Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? - Chapter 163

Chapter 163: If Ji Nuan Were to See This, I Wonder If a Bottle of Vinegar Will be Spilled

“Let me taste it?” Mo Jingshen approached.

Ji Nuan pushed the other bowl of noodles toward him, indicating for him to try it. The man reached over and pressed her hand down, leaning down to kiss her lips still stained with soup.

Ji Nuan: “…”

After wiping the taste of soup off of her lips, he released her and calmly judged. “It’s all right. The soup is fragrant and delicious. It’s well-made.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

This man had to take advantage of her even while eating a bowl of noodles.

—-

In the middle of the night, Ji Nuan tugged aside her blankets to move off the bed. She had just moved and was immediately stuffed back into the sheets.

Ji Nuan frantically said, “I’m dead tired…”

Her soup was not made with those sorts of medicine, but she was still pressed down by Mo Jingshen for an entire night. After clinging onto one another for the night, her face was bright red. She thought to get up to drink some water.

However, Mo Jingshen easily pulled her back. Ji Nuan’s entire body was jelly-soft right now. She shrunk under his body and stopped moving.

“Really tired?” He kissed her lips.

“En… There is still work to be done in the studio tomorrow. You have to leave me with energy to get up in the morning…” Ji Nuan tone carried some resentment and anger.

The man gently rubbed her head and carried her to shower. He then stuffed her back into the sheets and headed into the study.

Ji Nuan did not question his purpose for heading there so late in the night. She was too worn out, and after turning over, she hugged the sheets and fell asleep.

Nearing sunrise, she abruptly jerked awake. As she stretched her hand to the side, she felt the cold sheets. Mo Jingshen did not return to the bedroom to sleep. She glanced toward the study; there was still light seeping through the door gap.

——

Two days later, it was Nanheng’s birthday. Coincidentally, he had also just returned from America.

Mo Jingshen had informed Ji Nuan early in a phone call that he would pick her up before heading to Zi Jing Cheng Nightclub.

These few days, the studio had to receive representatives from several large property companies who had come for negotiations. Ji Nuan knew where Zi Jing Cheng Club was located and did not let Mo Jingshen pick her up. Instead, she worked till it was late with Feng Ling’s company, and after work, she headed there with her.

Zi Jing Cheng Club was the largest place where members of Hai City’s high society tended to gather. Only those who possessed a white gold or diamond card could enter. Precisely because the segregation was thoughtfully managed—even though there were several night entertainment programs—there were very few criminals who could make their way in. Every high-class, private room had its own waiter and bodyguard keeping an eye out.

“Why didn’t Ji Nuan follow you here?” Qin Siting sat on the sofa in the private room, smiling as he glanced at Mo Jingshen sitting alone.

Nanheng turned back, his handsome face carrying a mocking smile. “I was just about to ask. You’re only a few steps away from hanging Ji Nuan on your waist, but you actually didn’t bring her with you today?”

Mo Jingshen indifferently replied, “She’s busy.”

Qin Siting teased. “Your woman is busier than you?”

“Is there a problem with that?” Mo Jingshen coldly and indifferently glanced at him.

Qin Siting smiled lightly, stretching his long legs as he casually leaned on the sofa. He coldly chuckled. “May I asked if your woman was the one who refuses to be a virtuous wife at home and would rather stretch her wings to venture out? You didn’t even stop her. Aren’t you afraid that if she were to produce some results, in the future, the men around her would increase?”

“Virtuous wife?” Nanheng had a strange expression on. “When did these words attach to her?”

Arriving at this topic, Qin Siting appeared pleased with himself as he glanced at Nanheng. “It’s because you lack the fortune. Not long ago, Ji Nuan came to my house and personally made a fruit salad and a cold tossed three silk vegetable dish. The taste was actually not bad. If it wasn’t because there was someone constantly guarding her, I might have been able to taste even more of her cooking. That wealthy young lady now knows how to cook. Using those two words on her isn’t considered too inappropriate.”

Nanheng lightly chuckled, lazily saying, “Are you serious?”

Mo Jingshen glanced at the time. When he spoke, his words were cold and sharp, yet it played down his intent. “Why are you wasting your breath? Did I agree to meet here for the sake of listening to the two of you being concerned about my woman?”

Nanheng. “…”

Qin Siting had an enigmatic smile on. “Just get used to it.”

——–

Nanheng’s smoking addiction was powerful. Not long after, the private room was filled with smoke.

Mo Jingshen also drank quite some alcohol but was not affected by it. He took a glance at the time, stood up and left for the restroom.

A few minutes later, several young ladies at Zi Jing Cheng Club were attracted by the man who had just left the bathroom. The drunk ladies all nudged one another as they followed him, secretly exchanging bets about who would be able to sleep with such a rare, exquisite man tonight!

Mo Jingshen sensed there was someone following him, and after seeing they were several drunk young girls, he did not pay them any mind.

He entered the private room and noticed more alcohol had been sent in; all sorts of colors—red, blue, yellow—and types. He closed the door and was just about to head in when the door behind him was forcefully pushed open.

The slamming noise was too loud. Mo Jingshen’s clear gaze turned, and even Nanheng and Qin Siting, who were inside the private room, raised their brows. Their gazes shifted toward the drunk young ladies.

Seeing this scene, Qin Siting instantly understood. He softly chuckled and then whistled. “Aiyo, they’ve stuck onto you again. If Ji Nuan were to see this, I wonder if a bottle of vinegar will be spilled.”[1]

Mo Jingshen appeared as though he did not hear Qin Siting’s words. He coldly and indifferently scanned the ladies by the door whose eyes clearly spelled out ‘want.’

“Get out.” His voice did not contain any warmth.

Those young girls carried the smell of alcohol on them. Initially, they felt brave, but after meeting his cold and distant eyes, as well as the man’s frigid cold aura, they instantly panicked.

One of them was nudged out. It was not clear if she was blushing or if the alcohol had affected her, but she looked at him with a bright red face. She stuttered for a while before finally managing a whole sentence. “I… I think that you’re really handsome… I… I like you… so… can you… can you…”

“No.”

The cold and indifferent voice was as icy and sharp as ever—frigid, straightforward, and decisive.

The young ladies all stared at him in defeat. They had thought they would be able to conquer an exquisite product but instead realized they had encountered an iceberg.

By the side, the bodyguard had already heard their voices and approached to chase them away. Those young ladies originally still wanted to say more but were abruptly kicked out while the door was slammed in front of their faces.

It was silent for a moment outside the door, followed by the reprimands of the bodyguard. Inside the room, laughter rang out.

“As expected of President Mo, your luck in love has increased.” Nanheng had a cigarette in his mouth as he narrowed his eyes to laugh.

“Too much nonsense.” Mo Jingshen did not glance at them, picking up his phone to call Ji Nuan.

Coincidentally, Ji Nuan was currently signing a contract with the old CEO from BGY Group who had specially taken a trip here. Originally, the price of that piece of land in Xi Min Square was supposed to be set at three hundred million yuan. However, for the sake of maintaining a long-term partnership with a property corporation like BGY, she gave him a favor and set the price at two hundred and eighty million yuan.

[1] Jealousy is often associated with a sour taste in Chinese context