Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingshen glanced at her deadpan. He obviously had no intention of eating.

Ji Nuan stood in the familiar office. The man in front of her was no longer as gentle as he had been, and he was exuding an obvious aura of alienation and indifference.

Ji Nuan could see the disapproval in his eyes. She smiled consciously. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not here pestering you. CEO Mo, you can just take me as an apple polisher who comes over to curry favor with my investor because you invested 200 million in my small studio. Look at me from another angle, all right?”

With that, she turned suddenly to his lounge. “Eat it. I’m going to the lounge to pack up all the clothes you bought me.”

Then she walked in without looking back.

She was as casual as if she were just passing by his office.

The lounge was the same as before. Standing in the quiet room, she turned on the light, looked around at the cold-toned, masculine style-decorated lounge, went straight to the wardrobe, and opened it. Sure enough, many of the clothes he had prepared for her were still there.

If a person really hated another person, he would erase every single trace of that person’s existence.

He lived here after he finished his work in the company. Recently, he had been living here, but none of her things were thrown away. Her clothes were well kept and neatly placed in the wardrobe.

Ji Nuan didn’t hurry to collect the clothes. She took a step back and sat down beside the bed, looking up at the clothes in the wardrobe.

The office outside was very quiet. She didn’t know whether he was eating the porridge or not, but Secretary Ke said that he had been working since last night without eating anything. If he refused to accept her kindness, she could only call Shen Mu and asked him to contact a nearby restaurant to send some food here.

Ji Nuan did it at once. After calling Shen Mu, she didn’t think about whether he would eat it or not but just sat on the bed and stared at the clothes in the wardrobe.

—-

The air conditioner in the office had been adjusted to the most comfortable temperature by Ji Nuan. Mo Jingshen looked at the bowl of porridge placed on his desk for a long time before he put down his pen and raised his hand to rub between his eyebrows.

Then he got a call from the US. “CEO Mo… Su Zhilan committed suicide in prison… Fortunately, we found her in time and took her to the hospital. She barely survived, but the medical conditions in prison are so bad that she coughed up blood yesterday and has been clamoring to see you or call you…”

Mo Jingshen put down his hand that was rubbing between his eyebrows and said emotionlessly, “What? Is the LAPD so weak that they can’t even control a troublemaker? They even have to turn to me for help?” His voice was calm and flat yet chillingly indifferent.

“Well…” The man on the other end of the line burst into a cold sweat. “CEO Mo, the Su family can’t save her, but Su Zhilan said she used to be your fiancée. She is so spoiled that she can’t bear life in prison. She has lost a lot of weight and everyday clamors to see you. If it were someone else, we would deal with her according to the normal procedure, but she used to be your…”

Mo Jingshen said coldly, “For this kind of person who misbehaves in prison, just follow your normal procedures.”

“But in the state she’s in, if she dies here one day, we’re afraid…”

“Don’t tell me anything about her from now on. Whether she’s dead or alive, it’s none of my business.”

After hanging up, Mo Jingshen turned his eyes to the door of the lounge.

Ji Nuan had been in the lounge for a while but had not come out.

A moment later, he got up, strode over, opened the door, and went in. He stepped into the cool-toned room, only to see the woman, who had said seriously that she had come to take her clothes away, sleeping in his bed.

She had obviously been sitting at the end of the bed, then gradually fell on the bed and fell asleep. He walked around the big bed and walked slowly to the window. With his left hand, he drew the curtains of the French window and blocked out all the lights and neon lights outside.

He looked at the open wardrobe, where her clothes were neatly hanging, taking up half the space. They had not been an eyesore to him before, but since she had examined the wardrobe, he thought maybe he should take them out and was about to do it. However, as soon as his hand touched one of them, he paused.

With a thud, he closed the door of the wardrobe. His hands were empty, and he didn’t take any of her clothes out.

—-

Ji Nuan didn’t expect that she would fall asleep in Mo Jingshen’s office.

She came here to pack up her clothes, but after sitting on the bed, she unconsciously fell asleep.

She woke up and closed her eyes for a long time before she dared to open them. She moved her body and found herself in the same position as she had just fallen asleep, her legs hanging down the bed. Because she had been in this position, her legs had gone numb.

“Ouch…” She moaned under her breath. Her voice was soft, but it was noticeable in the quiet room.

The man standing at the window turned around. “You’re awake?”

Ji Nuan paused and didn’t expect to see him here. She turned her head and saw the man standing not far away from her.

He was standing with one hand in the pocket of his trousers, wearing the same trousers and shirt that he had worn the night before, with no trace of wrinkles in them. He was standing with his back to the morning light out of the window, looking down at her quietly. The morning light behind him gilded his figure, and she could not see his expression.

Ji Nuan gazed at him for a few seconds before she fell into an indescribable trance.

Just when she suddenly felt he was still her Mo Jingshen, he gave a cold smile, and his thin lips moved. “Although you want to play pitiful in front of me and try to remind me of the past memory, you got to remember that I have no memory loss, and I don’t need you to remind me of all the good things that happened in the past. You’re wasting your time trying to move me in this way.”

He might as well not have spoken. If he just stood there, she could still dream.

Now his words shattered her dream.

Ji Nuan closed her eyes and opened them again. Then she sat up, rubbed her hair, and said wearily, “I’ve been working hard in my new office building these days, and I didn’t expect I’d be able to fall asleep sitting here.” She said self-deprecatingly, “Mo Jingshen when you don’t speak, you look so handsome and pleasing to the eye, but as soon as you open your mouth, my heart is broken by your words.”

“Is that so?”

She smiled. “You don’t think so?”

He just looked at her coldly, saying no more.