Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan was confused. “So, divorce is just my way back to where I started, then what about after the divorce? Now Su Zhilan has got her retribution and died and I’m still alive, so now should I go on not seeing you for ten more years and never have anything to do with you again?”

Mo Jingshen remained silent.

“Now, you can choose your life freely. What should be over has been over. You can do whatever you want.”

The man said flatly and then looked at her. “It’ll be a good choice for you to be Mrs. Mo again.”

Mo Jingshen was looking at her, and his calm expression was a perfect mask for the trepidation with which he spoke.

He had decided to pay the price. Now, it would be difficult for him to take her back.

He knew her too well.

Ji Nuan looked at his placid face and remembered his expression when he had said cruelly that the past he had died.

She said coldly, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’ve been thinking a lot, but I haven’t really thought about it. Since I can choose my life now, let the past be the past, including you, Mo Jingshen, right?”

He knew she would respond this way.

Mo Jingshen didn’t look disappointed. He lowered his eyes, which flickered with an unfathomable gleam, “How are you going to make me a part of the past?”

For whatever reason, after all, the way he broke up with her was so cruel that Ji Nuan didn’t really want to forgive him.

Ji Nuan remained poker-faced. “I’ll fall in love again, find another man to marry, say goodbye to my past life, have a new start, and climb to new heights. What do you think?”

The man looked at her, slightly narrowed his eyes, and chuckled. “Find another man to marry?”

Ji Nuan straightened up her back. “I’ve lived for two lives and wasted ten years on the same man. I don’t want to waste my time anymore. Anyway, we are divorced. A good horse will never turn around to graze on old pasture. CEO Mo, I appreciate you for the grace of rebirth. When I get married again, you can stand with my father and I and my new husband will bow low to you for your grace. Satisfied?”

Mo Jingshen looked at her. “Does it make you feel better speaking like this?”

He remained expressionless, but when he heard that she would bow low to him with her new husband for his grace of rebirth, a cold gleam flickered across his eyes.

Ji Nuan turned to the bedroom deadpan. “I still have a headache. I’ll go back to my bedroom and get some sleep. Please go in and wake me up when Auntie Chen brings me the clothes and the SIM card. If you can ask Auntie Chen to buy a new cell phone for me, I will be very grateful. After all, you know, it’s really inconvenient without a cell phone. I’m the CEO of the MN Group anyway. I have a lot of work to handle.”

With that, she entered the bedroom and closed the door.

Mo Jingshen didn’t say anything. Ji Nuan lay back on the bed, looked down at the shirt and the trousers of the man on her body, and then looked out at the sun. She frowned sullenly, got up, and drew the curtains. The bedroom sank into darkness, and she lay down again.

Ji Nuan couldn’t fall asleep, because all sorts of things were entangled in her mind.

Perhaps this was right. After all, life couldn’t be relived without any price. There were always some tracks and experiences that couldn’t be easily reversed.

How much energy and time he spent these years to transfer all the deadly disasters on her to Su Zhilan and Ji Mengran?

After she died in her previous life, in the days that she didn’t know, he must have known or done something.

She had slept a whole day and a night and had slept two days in total. She had been here since she woke up, eating and dressing without any consumption, so she couldn’t sleep.

But after she closed her eyes and went off into wild flights of thoughts for a while, she fell asleep in the familiar smell of Mo Jingshen in the bed.

—-

It was already dark when she woke up, though it was not yet noon when she fell asleep.

Ji Nuan got up from the bed and felt her strength had returned. She walked out of the bedroom and saw two bags of clothes on the sofa, and a small paper bag with a new SIM card in it.

“Where is Auntie Chen?” Ji Nuan thought she could see Auntie Chen.

“When she came back at noon, you were still sleeping. She didn’t bother you and went straight away. She’ll be back in the morning. You can see her tomorrow morning,” Mo Jingshen came out of the study and said calmly.

Ji Nuan glanced at him. “It’s all right. She is in Hai City after all. I’ll go to Hai City University and treat her and her son a meal when I get the time. I’ll see her sooner or later. I’ll be going after I change clothes.”

Then she picked up the clothes on the sofa and the SIM card and was about to turn back to the bedroom when she pondered and looked back on the sofa. “No cell phone? CEO Mo, you can throw your million-dollar car into the sea. Why can’t you buy me a cell phone?”

He said flatly, “I’ll take you to buy a cell phone after you recover.”

Ji Nuan stared at the man who was always so unpleasantly calm and peaceful as if no matter what she said or required, he would just take her as a kid who was throwing a tantrum and would tolerate her and be patient with her.

She coldly snorted. “No, thanks. I’m not going to recuperate here. After I change my clothes, I’ll take a taxi and go home.”

The man’s voice was cold. “You don’t have a cell phone, so you can’t contact anyone. You don’t have any ID certificates or money. Are you inviting others to rob you going out so late and taking a taxi?”

Ji Nuan: “…”

Mo Jingshen had drawn near her, looked down at her, and said lightly, “If you feel uncomfortable living in Ao Lan International, I’ll send you back, but your head has been hit, and you may have a headache these days, so you must have someone accompany you at home. I can go to your home to live with you.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

No way.

She lived quite peacefully in Yuehu Bay. She must not let him know where she was living.

“Is that serious?” She raised her hand and touched her head. In fact, if she didn’t touch the wound, she didn’t feel any pain, but when she touched it, she still felt the pain.

She had a feeling that Mo Jingshen purposely played up her wound. If it was really that serious, she would have been sent to the hospital. How could she still be here?

Ji Nuan saw he glance at her face that was no longer swelling and at her head and gaze at her. “Yes, very serious.”

Ji Nuan took a look at the SIM card in her hand that was temporarily useless and reluctantly picked up the bags of clothes and went back to the bedroom.