Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1137: The Story of Ling and Heng (400)

After stopping the car in the parking lot downstairs, Feng Ling abruptly heard the sound of a car driving by. She alighted and glanced over only to see that Li Nanheng had coincidentally returned at the same time. His car was parked right across hers.

Did he only just return?

"You came back so late today?" Feng Ling asked as she approached.

Li Nanheng had noticed her car earlier. Originally, he had planned to stay in the car for a moment longer. When he heard her voice, he knew he could not conceal himself and directly lowered the windows. His gaze was deep as he watched the woman with a red scarf wound around her neck.

He suddenly chuckled: "This scarf isn't bad. Is it warm?"

"En," Feng Ling responded lightly. She was slightly embarrassed but she had to give it to him. It was very warm. Ji Nuan had also complimented it countlessly today. She had said it was beautiful and that it matched her black clothes perfectly.

She did not pay much attention to the man's husky voice. Li Nanheng always wanted to kiss her and whenever he held her, his voice was always a bit hoarse. Despite her keen senses, she did not notice anything amiss.

"Aren't you coming up?" Feng Ling asked.

"You head up to rest first. I'll go up after I make a call," Li Nanheng smiled at her while he spoke.

However, Feng Ling noticed that his movements seemed to be a bit sluggish. Although she did not notice what was amiss, she still asked instinctively: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Li Nanheng paused. He turned his head to the windows to glance at her: "No."

"It's cold in the underground parking lot. If you have any calls to make, you should return to the room to do it. If it's not convenient for me to listen, I'll return to the bedroom to wash up. Since we already met here, is there a need to still split up?" Feng Ling stood by the door and waited for him to alight.

Typically, she always avoided him. Even after they made up, he was often the one who took initiative. It was rare for her to insist on something like this.

Right now, she was insisting that they head up together. If it had been any other time, Li Nanheng's mood would surely be very good. She was gradually changing and was growing more open to his feelings.

However, right now, the sight of this woman wearing a red scarf, with her smooth and enticing complexion, was only a form of torture to Li Nanheng.

After around thirty seconds, Li Nanheng alighted.

The gush of cold air left him full of energy. After closing the door, he stood by Feng Ling's side and did not drag her into his embrace the way he typically did. He maintained around half a meter of distance and said: "Let's go."

Feng Ling glanced at him and turned to head for the escalator.

After entering, Feng Ling searched through her bag for the room card: "Are you sure you're not unwell?"

"En," the man responded mildly.

Inside the tight and narrow space, the man watched Feng Ling through the reflection of the doors. Her head was lowered as she searched through her bag. Earlier, Li Nanheng had assumed that the effect of the drug he had taken wasn't so bad. However, right now, as he watched the woman's soft hair and her slightly gentle expression, he felt his condition worsening.

Feng Ling also noticed that something was definitely amiss. If it had been any other time, he would already have pressed up close and attempted to kiss or hug her. Even if he did not, he would never maintain this much distance between them.

The elevator wasn't very big. She stood close to the door, yet he pressed close to the back. It seemed like he had no intention of approaching whatsoever.

Finally, the elevator arrived on their floor. Feng Ling stepped out and as she unlocked the door, she turned back to glance at him. However, the man remained silent behind her. She entered the room and took off her shoes before turning to him again: "Li Nanheng."

The man had taken his coat off and tossed it aside. He turned back to look at her.

She checked that his expression and condition seemed right, before saying: "Don't you have a call to make? I'll return to the bedroom to wash up and change my medicine. You go ahead and busy yourself."

"All right. Be careful not to let your wounds come into contact with water."

It seemed like nothing was amiss.

Could it be that, because she had worn a red scarf today, her mood had also turned red today? Did she become like other women; responding to minor changes in a man's mood to come up with all sorts of scenarios?

That shouldn't be…

There was nothing different. However, she still felt that something was amiss.

She watched as the man headed into the study with his phone. Feng Ling then turned and went into the bedroom.

After taking a shower and changing her medication, around forty minutes passed. She did not hear any noise outside.

Feng Ling sat quietly in the room for a moment. She checked the messages Ji Nuan had sent her and wrote a reply. After they both confirmed each other's safety, she placed her phone aside.

After sitting for a moment longer, Feng Ling stood up to leave the bedroom. She saw that the study door was tightly shut, while the bedroom door remained ajar. This meant that he did not leave the study since he entered forty minutes ago.

Was he feeling unwell, or did he meet someone who left him unhappy today?

All right, since she was already his girlfriend, it wasn't right for her to leave him be.

Feng Ling thought through it and decided to enter the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and searched through it for a long moment. She recalled the light scent of alcohol on Li Nanheng and wondered if he had eaten anything tonight. Although she wasn't very good at cooking, she could still prepare something simple.

She decided to prepare a simple bowl of spring onion egg soup. It wasn't oily and it would warm up his stomach. It was suitable to be had at this time.

After preparing it, Feng Ling approached the study with the bowl in one hand. She lifted her other hand and knocked against the door gently.

There was no response. She considered the time. Li Nanheng had been inside for so long, his phone call had likely ended. She also could not hear him speaking. Was he asleep?

Feng Ling attempted to open the door and managed to do it without any problems. She entered the room with the bowl in her hands. However, the moment she lifted her eyes, she saw that the man was…

The scene before her eyes left Feng Ling thoroughly stunned. The bowl of soup in her hands also fell onto the ground. The burning hot soup spilled on the floor and her eyes were flustered. She did not dare to meet the man's dangerously dark eyes. She rushed back away while saying: "I didn't see anything, you go on…"