Chapter 1623: Why Don’t I Just Steal You Back

She knew very well how half-hearted she was, yet she deliberately displayed this indifference to him.

“I just suddenly wanted to seduce you, so I came back. After all, you’ve always been the man who comes at my beck and call. You’re rich and powerful, very useful. No matter from which angle I look at it, letting you go to another woman would be such a loss. I might as well steal you back.”

Chu Yao tugged at the button on his chest, pulling it toward herself. Mo Tingshen cooperated by lowering his head, and she lifted her head to give him a kiss.

“Isn’t it okay?”

“Okay.”

Mo Tingshen laughed bitterly; damn, he was just her lapdog.

They had shredded how many fig leaves over the years. She was just accustomed to playing with him, gave him a taste of sweetness and would immediately turn cold. He was always caught in between gains and losses, never able to put on a front, afraid of being too aggressive and losing interest, so she might really slip away from him.

But he wasn’t young anymore and had played this cat-and-mouse game with her for many years, feeling increasingly like he was just her plaything. His childhood friends joked about him, and he never got angry. Anything related to Chu Yao just drove him crazy.

He had been humiliated enough and couldn’t recover, but he had to regain some ground.

She really didn’t care about him, guarding him all these years was enough.

Coincidentally, Qiao Man showed interest, and at that time, he was feeling disheartened, so he half-heartedly agreed.

After all, marrying anyone was the same; he couldn’t offer love, but he could offer the dignity of being Mrs. Mo. He understood the intentions of the Qiao Family towards him, just a mutually beneficial arrangement.

He tried to hint about the wedding, and let Qiao Man bounce around on the trending topics for two days.

Chu Yao knew but didn’t care.

Indifference meant not asking.

Mo Tingshen initially didn’t intend to get married, but then thought, it didn’t make any difference who he married, so he just went with it.

But Chu Yao came back, and once she returned, she seduced him with no resistance on his part. It was only then he realized he was trapped by this woman for life, no one else would do. Even if it meant entangling for a lifetime without a name or status, it was fine. Why drag others into it?

Chu Yao was twisted, and he wasn’t much better.

“I’m not getting married anymore, and the bride is gone too. Don’t you owe me one?”

Mo Tingshen simply widened the opening to leave her with nowhere to hide.

Chu Yao cunningly said, “Sure, I’ll go out tomorrow and ask who’d be willing to marry, and give one to you.”

He gritted his teeth against his molars, “Not very original!”

He picked up Chu Yao, cradled her in his arms, and supported her with a hand. When she raised her head, he kissed her, not separating until they entered the bedroom.

…

When Nan Jiaojiao woke up, sunlight had already poured through the window. There was no one in bed, she looked for him everywhere and heard sounds from the living room, then burrowed back into the blankets intending to sleep a bit longer. Suddenly, a thought clicked in her mind, and she quickly grabbed her phone to take a look.

It was already eight.

Bo Yanching hadn’t woken her up.

The bedroom door, slightly ajar, pushed open, and Bo Yanching came in holding a cup of milk, “I heard noises, you’re awake?”

Nan Jiaojiao blinked, “Aren’t you changing clothes?”

“The wedding was canceled, no need to go.”

“Huh?”

Her half-opened eyes slowly widened, she silently propped the pillow up a bit, leaned on it, and had a gossipy expression, “Why?”

“Last night Mo Tingshen went to the Qiao Family, talked things over, and canceled the wedding.”

Nan Jiaojiao moved a bit closer to his side, “But why?”

Bo Yanching grabbed her hand, handed her the milk cup to hold, “Have a drink first.”

Nan Jiaojiao took half a cup, usually, he had to coax her for ages to take a few sips, indeed gossip was the strongest motivation.