Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"Mr. Mo, we'll send you back immediately. The doctor from the base is already waiting." Feng Ling quickly approached and was about to help Ji Nuan to support him.

However, Ji Nuan had managed to stand firm. She lowered her head to look at him and spoke clearly, "Mo Jingshen, if you dare to die, I'll bring the child in my stomach to marry into another family. Your child will call someone else 'Dad'!"

Feng Ling: "…" All of a sudden, she felt that it wasn't very appropriate for her to reach over and help support him.

The man who had collapsed on top of Ji Nuan suddenly chuckled. He leaned against her shoulder, laughing hoarsely. He was weak to the point where he could barely speak, yet he sounded threatening, "You dare?"

"If you dare to lose your life, I dare to marry someone else. If you don't believe me, go ahead and try it!" Ji Nuan resisted the sourness in her nose and embraced him tightly. She threw a look at Feng Ling, and both of them supported him onto the helicopter.

"I'll go call someone to send both you back immediately. Leave the cleaning up to us." Feng Ling helped Ji Nuan to lean Mo Jingshen against the seat and quickly stepped out.

Seeing the blood on Mo Jingshen's body, Ji Nuan was about to tear his shirt apart for a look. However, her hand was caught by the man and pulled downward.

Mo Jingshen sat in the soft chair catching his breath. He did not even turn back as he narrowed his eyes to say.

"What did you say earlier?"

"…"

"I haven't even died, and you're already thinking about remarrying?"

"…"

This was her first time seeing Mo Jingshen so seriously injured. In the past, she had never even seen him with headaches or colds. He suddenly appeared so weak; it really caused her to worry. She had only thought to threaten him to help him hold on.

The man abruptly watched her with murderous intent. "Who do you dare to marry?"

Ji Nuan pursed her lips. "The only way around it is for you to live. You have to live well and watch me every day. This way, I won't be able to run away."

Her heart was heavy with emotions she could not express.

With how seriously injured he was, her mood couldn't lift up. However, because she didn't want him to worry, she did her best to conceal her feelings.

Mo Jingshen slanted his head to the side to watch her and easily saw through the emotions she was trying to hide.

"I won't die." He raised his arm with some difficulty and ran his hand through her hair the way he was used to doing. "I'm yours. My life is also yours. I won't easily let go. Don't let your mind wander to ridiculous thoughts."

As he spoke, he leaned against the chair. He slowly released a breath and said, "Inform Feng Ling this, there's no need to rush to send us back. Focus on defusing the bomb first. Earlier, the landmines around us didn't explode. This means that the people from the base must have found the wire for the bomb and have already defused it. Most of the danger has been removed. Remember to account to the police clearly. There are still a lot of landmines around us. They have to be careful and avoid being too hasty…"

Ji Nuan listened seriously and nodded along. She would look for Feng Ling later and give her the message.

However, his voice was becoming softer, much softer.

At last, he was completely silent.

She glanced over to see that Mo Jingshen's eyes were shut. His complexion was pale, and he was covered in blood. However, even though he had already lost consciousness, he did not release his tight grip around her hand.

…

The frightening experience in the forest had finally ended. When the helicopter began flying, Mo Jingshen had already woken up.

Outside the cabin, it was raining. Although the rain wasn't especially large, it had a small effect. It slowed down the effect of the newly implanted landmines and gave them more time to remove and defuse the mines. All of Aqib's people, alive or dead, were captured.

"Have the children been sent back?" Ji Nuan asked.

No matter if it was Aqib's death or Dali's death, those astoundingly evil people could not be seen as human. And so, even though she had seen their last moments, there was barely any pity for them. At most, she only felt a little emotional. What truly weighed heavily in her heart was the innocent child who had passed away.

"Not yet. The base doctor will first help those children with their wounds before sending them back, to avoid frightening their parents," Feng Ling replied. "Six of the children have some surface injuries, while one received two gunshot wounds to his leg. The bullets went through his bones, and he most likely won't be able to walk again. As for the one caught in the explosion…"

Feng Ling faltered. She had experienced countless frightening missions and was used to life and death situations. However, it was still difficult to process that an innocent child had met with his demise. Especially because these children were all under the age of six, and were all innocent, clueless young children.

"The dead cannot be revived. We'll think of ways to comfort their parents; perhaps through money, or other methods."

"Then let's give them more money. If the base doesn't have enough, I can provide some as well. I should have enough to support these children until they grow up," Ji Nuan said.

Feng Ling glanced at her. Before she could speak, Ji Nuan abruptly heard the man resting quietly by her side release a low chuckle; it was extremely soft.

She turned to eye at Mo Jingshen. "Can't you close your eyes and rest properly? Why are you laughing?"

"XI base is Nan Heng's place. As the great arms dealer for both the white and black society in America, you can't possibly fathom how large his funds are. There's no need for you to offer your own money." Mo Jingshen's lips were slightly pale. His voice was low and heavy.

Nan Heng was not on the plane. Ji Nuan also wanted to find some topics to distract herself. Otherwise, if she kept looking at Mo Jingshen's wound, the pain in her heart would be difficult to bear.

"Since he is that great, why does it seem like he is constantly controlled by you? It seems to me that he completely doesn't dare to offend you." Ji Nuan moved close to Mo Jingshen's ear to whisper.

These words weren't meant for Feng Ling's ears. However, Feng Ling's hearing was especially good.

Mo Jingshen's brows moved slightly. He smiled lightly and did not say much.

Feng Ling, however, answered directly, "That's because Nan Heng had first mixed with the underworld in America. Today, he can work in both sides of society because Mr. Mo had initially led the way for his path into the legal world. Without Mr. Mo's help, this would have been difficult for him."

"What you mean is that, on the path of the underworld, no one can control Nan Heng. But when it comes to the legal society, Mo Jingshen is his true boss?"

Feng Ling's lips curved. "En, that's about it."

"Which means, Nan Heng is XI base's boss, and Mo Jingshen is Nan Heng's boss. And so, ultimately, XI base is Mo Jingshen?"

"That is one way to see it."

Ji Nuan suddenly appeared to understand everything. "No wonder that day when I was washing those socks, all of the people in the base had that sort of expression."

They had all known that she was Mrs. Mo. She was suddenly able to understand what they were feeling that day…

"Wash what socks?" Mo Jingshen's voice suddenly interrupted Ji Nuan and Feng Ling's conversation.

It wasn't the first time he had heard those words. Mo Jingshen's gaze directly landed on Ji Nuan's face.

Feng Ling: "…" She did not dare to say anything and could only shift her gaze toward Ji Nuan.

Ji Nuan wanted to borrow this incident to make a joke and ease her feelings. However, upon seeing the blood on the man's body, the scene of the body covered in blood felt very fresh in her mind.