Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

"You know that I couldn't control myself at that time, you know that I was under the influence of drugs and my mental state was not very good, and you know that Ji Mengran was behind it. You know everything!" She was not at all stimulated by his words but stared at his black eyes seriously and said firmly, "I haven't done anything against reason or violated my principles, except that I demanded to divorce you and done something unreasonable that really upset you. It's unfair for you to keep me away like this! I was and am your wife, Mo Jingshen! I am not going to agree to a divorce!"

She remained standing in front of the door without any intention of getting out of the way. Mo Jingshen looked at her in silence for a moment. Instead of wasting time to stand there with her, he turned to throw his suit back on the sofa. It was still raining outside, and only the sound of rain could be heard in the room.

"You can't re-live your life. Just take what happened in the past ten months as a dream. We should return to the very beginning." He was not in the mood to argue with her, nor to talk too much to her.

"How can I just take it as a dream? The man I love is right in front of me. If you hurt yourself, it hurts. If I pinch myself, it hurts too. You're right here. You're not a dream, nor am I." Ji Nuan looked at his cold and resolute back. "You are you, my husband! The man I love!"

"You better agree to divorce. If you are afraid that the Ji family will go bankrupt or your studio can't give you the life you want, I can transfer half of the Mo Corporation's shares to you. You can take it as…" He paused. "The last gift of that Mo Jingshen in the past ten months to you."

He said these words with his back to her. Ji Nuan couldn't see his face but could feel the indifference and coldness in his voice.

That Mo Jingshen in the past ten months

Look, how resolutely he disassociated himself from her.

He spoke as if that man was not him.

That really hurt, really.

Maybe because she was too angry or too sad, Ji Nuan lifted her finger and wiped the corners of her eyes.

She braced herself up and said, "I will never divorce you. It's getting late; I don't want to keep talking about this topic. I'm hungry. You haven't eaten since you got back from work, have you? Let's have dinner, okay?"

"You eat. I'm not hungry."

"How could you not be hungry? You always forget to eat and sleep when you are busy at work. You can't skip a meal just because I'm here. I just bought some food and fruit in the small supermarket downstairs. It's raining outside, and we can't get out anyway. Why don't we just cook some food at home?"

He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, giving his back and not looking at her. "Whatever."

Then he went straight to his study.

Ji Nuan pursed her lips and stood in the living room, looking at the door of the study as he closed it.

She bought all sorts of ingredients here, probably subconsciously thinking he would make them for her.

But now, it seemed that he would only cook for her in her dreams.

Why had she been so naive as to think he would roll up his sleeves and go into the kitchen to cook for her? Perhaps life hadn't hit her hard enough to let her face the brutal reality. How could she still have impractical fantasies of him?

But she was glad that he hadn't gone, that he hadn't really left her here alone.

She should be contented.

Ji Nuan comforted herself, and then went into the kitchen alone, washing her hands and the ingredients, and preparing food.

She certainly wouldn't starve herself to death even if she couldn't eat the dinner he made. Although her culinary skills were worse than his, the food she made was edible. When she was in Cambodia, the men of the XI base all enjoyed the food she made.

Soon Ji Nuan cooked two bowls of noodles. After all, it was too late to make anything elaborate, and it was the fastest to cook noodles.

After cooking the noodles, she arranged the chopped green onion, coriander, egg, and other seasonings on top of one of the bowls into the lovely shape of a heart, took the bowl to the study, gently knocked on the door, and went in.

Mo Jingshen was reading work emails. Not disturbing him, Ji Nuan walked over and placed the bowl about twenty centimeters away from his hand. Then she looked at his cold, silent face as he worked and said in a low voice, "I cooked some noodles for you."

The man didn't respond, but she knew he heard.

Without another word, she turned and walked out, closing the study door softly behind her.

Without any company, she ate alone.

She quickly ate her bowl of noodles and then went to clean up the kitchen and the refrigerator. She ate some fruit and put the rest of the fruit into a plate, which was saved for him. After all, it wasn't convenient to go in to disturb him now.

After the shower, Ji Nuan found a book to read. He remained in the study, and she just read quietly on the sofa in the living room.

They used to enjoy such a peaceful life, in Ao Lan International, in the Yu Garden, and in T City, not so long ago.

One life, two persons, three meals, four seasons.

In fact, it was the greatest happiness to live this kind of simplest and purest life.

It was getting late, and the rain outside had stopped. It didn't rain much in spring, but she felt lucky that it rained tonight. When she needed an excuse to stay here, the rain was falling, and when it was late at night, the rain stopped, no longer making noise.

It was past twelve o'clock in the night, and the living room lights had been turned off. Only a floor lamp by the side of the sofa was still on, and light poured over her body from overhead. Ji Nuan turned the page of the book in her hand and looked at the door of the study.

She brought dinner to him at about eight o'clock. Now, if she went in to get the bowl at this time, it should be reasonable, and she wouldn't disturb him, would she?

She put down her book, got up from the sofa, and went to the door. Then she put her ear to the door and listened inside.

Had he finished his work is currently resting in his study, or was he still busy at work?

There was no bed but only a couch in the study, and he couldn't have planned to sleep there again because she was there, could he?

It was not like there was only one bedroom here. He shouldn't have to do that.

Ji Nuan softly pushed the door open and saw that the light in the study was still on. He was still reading emails in front of the computer. He did not respond after hearing the door opening.

"Why won't you go to sleep?" Ji Nuan asked in a low voice.

Knowing that he would just ignore her question, Ji Nuan didn't wait for his answer but glanced at the table, only to find that he hadn't eaten the bowl of noodles she had brought in a few hours ago.

There was not even a change in the heart-shaped seasoning she had arranged.