The Rest Of My Life Is For You

Now that Mo Yongheng’s fingerprint and password were no longer able to retrieve information, there was no point in them staying in the company.

“Let’s go back now. We can wait until the finance department is here tomorrow.” Nian Xiaomu stood up from the chair, reaching out to grab Yu Yuehan’s pinky.

Yu Yuehan grabbed hold of her hand, pulling her into his arms.

In a low voice, he whispered to her to take things slowly.

Every single thing they were doing now was challenging Mo Kun’s authority.

Mo Kun would not possibly sit and await his doom.

So, only if they took things slowly and calmly figured out their every step could they avoid the situation where they reached a point of no return because of one careless mistake.

“Let me take you back, ” Fan Yu retracted his gaze from Yu Yuehan and Nian Xiaomu who had their hands tightly interlocked, turning to look at Zheng Yan.

“Hmm?”

Zheng Yan was still staring at Mo Yongheng and upon hearing Fan Yu’s words, was about to agree to him when Mo Yongheng suddenly stood up and walked to her.

He was very tall and as someone of few words, the aura he exuded was less formidable than most people.

He merely stood before Zheng Yan and she instinctively quietened down at once, raising her head to look at him.

“I’m heading in the same direction, no need to trouble others. I can take you back.”

Mo Yongheng muttered with a pause between every word as he met her gaze.

“…”

She wanted to reject him and take Fan Yu’s car instead, but she did not dare to.

Moreover, it was true that it was more convenient for Mo Yongheng than Fan Yu to send her home.

If she were to reject Mo Yongheng’s offer and insist on Fan Yu taking her home instead, it would seem weird.

Zheng Yan was hesitating whether to agree or reject him in a thick-skinned manner when Mo Yongheng passed her his car keys and added, “It just happens that I’m not feeling very well today. You can help me drive for a short while.”

“…”

Hearing this, Zheng Yan could not possibly reject him.

Taking the keys Mo Yongheng had passed to her, she waved goodbye to a few people from her office and headed outside.

She was still worried that she would not see Mo Yongheng when she came out, but she did not expect that having come out first, he was leaning against the wall waiting for her.

The gaze that stared back at her was rather deep.

It was as if he was worried that she would run away with his car keys.

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She took the initiative as she muttered, “Let’s go.”

After walking out for a distance, she realized that Mo Yongheng was not following her and turned back to look at him in astonishment.

As they exchanged glances, Mo Yongheng muttered faintly, “You’re heading in the wrong direction.”

“…”

So, why did she agree to let Mo Yongheng take her home?

At this present moment, she felt that she was not heading home, but was on the path to her own death…

Even as she was seated in the car, Zheng Yan could still feel her limbs going weak.

When she had finally composed herself with much difficulty, she suddenly realized that she had sat in the wrong seat. She was seated in the passenger seat beside the driver’s seat.

On the other hand, Mo Yongheng who had claimed that he wasn’t feeling well and wanted her to help drive was seated in the driver’s seat.

Facing her look of astonishment, he merely muttered faintly, “You look more unwell than I am.”

“…It might be because I’ve learned a lot from you and Fan Yu today. I was probably overly excited, which is why I feel quite worn out now. If you’re really feeling very unwell, I can drive.”

After Zheng Yan was done speaking, Mo Yongheng merely glanced at her and did not appear to have any intention to continue discussing this issue with her.

He took the car keys from her hand and turned to her. “Buckle up your seat belt.”

“Oh, oh!” Zheng Yan snapped back to her senses and hurriedly put on her seat belt.

The following second, she heard his monotonous voice ringing in her ear again.

“I’m an old driver, my driving skills are very good. You don’t have to look like you’re about to face your death.”