Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Ji Nuan immediately froze where she stood.

The well-crafted, Italian handmade shoes smacked against the floor steadily with force. However, to Ji Nuan's ears, this sound was an ominous signal.

She had just arranged her expression to show a perfect smile when she felt a slightly cold hand land on her shoulder.

"Your hands; stretch them out," Mo Jingshen calmly said.

"…" Ji Nuan stared at him without moving.

The man's expression gradually turned cold. After staring at her for a long while, he suddenly released a light, cold chuckle. "Did you think you would be able to hide it for long?"

Ji Nuan sighed loudly in her heart.

She really did not wish to tell him about the small accident that had occurred due to her own carelessness. It was too embarrassing.

Her feet subconsciously took another step back. She was about to use the opportunity to head in first when she saw Auntie Chen by the door.

"Come here." Mo Jingshen's voice became heavy.

Ji Nuan was helpless and could only droop her head as she approached. Mo Jingshen lowered his eyes to look at her.

She paused, noticing that Feng Ling was still outside the Yu Garden's door. She suspected that there was truly no way she could continue hiding this, and could only stretch both her hands out from behind her back.

Mo Jingshen lowered his eyes to see her bandaged palms and her slightly reddened and swollen fingers. He immediately held her wrists and strode into the villa. Auntie Chen saw his heavy and cold expression and did not dare to approach and speak. Just like this, Ji Nuan was brought upstairs into the room.

"These are just some superficial wounds. I didn't want to make you worry, so I asked Feng Ling to keep quiet about it. I've already had it checked in the hospital. It'll be fine as long as I don't touch water for the next few days. Don't be angr…" Ji Nuan knew that Mo Jingshen was clearly displaying the calm before the storm, and could not give up the opportunity to soothe his anger. She kept trying to explain herself.

Mo Jingshen did not reply. He opened the main bedroom door and brought her in. "Go in. My mood is bad right now. Don't make me repeat myself."

All the words Ji Nuan wanted to say were immediately blocked. She could only enter obediently.

The moment the door was closed, she turned back to see that Mo Jingshen's expression was rather unkind.

"Explain," he coldly spat out this word.

"First, promise you won't blame Feng Ling. She's very diligent. It's all because of my own carelessness. I was also the one who stopped her from telling you," Ji Nuan said helplessly.

Mo Jingshen took off his coat and threw it aside. His actions could not be considered as gentle as he unbuttoned his collar. He told Ji Nuan heavily, "Don't rush to cover someone else's wrongdoings. Since you made her hide this from me, explain yourself well. How did your hands get wounded when you only spent less than ten hours in the studio?"

Ji Nuan could only honestly repeat in detail everything that happened today. When the man heard about the dismembered doll dressed in a wedding gown, his increasingly icy gaze made her rush onto the explanation about how Feng Ling brought her to the hospital. She told him about how Qin Siting cleaned and bandaged her wounds.

The point of it was to let him know Feng Ling had already done her utmost to aid her, to prevent this small issue from drawing his anger onto Feng Ling.

"The origin of the package, have you investigated it?" The tension in Mo Jingshen's tone eased, but rather than saying it 'eased,' it would be more accurate to say that it hid an unexplainable danger. "Feng Ling sure is obedient to you right now; she even dares to hide such a thing from me. It looks like I should find a new person to stay by your side."

"Don't! You really can't blame her. She knew I would be coming home anyway and that you would find out about it. I only made her hide it for a few hours. After all, you have to work in the day. I didn't want to distract you."

Seeing that Ji Nuan was desperate to protect Feng Ling and that she was considerate of his work but had failed to pay much attention to her own safety, Mo Jingshen appeared to smile. However, Ji Nuan could not tell if he was actually smiling or if it was a cold smile.

She could only hear a hint of a smile from his tone, but his smile caused her to worry if Feng Ling would be punished because of this incident.

"Worry about yourself first." Mo Jingshen looked at her, his tone cold.

Ji Nuan faltered and could only say, "It was an international package. I found out it was sent from America, but the personal details of the sender have been hidden."

"Where is the receipt?"

"I took a picture of it. It's in my phone gallery."

Mo Jingshen took her phone, opened it, and sent that picture to his phone.

"Go sit down first." Mo Jingshen glanced at her.

Ji Nuan saw his expression and felt that it was better not to offend him. She obediently headed to the bed to sit down.

Seeing that she had done as she was told, Mo Jingshen's expression finally became warmer. He closed the door and headed out.

—-

Half an hour later, Shen Mu returned a call to Mo Jingshen. "CEO Mo, I've checked it. The delivery number for this international package has been deliberately hidden by someone. They likely paid a large sum of money to the Los Angeles branch. Normally, things delivered from America do not go through stringent regulations. With the added interference, it was thus able to enter the country smoothly."

"Since it was hidden by someone, that means that it can be further investigated," Mo Jingshen coldly stated.

"Yes, I've contacted the Los Angeles side. After tracking it down, they were only able to discover the sender's surname."

"What is it?"

"Su."

After hearing this, Mo Jingshen's calm eyes abruptly turned cold under the lights.

——

Even though her hands were wounded, she still gained some benefits.

For example, Qin Siting had instructed her to avoid moving her hands too much. She also could not touch water for five days.

So when Ji Nuan was eating, Auntie Chen had to send the prepared dinner upstairs. She sat by the desk while Mo Jingshen personally fed her.

"Open your mouth."

"Ah."

"Open your mouth."

"Ah…"

Seeing her smiling with her eyes while she ate, as though she was pleased to be fed by him despite her wounded hands, Mo Jingshen tossed the chopsticks on the table and fed her a mouthful of soup.

Ji Nuan pursed her lips to sip the soup. She took a glance at Mo Jingshen's serious disposition as he fed her. He seemed worried that she would burn herself; when she drank the soup, he kept his eyes fixed on her lips. He had already blown on it, and it was no longer hot, but he remained ridiculously careful.

Ji Nuan smiled and almost released her laughter. She sat by the side table with both hands on her lap like an obedient little student as she received Boss Mo's feeding.

"Still smiling? They didn't put a bomb in the package to disable your hands, did they?" Mo Jingshen stuffed another mouthful of soup in her lips.

"I just felt especially happy being fed by you. With a husband to dote on her, who wouldn't be happy?" Ji Nuan's mood was especially good.

Mo Jingshen sneered and did not speak. He continued feeding her.