Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingshen glanced at Ji Nuan who had been seated quietly. “What? You hesitated whether to buy this painting or not for a long time. I’ve bought it for you, but now you are ashamed to take it?”

Ji Nuan: “…”

All her complex emotions disappear the moment the man spoke. Ji Nuan saw the staff members had carried the rolled-up painting over here. She looked at the painting and snorted. “CEO Mo is so rich. How can I, a little director of the small MN Group, be compared with you?”

The man slightly raised the corners of his thin lips. “You don’t want it? Then I’ll give it to the Rong family.”

“Yes, I do.” Ji Nuan picked the painting up as the staff brought it to her, with no intention of giving it up.

“I thought you might have your insistence.”

It depended. She really wanted the painting as it was bound with many of her childhood memories.

Besides, how could she let him give the painting to the Rong family?

She knew he was teasing her, but she had no choice. Anyway, she didn’t pay a penny. She just needed to choose to temporarily put her pride aside and then could get this painting worth hundreds of millions of yuan, so why not?

She was not a teenage girl who would puff herself up at her own cost. She was a mature woman now, so as long as it was beneficial to her, she could be quite flexible.

Ji Nuan held the rolled-up painting in her arms, which was protected by a transparent wrapper. She looked down again at the painting in her arms, and a faint smile came to her lips.

“Thanks. When I give it to my dad, I’ll tell him you bought it for him.”

When he saw her in a good mood, the conniving smile remained in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter who bought it. It’s just a painting.”

It was just a painting?

Rong Yan had been standing there frozen, the expression on her face petrified.

Even if the Rong family was rich and powerful, they dared not to say a painting worth 600 million was just a painting.

Just now when her brother said Mo Jingshen bought this painting for Miss Ji, she still thought it was impossible. Miss Ji didn’t seem to like this kind of stuff, but she didn’t expect that he bought it for her father. Now Mo Jingshen had confirmed it.

Ji Nuan didn’t ask him for this painting. How did he know she wanted it? How did he know Miss Ji’s father would like it?

Did he like Miss Ji as much as she liked him and especially investigate the likes and dislikes of Miss Ji’s family members in order to get to know her better? Or did he and Miss Ji have another relationship she didn’t know yet?

A bitter taste filled Rong Yan’s mouth. “CEO Mo, there are many kinds of famous paintings. There are also more expensive paintings in foreign countries. The Rong family has a Qi Baishi’s painting, ‘Twelve Screens of Landscapes.’ My grandfather bought it at a foreign auction in the early years and kept it at home, but he prefers the paintings by Zhang Daqian. If Miss Ji agrees, we can exchange that painting for this painting of Zhang Daqian. After all, my grandfather’s birthday is coming soon. Do you agree, Miss Ji?”

There was no sign of wavering in Ji Nuan’s face. Instead, she felt Miss Rong was really a spoiled girl. How could she still ask her to give her the painting even now?

“I’m sorry Miss Rong, but this painting used to be in my father’s study when I was a child, and then it was transferred to someone else for some reason. I found something my family lost. Even if you offer to exchange something ten times more expensive for this, I won’t agree with it, because it’s of special significance to me,” Ji Nuan said flatly. “In terms of paintings, my father also has the paintings of art masters like Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, and Tang Yin, but this painting has special significance to my family, so I can’t just give it to you.”

As she spoke, seemingly unconsciously, Ji Nuan held the picture more tightly.

Seeing her motion, Mo Jingshen raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Did she think no one could take it away from her by doing this?

Noticing his smile, Ji Nuan glared at him and simply put the painting back in the hands of the staff, who would send it to their hotel intact after they left.

Rong Yan watched their interaction. It was clear that no one else could get in between them.

Mo Jingshen gazed at Ji Nuan indulgently and lovingly, and Ji Nuan acted like a spoiled little girl in front of him. She was just relying on his love for her, or else no woman dared to throw her tantrum like this in front of Mo Jingshen.

Rong Cheng’s face had been as cold as iceberg and Rong Yan’s eyes had turned red. “Since this painting means so much to you, I’m sorry we bothered you.”

Then Rong Yan turned and took Rong Cheng’s arm to leave when Ji Nuan’s placid voice rang. “Miss Rong, didn’t you just sprain your ankle? Did you recover so quickly?”

Rong Yan paused and didn’t look back. She tugged at Rong Cheng’s hand hard to stop him when he was about to turn around to quarrel with Ji Nuan.

After all, they were in the wrong just now. Ji Nuan didn’t demand an apology from them when Mo Jingshen arrived, nor did she make a scene, but chose to make peace, which was enough to show that she was sensible. Now, if she and her brother made a scene, the Rong family might seem unreasonable.

Seeing the Rong siblings leave, Ji Nuan was about to leave too but noticed that Mo Jingshen was looking at her face.

When their eyes met, Ji Nuan thought of the painting and immediately withdrew her gaze, saying, “I’ll give you the money later.”

But the man smiled and whispered to her, “Why not pay me back with your body?”

“…”

Ji Nuan took a look at him. “Okay.”

Seeing the man’s eyes suddenly brightened, she smiled. “But only tonight or never.”

Mo Jingshen: “…”

But she was still in her period.

Obviously it was a blank check and his six hundred million had gone vain.

The man gave her a cold look, turned his back on her, and walked straight out

Ji Nuan looked at his back and couldn’t help smiling.

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Ji Nuan had a hard time keeping up with him. Because of her blank check, Mo Jingshen ignored her and walked very fast, without even looking back.

Ji Nuan felt that Mo Jingshen was walking too fast, and it was hard for her to keep up with him in heels over ten centimeters…