Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 730: Mo Jingshen, the Gangster Dressed in Refined Clothes, Had Already Begun to Remove His Coat and Loosen His Tie

She had never seen Mo Jingshen accompany his family and relatives with so much patience.

Back when they were at Hai City's Mo home, when faced with the group of friends and relatives who were only interested in holding onto the Mo family's big thigh, Mo Jingshen always maintained a lukewarm and distant demeanor. Everyone must have assumed he disliked interacting with the Mo family's friends and relatives.

However, from the way things appeared right now, Mo Jingshen was simply refusing to indulge in those relatives who had hidden intentions.

Right now, these elders were only here to support Elder Mo and Mo Jingshen gave them sufficient face. He even patiently accompanied these old people to play mahjong as an after-meal entertainment.

Or perhaps it was because Mo Jingshen, who was typically swamped with work, finally had the time to leisurely relax. Although he occasionally returned to Shine Group, he would only attend a few important meetings. Most of the time, he still prioritised keeping her company.

Mo Jingshen could see that Ji Nuan, who was standing by the side to watch, was overcome with boredom. He reached for a mahjong tile and continued fixing his gaze on her.

Ji Nuan shook her head again. There was nothing much she could do while watching them play and she was considering if she should help the helpers with serving the tea. However, earlier, when she had thought to do so, Mrs. Wan Zhu had glared at her once. Her meaning was that there was no need for Ji Nuan to do these things, and that she should rest properly.

Mo Jingshen saw that Ji Nuan was still standing there. He narrowed his eyes and tossed the tile in his hand away.

Ji Nuan noticed that Mo Jingshen planned to stand up to accompany her after this round of game was over. She did not wish to ruin their fun and finally chose to sit down by his side.

The man finally then leaned back calmly against the backrest. He indicated for Ji Nuan to choose a mahjong tile for him.

Ji Nuan was after all Mo Jingshen's wife, and the table was surrounded by elders. When the elders noticed the little couple's comfortable actions, they only smiled and did not express any dissatisfaction or objection. They nagged with their mouths: "Spit spit, it sure is good to be young…"

Ji Nuan reached her hand out under everyone's eyes. In fact, her mahjong skills were very ordinary. The last time she played it was in Jing City. At the time, she had only managed to win a few rounds with Xiao Luye's help. Just how much did Mo Jingshen trusted her? He even allowed someone with her skills to help him choose a tile.

After choosing a tile, she held it in her hand for a long time. However, no matter how she felt it, she could not sense what sort of tile she had picked. She could only obediently place it in his hands.

"Look at how calm and composed he is as he lets his wife choose his tile. It seems like Jing Shen will win this round. No matter what she picks, he'll definitely win." The person speaking was the elder sitting across them.

Ji Nuan felt her cheeks burning. Typically, she did not mind Mo Jingshen's advances. However, in front of these old people and relatives, Ji Nuan felt that the slightest bit of affection would cause her cheek to turn red. Even the tile in her hands began to warm up.

She quickly stuffed the tile into Mo Jingshen's hand and shifted her face away in embarrassment.

Mo Jingshen's finger rubbed past the surface of the tile once. Without much expression, he pushed his tiles down.

Flowers blooming on the pole. [1. This is the name of a specific arrangement of tiles.]

Everyone seated was flabbergasted.

"It seems like this wife really brings you a lot of luck." The elderly people seated around the table began spouting nonsense again.

Ji Nuan's cheeks were red to the point where she desperately wished for a hole she could crawl into.

At midnight, everyone finally returned to their rooms to rest. Ji Nuan's cheeks were still flushed from the various elders' teasing. The main problem was that these old people had already seen all sorts of worldly affairs. After playing mahjong and drinking tea, when they couldn't fall asleep, they enjoyed chatting about the young people. They had even brought up when Ji Nuan finally had a child, who would get to be her child's godfather, and the ranking of said godfathers…

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Ji Nuan felt that there were still some lingering, unresolved side-effects from her brain injury.

Otherwise, with her careful and disciplined character, how could it be that she had become so absentminded after her bout of illness?

For example, two nights before they planned to return to Hai City, Shine Group organized an evening party. Even without bringing up her position in MN Group, as the publicly acknowledged Mrs. Mo, she had the responsibility to participate in the event.

No matter if it was in Los Angeles's Mo home's bedroom, or in Shine Group's CEO office's break room, in those sufficiently spacious rooms, she was often flipping through shelves and cabinets to look for the things she had misplaced.

It was almost December. Although this wasn't Shine Group's end-of-year reception, Mo Jingshen's relatives would still be attending. This event was naturally important.

"Mo Jingshen, did you see the white shawl I bought a few days ago?" Ji Nuan searched through the closet in the breakroom while yelling toward Mo Jingshen who was outside. "I placed it in the break room right after I bought it. How did it go missing?!"

"How would I know?" The well-dressed CEO Mo glanced at his watch. There was still half an hour before the evening party began. "There's no rush. Take your time to look."

"There's barely anytime!" Clattering noises came from the room. Mo Jingshen immediately thought that Ji Nuan was trying to rip the closet door out.

There was more than enough time. It would only take them five minutes to get to the party venue by car. These twenty plus minutes were sufficient for Ji Nuan to continue looking.

The only problem was that she had already searched for the shawl for more than any hour.

"Can't you use a different one?" He watched as she ran toward the spare bedroom. She seemed to have thought of something as she paused for a moment before approaching.

When Ji Nuan opened the spare bedroom closet, she found that it appeared both empty and full.

One the left side, there was a neat row of men's suits and dress shirts.

On the other side was a fur-lined coat with delicately crafted copper buttons.

It was accompanied by a cane and a wide-brim hat.

It was somewhat familiar.

Wasn't this the outfit Mo Jingshen wore that day when he was dressed as a business mogul in the photography studio?

She heard the sound of the man's footsteps and the door being closed behind her. She turned back and met his deep, black eyes.

"Mr. Mo, do you want to explain this?" She thought he had a difficult-to-explain interest in this sort of thing and could not help but shift her gaze toward the closet intentionally.

However, the man was unruffled. "I ordered a brand new set to be made according to that piece. The quality of the clothes there are too poor."

Not only was he unruffled, he also added casually, "Don't you like it very much?"

"…" His retort left Ji Nuan speechless. She stared at the man's unbelievably composed expression and recalled her own infatuated expression from that day. She pursed her lips subconsciously.

She then glanced toward the closet once more. When she shifted her eyes back, Mo Jingshen, the gangster dressed in refined clothes, had already removed his coat. He began to loosen his tie.