Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Being carried to the dining table, Ji Nuan looked at the food on the table that was obviously from a restaurant.

Ji Nuan: “Aren’t I a patient? How can I eat this greasy food?”

The man put her on the chair. “It’s all vegetables. Not that greasy.”

Ji Nuan said no more but reached down and pulled the hem of her shirt down as hard as she could to cover her bare thighs. When the man noticed her motion, she remained deadpan, but she still had many questions in her mind that she couldn’t understand, so she picked up her chopsticks and asked, “By the way, does Su Zhilan’s death have anything to do with you…”

“Just eat the food.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

She took a look at him again. She was really hungry. She would have to eat the food anyway, so she was not in a hurry to ask him these questions. She picked the chopsticks and began to eat but ate only a little of each dish. These dishes looked appetizing and tasted delicious. However, perhaps because she just got up from bed, she had no appetite and wasn’t quite interested in the dishes.

Besides the vegetables, there was also a lightly steamed fish. She took a chopstick of fish and tasted it. It tasted good but was a bit undercooked. She couldn’t help saying, “It seems that the level of the chef of this restaurant isn’t that good.”

For some reason, she thought the taste of the food shouldn’t be so poor, but she didn’t know why she thought so.

Mo Jingshen was putting the soup into her bowl. Hearing this, he looked up at her and said lightly, “I was busy taking care of you when you were in a coma. How did I have the time to cook for you?”

Ji Nuan bit the chopstick and didn’t speak.

Oh, yes.

When she lived in Ao Lan International before, Mo Jingshen would cook for her even though he worked overtime and came back very late. She could eat the delicious food he made almost every day. When they lived in the Yu Garden, Auntie Chen would cook for them. In other places, she could order takeout or cook by herself, but in Ao Lan International, he always cooked for her.

That was why she thought that way just now.

The man put the bowl that was full of soup in front of her and said flatly, “Just eat the food.”

Ji Nuan looked at the man opposite who was cool and handsome, recalled the strange dreams she had had, and slowly pursed her lips.

She could put the dreams aside and forget what he said that ‘life’s trajectory should not move in reverse; everything should return to as it should be,’ but was it because he had been taking care of her that he didn’t go to the company these two days?

She heard that he had hardly taken a day off since he took over Shine. He looked even more cold-hearted than before but was still so patient with her.

She lowered her head to eat the food. Perhaps to show that she didn’t mind that he didn’t cook for her, she ate a large bowl of rice.

Although she felt much better, she was tortured hard by the two kidnappers. She had been sleeping for two days and wasn’t able to recover so soon. She sat still at the table, ready to go back to bed and get good sleep until her strength and spirits returned.

But it didn’t seem right for her to stay on at Ao Lan International.

After all, they had been divorced for long.

Ji Nuan thought she was a person willing to forgive, but as for Mo Jingshen, she found that although she didn’t cling to the past, nor would she make a fuss, she still bore grudges against him.

“I think my phone and everything in my bag fell into the ocean with your car. I can’t reach anyone now. Can you lend me your phone?” She asked.

The man stared at her for ten seconds. When Ji Nuan was about to explain why she needed to lend his phone, he said casually, “Live here before you fully recover. I’ll have someone to notify your company.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

She didn’t even have the chance to explain.

Mo Jingshen came up to her and looked down at her still pale face. “Go back to the bedroom to rest. I don’t have any of your clothes here. I’ll have someone buy some clothes for you, and also necessities you can use, ok?”

Ji Nuan sat by the dining table, pursed her lips, and said after a pause, “At least there should be some panties of mine here. Is it proper for me to only wear your shirt without any other clothes?

Mo Jingshen. “Why do you think it’s improper?”

Seeing Ji Nuan immediately frown, he sighed helplessly and whispered, “I’ll check for you to see if you had any underwear left when you left.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

Let Mo Jingshen help her find her underwear?

He didn’t do so even before they were divorced, let alone that they were not a legal couple now.

Seeing her remain silent, he turned straight to the bedroom.

Ji Nuan didn’t expect for him to search for her underwear and hurriedly got up. “I’ll find it myself!”

Mo Jingshen turned around, took a look at her, raised his chin, and pointed toward the bedroom, saying indifferently, “Go ahead.”

How did the topic strangely change from lending his cell phone to looking for her underwear?

Ji Nuan looked at his handsome features, frowned, but reluctantly, quickly walked over.

As she walked, she continued to pull down the hem of her shirt, wondering if Mo Jingshen did this on purpose.

She remembered he had a shirt with a longer hem than this one, which she used to wear. He was so tall that he was more than a head taller than her when she was not wearing high heels, so his shirt usually covered more than half of her thighs, but this was obviously not the longest one. It barely covered the bottom of her thigh, and she couldn’t pull it down an inch more.

Pulling on the shirt, she went into the bedroom with a dark face, opened the wardrobe and the drawers, and rummaged through them. Sure enough, none of her belongings was left, not even in the corner.

She had indeed come to collect all her belongings before she returned the keys to him three years ago, but she collected them so quickly that she might have missed one or two pieces. However, it seemed that she collected them so thoroughly that not a single thing was left.

The man didn’t say anything to her for rummaging through the drawers. He stood in front of the bedroom with one hand in the pants pocket and looked at her deadpan. “I’ve asked someone to buy clothes for you. Not a single piece of clothing will be missing. Just wait for two hours. Be patient, all right?”

Unable to find any piece of her clothes, Ji Nuan pushed the drawer back heavily and reluctantly agreed, looking cross.

But she couldn’t keep being like this. She opened the closet and took out a loose and soft pajama trousers—which, of course, was Mo Jingshen’s.

She turned around, hid behind the closet, put on the trousers, and nodded satisfactorily. As she came out triumphantly from behind the closet, she suddenly saw Mo Jingshen was looking at her, and she paused.

Then she realized shamefully that she was wearing Mo Jingshen’s underwear…