Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Remaining silent for a few seconds, the man suddenly pulled over. His slender, strong fingers suddenly fell on her jaw and forced her to face him. His eyes were dark and cold, and he repeated with emphasis, “I say it again, don’t throw your tantrum on me here.”

Ji Nuan angrily hit his hand away and smiled coldly. “Do you think I’m throwing a tantrum? Mo Jingshen, I pull out all my thorns and face you with my soft inside every day. Have I ever thrown a tantrum on you?”

He also looked into her eyes and said flatly, “You don’t have to suppress your own nature. Just be yourself. Just show me what you’re capable of. You’ve been wearing the mask for too long, and now you can’t take it off. How can you blame me for that?”

Ji Nuan stared at him and gradually narrowed her eyes. “You want me to become that Ji Nuan I used to be?”

Mo Jingshen curved the corners of his lips and sneered. “Don’t you know what you were like?”

Ji Nuan opened her mouth, then paused, and suddenly spat out a word. “Good.”

She suddenly tried to push his hand off her chin but could not.

He pinched her chin harder. “You can’t get off here. I’m not kidding. Don’t be a drama queen here, en?”

“Does my life still concern you?”

“No, but my moral sense doesn’t allow me just to watch you get out of the car and die.”

“Your answer is really cruel and straightforward.”

He took back his hand from her chin and turned to drive again, his voice so deep that his real emotion couldn’t be felt. “I’ve made it clear enough. You should have seen the reality. It’s pointless for you to lie to yourself.”

“Mo Jingshen, do you still remember what I was like?” Ji Nuan suddenly asked him, but when she asked, her expression was too calm.

He didn’t answer her.

She also seemed not to expect any reply from him at all.

…

It was late when she was sent back to the Yu Garden.

Ji Nuan came out of the bathroom with a nightgown over her nightdress, her long, washed hair wrapped in a towel. She picked up the hairdryer, plugged it in, pulled off the towel, and began to blow her semi-wet hair.

It was already past nine o ‘clock when Mo Jingshen sent her back to the Yu Garden. It was too late, so he didn’t drive away.

It was also the first time he had stayed in the Yu Garden since they came back to China.

But he didn’t go back to the master bedroom but stayed in the study.

A short time later, Ji Nuan touched her blow-dried hair, put the dryer down, combed her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror.

It was really like she had been forced to take a vacation at that mid-hill villa these days. She had to put aside all her work and social engagements. The meals were made according to her taste. The mute servant would occasionally cook a new dish, and if she didn’t eat it, she would not force her to do so, and then switched back to her favorite flavor.

She didn’t expect that after a week of rest, she would be in better shape. This week she weighed at least three pounds more, and even her cheeks became rosy.

If Shi Niange weren’t that helpless that night, Ji Nuan would have doubted the real purpose of that Xiao Luye.

But now she still doubted his purpose.

That man was always looking at her as if there was something special in her face.

But now that she had left that mid-hill villa, she was not in the mood to think whether that man was a good or a bad guy. After all, it had nothing to do with her now.

The door was knocked suddenly, and Ji Nuan got up to open it. Auntie Chen was holding a cup of red dates and white fungus soup.

Seeing Ji Nuan hadn’t slept yet, Auntie Chen said in a hushed voice, “Mr. Mo hasn’t been back for a long time. I heard that he was too busy in recent months and often worked overtime in the company. I think he must stay up late a lot. Now he has finally come back. I made some soup for him as a night snack, but the door of his study is closed, and I dare not knock on the door.”

“Just dump the soup. He won’t eat it.”

Auntie Chen paused. “But Mr. Mo…”

“I’m tired. I’m going to take a rest. If you don’t mind, I’ll close the door.”

Seeing Ji Nuan is not going to say anymore, Auntie Chen hurriedly put the bowl into her hand. “Madam, it’s up to you…”

Ji Nuan closed the door and looked at the red dates and white fungus soup in her hand.

She might as well eat it herself.

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In the end, Ji Nuan still knocked on the door of the study, but there was no response.

Ji Nuan continued to knock on the door patiently. She wasn’t in a hurry but kept tapping her finger on the door for a few minutes.

The door of the study was finally opened. The man stood at the door, and his indifferent look fell on her night skirt, his eyes cold and clear. “What’s up?”

Ji Nuan handed her the bowl in her hand and said carelessly, “It’s the red dates and white fungus soup Auntie Chen made. She asked me to bring it to you.”

Her tone was careless, so was the soup.

Because she had almost finished half the bowl of soup.

Looking at the half bowl of red dates and white fungus soup, Mo Jingshen remained deadpan. “You can drink it if you like. You don’t have to bring half a bowl of soup for me.”

“You speak as if you’ll drink it if I bring you the whole bowl.”

Mo Jingshen didn’t continue with this topic, nor shut her out. This was Yu Garden, and Auntie Chen and the other servants were all Grandfather Mo’s ‘spies,’ so he didn’t treat her too coldly. He didn’t close the door, and she could choose to leave or come in.

After Mo Jingshen turned around and went in, Ji Nuan saw that he was not working but reading some translation materials. The computer on the desk was turned on but showed the desktop wallpaper, which meant that he just turned on the computer but didn’t use it. Some documents automatically printed by the printer in the study were placed beside the computer and hadn’t been signed, which meant that he was not in a hurry to sign the documents, and he was not busy tonight.

Ji Nuan walked over to him, and, as he put the translated materials away at random, she went over to him and watched him as he put the translated materials into the bookshelf.

Mo Jingshen didn’t say a word more during the whole process, but after she looked at him for a long time with burning eyes, he picked up a document beside the computer and turned his eyes to her before he opened it. “Are you going to stay here and watch me work?”

“Can’t I?” Ji Nuan tilted her head as if she were laughing, but in her clear eyes, there seemed to be a distinct cold glint.

Mo Jingshen no longer paid any attention to her. He picked up a document that wasn’t urgent and began to read it as if she didn’t exist at all.