Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 955: The Story of Ling and Heng (218)

"Haven't I said this before? Don't come and look for me without a good reason," Li Nanheng spoke. His voice was cold and distant.

Feng Mingzhu's gaze shifted away from Feng Ling. She turned to Li Nanheng: "Nanheng, my father and grandfather would like to see you."

After persisting for so long, it was all for naught. She really could not accept this. Even if she had to call for help, she couldn't bring herself to give up so easily.

However, the man's response was only two emotionless words: "No thanks."

Feng Mingzhu stared at him in disbelief: "You've rejected the Feng family over and over again, and even used my sister's cenotaph as a reason to push me away. Right now, they've only requested to have a meal with you. The Feng family has also participated in the matter of the death of the commander. You can't be like this."

Li Nanheng's expression was indifferent and without any hesitation: "Ask them to go look for those old ones in the Li family. With the elders around, what need is there for me to show my face?"

"But…"

Li Nanheng turned back and reached out to pick up the neatly arranged things with one hand. He then held Feng Ling's hand with his free hand and tugged her along to walk past Feng Mingzhu. They headed straight for the condo building.

The tall and large black Hummer reflected the sunlight. Feng Mengzhu stood on one end watching them. The man was gentlemanly and naturally held hands with Feng Ling. The both of them were carrying a lot of bags; it seemed like those were the spoils of their long day out.

Even though they were both men, the sight of them was painful to Feng Mingzhu's eyes.

Feng Ling had such a small figure, and was treated in this manner by Li Nanheng…

What on earth did this mean?

Was he actually a boy or a girl?

All of a sudden, Feng Mingzhu couldn't help but recall the story of Mulan her grandfather used to tell her. Although the story of a girl dressing up as a boy was purely fiction, in this great, big world, everything was possible.

Either Feng Ling was a girl, or Li Nanheng preferred men.

But Li Nanheng had never shown any problems with his sexuality. This meant that the greatest likelihood lay in Feng Ling being a girl.

Feng Mingzhu stared at the sky for a long moment before furrowing her brows. She suddenly picked up her phone and made a call.

——

The two walked quite a distance and entered the condo building. They stepped into the elevator.

It was quiet in the elevator. Feng Ling glanced at the things she was holding before turning to the changing numbers displayed above. She seemed to be caught up in her thoughts.

The man's low, heavy voice broke the slightly awkward silence: "Not happy?"

Feng Ling returned to herself. She turned her gaze back and answered softly: "No."

He said lightly: "You don't like Feng Mingzhu."

She immediately glanced at him as though he had said something funny. "Am I supposed to like her?"

"It doesn't matter to me whether or not you like her, but there should be a reason for your hatred of someone."

Li Nanheng really wasn't the type to take things too seriously. He wasn't too bothered by Feng Mingzhu, nor did he like it when women ranted endlessly about the things they resented to him.

However, he also didn't really like the way Feng Ling always kept silent without saying or explaining anything. She never held any resentment against him, but he wished she would occasionally share about how she genuinely felt. Why couldn't she learn to be more like other women, nagging and talking endlessly.

Feng Ling did not explain. She continued watching the changing numbers in silence.

It was true that there were things she wanted to ask about Feng Mingzhu. For example, if they weren't engaged, why did Feng Mingzhu tell everyone she was his fiancee? She was the great Feng family's eldest daughter. If there wasn't a proper reason, it didn't make sense for her to be spreading false rumours.

However, even though she wanted to ask, she did not know how to do so.

The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and the two of them headed out. Li Nanheng went to unlock the door while Feng Ling followed behind him. She deliberated it for a while and decided to pick the easiest way to ask. "Boss, have you known Miss Feng for a really long time?"

"En. We met each other when we were young."

"It seems like she really likes you."

She had heard some of their past conversations and had seen Feng Mingzhu's unwillingness to let go. It wasn't difficult to tell that she was head over heels for him.

For a young lady of an influential family to be so infatuated with him, it could be seen that something really romantic or beyond her comprehension had happened between the two of them.

Li Nanheng glanced at her before entering the room. He placed the things down and did not speak.

Feng Ling followed suit and suddenly did not feel like speaking any further.

Seeing her silent back view, Li Nanheng spoke softly and indifferently: "The Li family and Feng family are influential families. Although we've known each other since young, the number of times we've met can be counted with one hand. The sum of the time we've spent together probably adds up to less than a few hours. It isn't even enough for me to hold you to sleep."

Feng Ling paused in her footsteps.

The man then continued methodically: "She wants to marry me, but it doesn't mean I reciprocate those feelings. This sort of trouble stirred from nothing will surely come up again. There's no need to listen to anything she says. In the best case scenario, you won't even see her again."

Feng Ling: "…En, after I return to the base, I probably won't have any opportunity to see her again."

"En."

She shifted her feet and deliberated over it before asking. "Boss, previously, the Li family's elders said that even though they won't pursue the matter any further, they will still deliver the punishment. Has it been decided? What sort of punishment will I be given?"

"The mission will only be worse than guarding Roger's Pass. It won't be easy. Wait patiently. Are you in that much of a rush for a punishment?"

It took Feng Ling some time to react. She asked dumbly, "Will I be sent to infiltrate a terrorist's camp for ambush?"

The man sat on the sofa and held his phone with his well-defined joints. He glanced at the news he just received and lifted his head to watch her mildly. "Not to that extent. Your character is too straightforward and you're not cunning enough to be a spy. Don't even pin any hope on it."

Hearing his tone, Feng Ling understood that he already knew what her punishment would be.

As long as they weren't sending her out to be a spy, she was fine with anything.

Nightfall.

Feng Ling didn't have much to do. She headed to the kitchen and prepared two bowls of noodles. Although she didn't know how to prepare much else, she could still cook a bowl of noodles. Even if the taste was somewhat lacking, it was still edible.

She brought the prepared noodles into the study.

Coincidentally, Li Nanheng had stood up to answer a call. He turned back to see her and noticed the bowl of noodles she was holding. He indicated for her to place it down on the table with his eyes.

When Feng Ling entered to place it down, the man had already stepped out to answer his call.

She lowered her head and glanced at the computer and documents on the desk. Li Nanheng's signature was on the bottom of several English documents.