn’t wake up?

Ji Nuan sat in bed for a moment with her eyes closed. Then she lifted the covers and got out of bed, intending to take a hot bath in the bathroom. As she walked into the bathroom, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the number 16 on the air conditioner. Her mind was in a mess, and she didn’t have the energy to figure out why the temperature was so low and just went straight to the bathroom.

It was too cold. She sat shivering on the edge of the tub, putting hot water into the tub while unbuttoning her clothes with shaking hands.

Until the tub was almost filled, she stepped into the bathtub, shivered violently, sat in the pool of hot water, and exhaled a sigh of comfort.

—-

For two rainy days in Hai City, the atmosphere was also somber in the president’s office of the Mo Corporation.

Shen Mu knew CEO Mo’s temper, so he was cautious in his work and rarely made a mistake. These two days, however, he received a lot of cool looks from his boss, which made him wonder whether he could still keep this job.

Auntie Chen called the company from Yu Garden yesterday. Before Shen Mu had the time to inform CEO Mo, he was sent to investigate a business partner’s company in Hai City. When he came back, it was already the afternoon of the next day. Shen Mu, who had always been careful in work, forgot to tell Mo Jingshen about Auntie Chen’s call because of his busy work.

When he received Auntie Chen’s phone call again, it was almost the end of the next day.

“Mr. Shen, why can’t I get through to Mr. Mo? Yesterday I wasn’t sure how serious this matter was, but Mrs. Mo hasn’t shown up for two whole days. I’m really worried about her…”

Hearing this, Shen Mu suddenly remembered that Auntie Chen had called for CEO Mo yesterday. He hung up the phone and then hurried to the meeting room.

The meeting ended at 4 PM, but several department heads were still reporting something to CEO Mo, so he hadn’t come out yet.

Shen Mu waited outside for a while and looked at the time. Thinking how anxious Auntie Chen sounded, he simply pushed the door open, walked up to Mo Jingshen, and bent to whisper to him, “CEO Mo, the Yu Garden called, saying that Mrs. Mo hasn’t shown up for two days. Auntie Chen sounded really worried. We have no idea what happened to Mrs. Mo.”

Mo Jingshen paused and turned his eyes to Shen Mu. “When did she call?”

“Auntie Chen called yesterday, but I was temporarily sent to an investigation task and forgot to tell you. Just now, Auntie Chen called again, and I…”

Mo Jingshen looked at the document in his hand, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally put down the document, leaving a cold word. “Hold it and report tomorrow.”

The department heads in the meeting room exchanged glances with each other, and none of them dared ask why.

Mo Jingshen walked out and called Auntie Chen back. The latter said, “I don’t know where Madam’s been these days. At ordinary times, if she works overtime in the studio or wants to live somewhere else, she will call the Yu Garden in advance and tell us about it. If not, I’ll call her colleagues in her studio, and they’ll tell me about her whereabouts. But these two days, even her colleagues in the studio don’t know where she is.”