Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Nan Heng was right today. Sometimes, we can’t blame others for being too cold-blooded. We can only blame ourselves for being too weak,” Ji Nuan snuggled in his arms, carelessly and softly speaking.

Ji Nuan was slightly drunk today. Mo Jingshen stared at her for a long while without speaking before he carried her into the villa.

After entering, her arms remained around his neck as she looked at his handsome face. “I need to work harder… hard enough so I can chase up to your footsteps… so I can work hard to support my new life…”

The two words, ‘new life’ caused the man to pause momentarily. It was only a short moment before he carried her into the room, leaning down to place her on the bed.

Looking at the little woman’s dazed eyes, he propped himself up by the bed to watch her, calmly saying, “You’re not allowed to touch alcohol again.”

It seems like in the future, even if it was just a cake, he had to taste it first to be sure.

He was taking back the promise he made previously about the cake.

“Mo Jingshen.”

“En?”

“I want to become stronger.”

“…”

“I want to become more capable.”

“…”

“I want to become capable enough so I wouldn’t have to rely on anyone’s sympathy or help. So I can completely be in charge of my own life. I need to become strong enough so I won’t be fearful of any risk for life and death. I also want…”

The man abruptly kissed her, pressing her words back.

Ji Nuan was originally drunk. After being kissed for a while, she really could not speak and kept quiet. She closed her eyes and held his neck.

Ji Nuan fell asleep very quickly, while Mo Jingshen lowered his head to watch her.

—-

Ji Nuan woke up in the middle of the night to discover that Mo Jingshen was not by her side. She sat up and rubbed her slightly messy hair before climbing off the bed. She pushed aside the study door and the balcony windows but could not find Mo Jingshen.

Standing on the balcony, she looked down at the Yu Garden’s parking area and saw the black Ghost was not parked in its position. She was not sure when it had been driven away.

She did not have any intention of being drunk today, but after mixing the fruit wine in the cake with the alcohol in the fruit juice, she was left with a headache even after sleeping.

She stood on the balcony for several minutes, but the cold air did not help; her head still ached painfully. She rubbed her forehead and turned to return to the room. After closing the windows and falling back into bed, she grabbed her phone to call Mo Jingshen. However, she only heard the sound of a woman’s voice going, “I’m sorry. The number you’ve dialed is currently unavailable…”

Ji Nuan tossed her phone to the side. Her head was really aching badly, so she grabbed a pillow and pressed it heavily against her scalp, forcing herself to continue sleeping.

—–

At this moment, the black Ghost was speeding down the road. Mo Jingshen called Nan Heng.

The call was quickly connected. Nan Heng was slightly tipsy from drinking, and his tone was lazy. “I thought that after sending Ji Nuan back, you would start a passionate fire with your woman at home and wouldn’t have the time to head out again.”

Mo Jingshen: “…”

He initially did not plan on leaving Ji Nuan alone at home. However, the woman was drunk and would occasionally spout nonsense. She was also on her period, and after helping her shower, he felt wide awake. If it weren’t because of it, he would not have left just because of a call from Nan Heng.

“Didn’t you just drink tonight. Why did you go to Qin Siting’s place to drink again?” Mo Jingshen coldly and indifferently asked.

Inside Qin Siting’s villa, Nan Heng sat on the sofa. He narrowed his eyes at the bright lights indoors, before shifting his gaze onto Qin Siting who stood by the ceiling-to-floor windows gloomily. He chuckled mockingly, “This old man was afraid that he would take things too hard and came for a look. He’s been standing like a log in front of the window for half an hour. I suspect he has entered the state of a true Buddha and can no longer hear any of my words.”

Mo Jingshen apathetically replied, “It was his business; you shouldn’t have interfered.”

After sitting here for several more drinks, Nan Heng was slightly drunk. His long fingers rubbed his brows. “I owed Shi Niange a favor in America. Otherwise, do you think I would’ve cared to mess with her old trifle matters with Old Qin?”

Nan Heng was not someone who enjoyed being a busybody. If it weren’t because Shi Niange chose his birthday to insist on bringing a cake, and coincidentally, Nan Heng had been feeling the urge to mess with Qin Siting for the past few days, he would not have bothered to interfere with their matters.

He cared even less about whom to help. It was just that Qin Siting had been living a lonely, insipid life for several years. After seeing that he was living like a monk, the sight of it was like an eyesore to him; he thus decided to bring some excitement into his calm life.

Mo Jingshen calmly spoke while driving, “Are you still there right now?”

Nan Heng: “Recently, he seems to have acquired a lot of good drinks. I drank quite some and am somewhat gone now. I’m too lazy to move, so I’ll stay here tonight. Anyway, we’re just two men. I have to at least guard here in case that pitiful-looking Ling Xuaner returns and does something to Old Qin while he is vulnerable. Why? Are you really coming?”

The new alcohol in Qin Siting’s place naturally all came from Mo Jingshen.

Mo Jingshen: “Wait there.”

Fifteen minutes later.

Nan Heng sucked on a cigarette, turning back to look at the man who had appeared in the villa.

Mo Jingshen wore black from head to toe and appeared as though he was dyed by the evening shadows. He glanced at Qin Siting, who stood by the windows.

Qin Siting had one hand in his pocket. He was solemn and appeared to have no intention of paying them any mind. He only coldly glanced toward the door once before shifting his gaze back without speaking.

“How long has he been standing there?” Mo Jingshen walked over.

Nan Heng turned to see the tall man approaching. His distinct fingers brushed away some cigarette ash as he raised his brows. “I suspect he’s been standing there since the moment he came home. He’s been like this since I arrived.”

“Speaking of which.” Nan Heng then turned his teasing smile onto Mo Jingshen. “You could actually come so late into the night. Could it be that Ji Nuan was so drunk she couldn’t even recognize you and you were kicked off the bed?”

Mo Jingshen coldly glanced at him. “Are you well-experienced with that? Do women often kick you off the bed?”

Nan Heng raised his brows, picking up his cigarette with a smile. He picked up the bottle on the coffee table and poured him a drink.

Mo Jingshen did not receive the glass, shifting his indifferent, cold eyes toward Qin Siting’s direction. Qin Siting kept staring coldly out of the window.

“You’ve already chased away the lost young lady you brought back?” Mo Jingshen eyed his gloomy figure as he asked.

Nan Heng sat on the sofa, smoking his cigarette as he curved his eyes in a smile. He also glanced toward Qin Siting. “He clearly had no interest in that Ling Xuaner, yet he insisted on buying her. Placing such a sticky candy by his side, wasn’t it all for the sake of making Shi Niange uncomfortable—spit, spit—why was there a need to do so? Hurting your enemy by a thousand while losing eight hundred… Oh, no, I should say, hurting your enemy by a thousand while losing ten thousand…”

Mo Jingshen did not speak. Nan Heng was just about to hand him a cigarette when he received Mo Jingshen’s cold gaze. Recalling he had quit smoking eight hundred years ago, he immediately snorted and tossed the cigarette on the coffee table.