Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1140: The Story of Ling and Heng (403)

Feng Ling stared at his back before turning to the breakfast he placed on the table. She was surprised for a moment before asking: "How do you know I didn't eat anything last night?"

Li Nanheng did not answer as he brought the takeaway boxes out from the bags.

He naturally knew.

Last night, Feng Ling wasn't aware that he was in attendance, but he had watched as she sat in the Orchid Lounge with Ji Nuan. There were only fruits and snacks there. She did not enjoy eating snacks and only nibbled on some. Even after she headed back to the hotel, she did not have dinner.

She approached and saw that there was a spread of the dishes she usually preferred. The nameless fire that had been suppressed in her heart for the entire night strangely weakened.

"What are you standing there for? Come and eat." Li Nanheng glanced at her.

Feng Ling sat down and picked up the cutleries. "Did you come specially to apologize?"

Li Nanheng glanced at her and noticed the obvious hickeys he had left on her neck last night. He chuckled heavily. "I slept with my own wife, what is there to apologize for? Besides, I haven't settled my debt with you. Back then, on Roger's Mountain, it seems like I had already pressed you down on the bed. Your lips sure are tight. After so many years, you've never been honest with me."

Feng Ling's hands paused. She abruptly lifted her eyes to look at him and slammed the chopsticks onto the table.

Looking at her unhappy appearance, Li Nanheng's gaze paused on her: "What is it? Did I bully your temper out?"

"First of all, the incident on Roger's Mountain happened because Fattie fed you alcohol. You completely forgot about it the next day and I could only admit defeat. I didn't want to have to tangle up with you ceaselessly over that! Second of all, Li Nanheng, I'm not your wife! Why do you keep calling me your wife, your wife! This makes it easy for me to remember the news I saw three years ago! You said it was a misunderstanding, but in the end, you still didn't explain it to me! After last night, I completely admit defeat, but you…"

Before she could finish speaking, a freshly peeled, boiled egg was stuffed into her mouth.

Feng Ling: "…"

She plucked it out of her mouth and glared at him: "Li Nanheng, you won't even let me speak?"

Li Nanheng chuckled as he reached for the other egg. He peeled it as he spoke: "How is this admitting defeat? You've clearly reversed the roles. When you speak to your boss, does your tone always carry a gun, a baton, and anger with it?"

Feng Ling fell silent: "…"

"Eat first. After you've eaten and regained your strength, listen to me." Li Nanheng placed the second peeled egg into her bowl.

Feng Ling glanced at him and felt that if she didn't continue eating, he would continue peeling more eggs. She could only lower her head to bite into the egg.

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After breakfast, Feng Ling was about to stand when the man abruptly grabbed one of the chairs and pushed it before her. He then sat down just like that in front of her.

The man's legs were long. He sat before her and casually stretched his legs out, blocking her path. She was completely trapped.

"Repeat your words from earlier," the man spoke.

Feng Ling watched him for a moment before saying: "At the time, I didn't plan on bringing up the incident on the mountain. It's fine that you didn't recall it, and it's fine now that you recall it. To me, there's no value in bringing it up repeatedly."

Li Nanheng's expression instantly turned stern. "You mean to say that this old man slept with you back then, yet you were generous enough not to demand for me to take responsibility?"

"You weren't conscious at the time."

Li Nanheng's eyes immediately turned slightly cold. He was clearly dissatisfied: "Unconscious? If the person who was injured and unconscious at the time were someone else, and you were unable to push him aside, and you met with the same treatment, would you also have left the incident behind?"

Feng Ling: "…"

Of course not. If it had been anyone else, the moment they touched her, she would have left them dead in a pool of blood.

"Continue," the man spoke coldly.

She was the one who was supposed to be angry. However, Li Nanheng's expression was instead strangely angered. Feng Ling watched him for a moment before speaking: "Also, what exactly was that news about you getting married three years ago? Regardless of whether you were married or not, I can't be your wife. Right now, as you call me 'wife' over and over again, aren't you slapping me in the face? The sound of that word leaves me in discomfort. Can you stop calling me that?"

Li Nanheng sat before her and watched her meaningfully: "What else?"

"…what else?"

"I saw that your anger wasn't light. You ran away before it was even daylight. Don't tell me you ran away because of such small matters?"

"How is that not sufficient? My bottom line is right here. I just want to know if the man who treated me like that last night is actually married or not…"

The man suddenly chuckled. He reached up and pinched her cheek. Feng Ling felt the pain from his pinch and stared at him without comprehension: "Li Nanheng, what are you doing. I'm not fighting with you. I'm discussing with you rationally…"

However, before she could speak, he suddenly reached out and lifted her into his arms. At the same time, he seemed to find that this was insufficient. He leaned down and kissed her thoroughly. She just had breakfast and had yet to wash up, but he didn't seem to mind the lingering taste of the egg and milk. He held her struggling hands and feet down and kissed her thoroughly for a long moment. He then carried her and turned to head for the bedroom.

"What are you doing, it's daytime now, don't mess about…" Feng Ling caught the hint of possessiveness in the man's eyes. She was in disbelief. It had only been a few hours, and it was early in the morning. This beast had actually borrowed the excuse of delivering food to legitimize what he did to her.

However, the man was completely mindless of her resistance. He pressed her down on the small sofa in the bedroom. Even though the bed was only several meters away, he did not turn to it. As he leaned down, he held her waist tightly and pressed her close. Feng Ling suspected that the drug effect from last night had yet to fade, and it had suddenly spiked in the middle of their conversation.

She was about to bite him when the man avoided her lips. He leaned close to her ear to whisper: "Do you want to know why I keep calling you my wife?"

It was that word again. Feng Ling could not escape his arms. She lifted her fist to hit his shoulder. "Don't call me that… uu."

The man lowered his head to kiss her until her body softened. He caressed her soft hair and whispered against her lips. "You've owed me a wedding night for three years. Did you think those few hours from last night would be able to settle the debt?"