Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Mo Jingshen approached the ceiling-to-floor windows, lifting his lids to glance outside.

The place Qin Siting stood faced the villa standing not far away across the windows.

The villa was not lit; no one had returned. The large, black gates engraved with the image of birds had also been quiet for the entire night.

On this side of the window, there was only a single floor light lit. Under the dusky rays of light, no one spoke. There was a moment of silence.

It was as though the entire world was silent. There was only a white cat perched atop the high walls of the villa across. Occasionally, it released one or two meows.

Mo Jingshen shifted one hand into his pocket. His low, soft, and heavy voice was exceptionally clear under the evening light. “Back then, you disregarded your own well-being to invest yourself in your first love, and then went on to hate her desperately. Now that she’s back, you insist on avoiding her. Today, you clearly showed you would maintain the estranged relation. What’s the point of standing here now? If she doesn’t return until tomorrow, are you going to stand here for the whole night?”

Qin Siting, who had stood motionless for a long while, finally shifted. However, he only turned to glance at him. “Which fucker said I was standing here to look at her?”

A night of stifled silence was finally broken. Qin Siting’s expression was ice-cold. “Do I look like the type to stand here guarding through the night for that kind of woman?”

Mo Jingshen coldly said, “Her villa has been vacated and standing there for several years, just like how you’ve stayed here for several years. After staring at an empty villa for so long, even though the person that left is finally back, she is probably still unaware you live right across from her. For how many days and nights have you been standing here watching? Do you not have a clear knowledge of it in your heart?”

Qin Siting: “…”

He abruptly turned to approach the sofa, picking up the cigarette Nan Heng had thrown on the coffee table to light it up. He took a few drags to calm himself down before coldly saying, “Moving here was a decision I made when I was young, clueless and still entangled in love and hatred. I’ve long lost all feelings for her. I’m just used to this place and am too lazy to move.”

Nan Heng spat out a mouthful of smoke and coldly chuckled. “Is it being young and clueless, or is it that you, fucker, have only been moved by one woman in your twenty-plus years of life. Even now, you’re disinterested in the group of women constantly running after your backside, wistfully wishing they could bed you. Who would have known your pure young heart would be crushed by a woman, and that even now, it’s still not fully pieced together?”

Qin Siting was expressionless. “The two of you came here in the middle of the night to ridicule this old man’s stupid past?”

Nan Heng chuckled. “I do have that intention. I just don’t know why he came at this time. I said he was kicked off the bed by Ji Nuan, but he refuses to admit it.”

Nan Heng glanced at Mo Jingshen while speaking.

Mo Jingshen indifferently replied, “I couldn’t sleep, so I came to see how unhappy Old Qin is exactly. If he talks about it, it might help to lift my mood.”

Qin Siting: “…”

“Couldn’t sleep?” Qin Siting chuckled coldly, pinching off the edge of the cigarette after only taking a few drags. “The two of you couldn’t sleep, so you made a special trip here just to look at me?”

Nan Heng chuckled while smoking.

Mo Jingshen indifferently raised his cold brows.

He indeed could not sleep.

It was not that he was kicked off the bed or that he argued with her, but that his woman wanted to head off to T City to study and to turn away from the identity of Mrs. Mo to become a business student in T University. Although she would only be studying there for several months, it was still a form of separation. This was clearly a decision she had arrived at after the evening party that day.

The little woman had clearly relied on her drunken state to speak up about her decision.

Could he reject her?

He could reject her, but he also clearly could not.

Ever since her temperament changed several months ago, he keenly felt that her mature and composed surface hid a sensitive and strange vulnerability.

She intensely feared death and was even more terrified of having no control over her life. There was more stubbornness in her bones—she had gained more things she wished to protect, but she hid them very deeply.

—-

When Mo Jingshen returned, it was nearing sunrise. The sky remained dark, but it was slightly paler.

He initially thought that Ji Nuan was still asleep. However, the little woman tossed and turned on the bed; clearly not sleeping well. When he laid down by her side, she furrowed her brows and buried herself in his arms while asleep, before gradually quieting down.

Mo Jingshen touched her hair. “Headache?”

Ji Nuan nodded her head in his embrace with her eyes shut. She was half-asleep, in a daze, and she did not speak.

Mo Jingshen’s hand shifted on her hair to rub gently on her forehead. She did not move, allowing him to help ease the ache in her scalp.

The little woman wore a soft nightgown; her long hair spread across the pillow as her fragrance surrounded him. She laid in his embrace with her eyes shut. Without asking him where he had gone, she instinctively leaned dependently in his embrace without allowing him to shift a single inch away.

—–

Mo Nuan Studio.

The computer screen displayed the various news Xia Tian was sending her through MSN.

Right now, Xia Tian could already walk normally with the support of a walking stick and only needed to go through three months of physical therapy. If she wanted to help out at the studio, it was not convenient for her who stayed so far away.

Back when Xia Tian studied with her in America, she had studied at the University of Finance and Economics. Her specialty was financial analysis. Right now, the position of the finance supervisor was vacant in the studio. Since Xia Tian wanted to help her, it would help Ji Nuan save some effort.

The two of them were discussing up a storm when the intercom suddenly rang in her office. Ji Nuan casually picked up the call. “Hello?”

“Hello, CEO Ji. There’s a parcel for you here.”

The call was from the mail room on the first floor of the Jin Lin Building. Ji Nuan looked at the displayed number before speaking. “All right, I’ll go down later.”

After hanging up the call, Ji Nuan typed a few words on the keyboard: [Did you send your things to the studio for fear you would have too many things after being discharged?]

Xia Tian replied: [No, I don’t have many things. When I head over, I’ll just grab a box and leave it at the place I’m staying at.]

Ji Nuan raised her brows slightly.

That was strange.

Why would there suddenly be a parcel for her?

At this time, the local online business had only just begun. Ji Nuan did not have the habit of buying things online. It was also rare for her to exchange mail with others. Furthermore, Xiao Ba and the secretary were typically in charge of all the letters and faxes the studio received.

Why would there be a parcel directly mailed to her?

Ji Nuan went downstairs and headed for the mail room on the first floor. The person inside handed her a not too large rectangle box.

Ji Nuan saw that the box was very well-packaged; it was impossible to tell what was packed inside. Only the office’s address and her name were written on it. The sender’s details were not provided.

“Who sent it?” Ji Nuan was careful as she asked.

“I’m not sure. We found it earlier when we were decluttering the pile of boxes outside the door.”

Hearing this, Ji Nuan shook the box in her hands. She could not hear anything.