Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Under Mo Jingshen's stare, she clutched the towel. Not dodging his stare, she looked into his eyes. "Are you awake? Or…"

"If I didn't wake up, what were you going to do to me after bringing me back?" His eyes were deep and cold. "Or do you think you can solve some problem by bringing me back like this?"

Ji Nuan knew that the problem between them could not be solved.

The feeling that their love had gone with the wind made her cold all over when facing him.

Today, he was not only the CEO Mo who once overawed the business circle but also the global president of Shine Group who shocked and frightened the whole western financial world. His ruthlessness and cruelty were hidden beneath his cool and calm exterior.

Ji Nuan gazed at his face that was handsome yet revealed the cruelty and condescendence peculiar to people in high places. This was a face she missed terribly yet instinctively feared.

She still missed this man, but now he was so strange to her.

He was clearly drunk, but his stare was cold and sharp like a cold blade cutting her flesh and blood.

Ji Nuan paused and asked, "When did you wake up? Or you were not drunk at all?"

He leaned against the sofa with no intention to get up, or maybe he was a little drunk and didn't want to get up. He looked at her and smiled, but his smile was chilly, and his tone was scornful. "If I weren't drunk, how could I allow you to sit on the driver's seat?"

"I drove you back because Shen Mu said his girlfriend's belly ached, which could be very serious. He was in a hurry to get back, so he gave me the key," Ji Nuan said calmly. "I happened to be in that clubhouse and didn't drink, so I drove you back."

Mo Jingshen smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes as if he had seen through her purpose at a glance.

His eyes were too cold and sharp.

Ji Nuan couldn't utter a single word under his stare.

His refusal and what he did to her these days aroused her psychological rebellion. With her usual temper, she could not bear such treatment. If it were before, she would have walked away in anger.

But Mo Jingshen had been treating her so nicely that she couldn't be angry at him. Besides, she really missed him.

Under his stare, Ji Nuan instinctively avoided making eye contact with him. She entered the kitchen. "The water is boiling. I'll make you a hangover soup."

With that, she hurried into the kitchen, quickly picked up a glass to pour water, then put the medicine into the glass and shook it gently. Then she went out with the glass and set it on the end table as if she couldn't feel how hot it was.

He sat there and looked at her fingers, which were instantly scalded to red. He looked at the skin on the back of her hand, which was still slightly redder than it had been before, and though there were still some signs of burns from Cambodia. It was certainly a lot lighter than it had been a few months ago.

He looked in silence, and she didn't speak either. They remained silent for quite a while before Ji Nuan pointed to the glass on the table. "Drink some when it's hot. It will work better. Shen Mu said you drank a lot tonight. You might have a stomachache or a headache. You'll feel better after drinking it."

Mo Jingshen was expressionless, as if he was not interested in the water she served.

Or he was guarding against her…

Why? Was he afraid she would drug him?

Ji Nuan looked into his eyes. "Do you hate me so much now?"

"Obviously."

She paused and said flatly, "Last time Xia Tian and I were shopping, I saw you were together with An Shuyan. Were you accompanying her shopping? Or something else…"

Hearing her words, the man coldly narrowed his eyes. "What kind of answer would you like to hear?"

Ji Nuan's lips twitched. Mo Jingshen allowed no misunderstanding between them before.

Whenever there was something that would make her misunderstand, he would give her a reasonable explanation as fast as he could to make her at ease and not let her entertain wild thoughts.

She wanted to ask where that Mo Jingshen she remembered had gone.

The words had come to the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't speak them out.

Under his cold stare, Ji Nuan, who had been standing behind the end table for a long time, said, "I don't know whether you dislike me or are guarding against me now, or… something else… but from the very beginning, I just wanted to live my life and never wanted to attach myself to anyone. You remember what happened in the past. Then you should know that my feelings and what I did to you are real and pure, just as your feelings to me. I…"

Before she finished her words, she heard the man chuckle.

It was a sneering chuckle that came from his chest. It was very light, but she heard it.

He got up, walked around the end table and the hangover soup on it, and approached her. When she smelled his refreshing and clean scent mixed with the smell of wine, all her pores shrank by his sudden proximity. She raised her eyes to him, and the man bent over her at the same time, his breath close enough to rest on the skin of her cheek. "Pure? Don't you feel ashamed to mention this word to me?"

Not overpowered by him, Ji Nuan looked up at him with a stubborn yet earnest look. "Of course, I don't! I just learned how to cherish and how to avoid all harm and live my life. I'm not ashamed of speaking this word to anyone. Including you, Mo Jingshen! My feelings for you are pure enough. You can choose not to believe my love for you, but you can't deny me completely!"

She stared at him. "I can't give up the man I loved so much! I won't blame a man who would die for me even if you put a knife right in my body! After all, you had felt a million times more pain than I have. The marriage is mine, the man is mine, and the home is also what I want to guard! You have no right to make me give up."

Mo Jingshen raised her chin, his voice low and gentle. "So persistent? So affectionate?"

Ji Nuan saw a strong mockery in his eyes, his eyes dark and deep as always, his voice gentle and low.

But she looked up at his cold face and could capture no other emotion except indifference.

Ji Nuan looked away from him, not wanting to be stung by his stare. She walked away from him and bent down to pick up the glass from the end table. "The soup is no longer hot. Please drink it."