Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Inside the room, the robe was left on the bed. Ji Nuan’s phone and other items remained on the bedside table, untouched.

The hotel service staff explained, “Earlier on, after sending in the clothes bought for Mrs. Mo, I went to clean the other rooms and didn’t pay attention to the movements here…”

Qin Siting crossed his arms as he leaned by the door, snorting. “Since she can sneak away, I think your woman should be fine. Based on her body condition, aside from her vulnerability to the cold, there are no other problems. She is as healthy as one can be.”

Qin Siting raised his chin, directing his eyes outside the window. “Isn’t it? She even has the strength to jump out of the window.”

Mo Jingshen had already seen the opened windows and the curtains fluttering in the wind. He did not show anger, and his gaze was mild. It seemed like he was not affected at all.

Qin Siting was looking forward to watching a show. He walked toward the window and casually peeked outside, chuckling lowly. “No wonder she didn’t walk the normal road. There’s a really tall tree right by the window. Even if a child tried to jump off, he wouldn’t get hurt.”

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In a bar that was the distance of half a Hai Cheng away from King’s Court Hotel.

Ji Nuan sat in a quiet corner by a table filled with a row of glasses of alcohol.

She drank two and found that it was not bad.

She raised a hand to rub her nose, expressionlessly reaching out for another glass.

This was a pub that served alcohol. Most of the customers were refined people who came to listen to music and enjoy drinking. It was not as chaotic as a regular bar.

Not far away, a young man was playing the guitar as he sang a sad ballad. The more he sang, the more emotional he became; the more he sang, the heavier the mood became.

This made Ji Nuan, who was working hard to calm herself down, stirred up. She could not help but tighten her grip around the alcohol glass.

After running out from the hotel, she had only thought to cool down, fearing that she would lose control of her emotions.

She really wanted to grab hold of Mo Jingshen’s tie and ask him, in her past life, after their divorce, was he in America with An Shuyan every day?

In those ten years of his that she could not touch, he was a man powerful enough to flip the skies around—the CEO of the Shine Group that had authority in every region. She was incapable of knowing everything about him!

He was so far away from her, so very far.

And in those ten years, who was close to him? Was it An Shuyan? Or Ji Mengran? Or a woman a thousand times better than her?

But she could not ask.

If she asked, she would most likely be treated as a madwoman.

A completely delirious madwoman.

“Shine Group’s CEO Mo Jingshen has returned to the country today. Right now, he has arrived at Hai Cheng–“

“What are you looking at? Do you even know who the news is speaking about? A woman like you doesn’t even have the right to help such a person adjust his shoes.”

The last few words she heard before her death in her past life suddenly replayed by her ears.

Ji Nuan rubbed her nose, closing her eyes.

Suddenly, it felt as though she had returned to that cold prison. Her surroundings were icy cold, and the stifling sensation she had experienced when the poison took effect enveloped her.

So cold, cold enough that her teeth were chattering.

Not far away, two men—dressed like elite, white-collar workers—drank while enjoying the music. They heard the sound of an alcohol glass falling on the ground.

The two men turned back to look, only to notice a slender, fair, and clear-skinned woman hugging her knees as she sat on the sofa. She buried her face in her knees, her body shivering imperceptibly as though she was freezing.

The two men stood up and walked over. “Miss, are you all right?” they asked in concern.

Ji Nuan tightly gripped her knees with her palms, raising her eyes.

The moment they got a clear look of her face, the two men were startled. After a while, they asked in suspicion, “Miss… Miss Ji?”

Although Ji Nuan had drunk, she could somewhat recognize that the two of them had cooperated with the Ji family’s companies before.

The supervisor and manager of some small enterprise. Who cared what it was exactly, she was too lazy to think. She coldly glanced at them before silently burying her face in her knees once more.