Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Su Zhilan's hand shook, and she tried to free herself, but Ji Nuan held it down.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Su Zhilan struggled to free herself from her grasp.

Ji Nuan still held her hand, her smile was cold and dark, and her voice was low and calm, and only she could hear her. "How can I let you go? I won't let you go until the person who killed the baby in my belly is brought to justice."

"Ji Nuan, you…"

"Do you think Su Xueyi has died so she can't say anything? Do you think you can press the police into closing the case as soon as possible when Mo Jingshen is in a coma? Do you think no one will suspect you, and you can continue to play the innocent Miss Su, a timid patient who can't stand any stimulation because of mania? Do you think you are safe?"

"Let go of me!"

"Su Zhilan, I'm a person who will seek revenge for the smallest grievances. Every wound you make on my body, I will pay you back ten times. I will never ever forgive you for stealing my baby even if I cut through your heart, stomach, and uterus. Don't think the Mo family won't suspect you, and no one will do anything to you as long as Mo Jingshen doesn't wake up."

Su Zhilan was still trying to get her hand out, but she had no idea where Ji Nuan got the strength to keep holding her wrist so hard that she could almost crush it.

Feng Ling didn't reach out to help, because she saw a woman furious at the loss of her baby.

Feng Ling had never seen Ji Nuan like this before.

It was not until Ji Nuan finally let go that Su Zhilan was able to free herself. She took a step back and looked at Ji Nuan's flat belly, her heart still fluttering with fear.

"What you said is just your suspicion." Su Zhilan calmed down and tried to stay away from Ji Nuan.

Just then, a policeman came out. When he saw Su Zhilan, he told her to go to the interrogation room to record a confession. Su Zhilan hesitated for a moment and then turned to look at Ji Nuan, who stared at her coldly and said nothing more.

It was snowing when they came out of the police station. Feng Ling whispered as she wrapped a scarf around Ji Nuan's neck and walked to the car with her. "Mrs. Mo, shall I tell the Base about this matter?"

"No, once the Mo family begins to investigate this matter, the Su family won't be able to get away with it. Mo Shaoze, as the president of Shine Group, can't be stupid. Once he knows Su Zhilan played a part in this plot, he would personally put pressure on the police."

"All right. Then let President Mo handle it. After all, Mr. Mo hasn't woken up yet, and President Mo has nowhere to vent.

…

When they returned to the hospital, Mo Jingshen was still in a coma, and his ward still did not allow anyone in.

It was dark, so Wan Zhu took Ji Nuan to the Mo family.

Again, there was a soup for Ji Nuan at dinner. Since her miscarriage, Ji Nuan had been drinking soup to supplement nourishments almost every day. Ji Nuan had a feeling that Wan Zhu was trying to find a trace of her son in the world in this way.

Wan Zhu didn't mention Mo Jingshen at all, but now the two words that everyone in this family was most afraid to hear were 'sleeping' and 'vegetable,' which were the results they feared most.

After dinner, Ji Nuan went back to the bedroom, closed the door, and went into the bathroom.

After the shower, she sat by the bed with Mo Jingshen's laptop and opened her email box, only to see the work emails from Mo Nuan Studio, but she didn't want to read them now. She stared at the words on the screen and raised her hand to touch the rose in the vase beside the bed.

The flowers were changed by the servants every day. Ji Nuan lived here with Mo Jingshen on the night of the Spring Festival, and she had seen roses in the same place.

What did she say back then?

When she celebrated her birthday in T City last time, the rose petals on the ground were ruined before she even touched them, which caused her to feel bad when she saw roses now.

She curled up in the bed, looked at the flowers, took a photo of them with her phone, and sent it to Mo Jingshen.

[The flowers in your room look so beautiful, but I haven't seen you for a month. I don't even know whether you are withering or blooming.]

Sometimes people may have a strong attachment, especially to those who they loved deeply.

No matter if the other party was living or dead, even if he had already become a pile of bones, you would feel at ease as long as you could see him.

But only twice in the whole month, she had glanced into his ward when doctors opened the door, and she saw him lying motionless in his white sickbed; his body covered with colored wires and tubes. He didn't open his eyes or even move his eyelashes.

In the blink of an eye, doctors closed the door, and she could no longer see him.

It had been a whole month.

As usual, Ji Nuan would call Mo Jingshen three times a day and send him a text message before sleep.

As time went by, she felt so lost. Sleeping like this, did he not want her anymore?

Why did he came into her life so forcefully, reversing her life, but now lay there so quietly, making her so scared?

…

It was snowing hard. After a few more snowfalls in Los Angeles in February, the winter would be over.

Ji Nuan sat alone on the steps of the hospital, wrapped in a white cashmere coat and her head covered with white snow. She hadn't moved much, and the snow hadn't melted. With a lot of snow on her head, from a distance, she looked like a snowman piled up on the steps.

Qin Siting walked out of the hospital, only to see this scene. He put one hand in his trouser pocket and stared at her for a long time before he went down. When he got to Ji Nuan's side, he swept the snow off her head and put his coat on her.

Ji Nuan didn't turn around but slightly titled her head. Seeing Qin Siting's leather shoes, she didn't move.

"He's been sleeping. What's the point of you coming here every day and waiting?" Qin Siting asked. "I think you'd better go back to Hai City. Your studio needs you, and the Ji family and Grandfather Mo also need your comfort."

Ji Nuan silently watched cars flashing through the road and said flatly, "Doctor Qin, didn't you also come here all the way from Hai City and stay here for so long? The focus of your family and career are both in Hai City, but you've been here recently. Aren't you also waiting?"

Qin Siting looked down at her, sighed, and smiled. After a moment, he sat down on the same steps with her and looked in the same direction.

After a long pause, he said, "Even I don't know when he'll wake up. If he doesn't wake up for a year, are you gonna wait here for a year? If he won't wake up for ten years, are you gonna wait for ten years?"

Ji Nuan didn't answer him but held her phone, reading the messages she had sent him.

She sent one message a day, and there had been a lot of unread messages.