Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Very good.” Mo Shaoze was filled with rage. “I look forward to seeing what sort of capabilities this Ji Nuan has to be able to have the Mo family’s elder be so taken with her!”

“She doesn’t need any capabilities. She just has to be Ji Nuan,” Mo Jingshen replied calmly.

Elder Mo immediately chimed in. “Likewise, this elder also wants to see what capabilities that An Shuyan actually has for you to employ underhanded ways and force your own son!”

Elder Mo glared at the dark-faced Mo Shaoze. “As the saying goes, ‘To each his own.’ Just because you like An Shuyan, don’t try to push her to Jing Shen! Everyone is their own unique person with their own interests. So long as Jing Shen likes Ji Nuan, so long as the two of them can live happily and beautifully as a couple, you shouldn’t let anyone get involved between them! How can you still call yourself Jing Shen’s father!”

Mo Shaoze smile coldly. “Such a disrespectful person like Ji Nuan, don’t expect me to accept her in this lifetime.”

“If you can take out the right attitude to treat one’s daughter-in-law, Ji Nuan would naturally be able to provide the respect one should offer to an elder.” Mo Jingshen’s tone did not hold any warmth. “This is the basic respect one should offer between people.”

Elder Mo nodded. “That’s right, it’s an equal exchange. Nitpicking from one side is not the attitude an elder should have. You’re being unreasonable!”

Mo Shaoze’s face was steel black. He abruptly glared at the two unmoving guards by the door. He wanted to shout the words ‘garbage,’ as they were unaware of when Ji Nuan had even entered the room last night. However, he was angered to the point where he did not even wish to speak. His expression was heavy as he abruptly turned to leave.

No one tried to stop him. The floor returned to its original peace.

Elder Mo glanced at Mo Jingshen and asked kindly, “Jing Shen, were you all right last night?”

“I’m fine. I’ve made you worry.” Mo Jingshen’s smile was light.

The elder nodded. “Your father’s foul temper has been like this since he was young. Since he was unsuccessful last night, his face most likely is struggling to be put down. He won’t be able to keep this up for longer than a few days. As long as there are no misunderstandings between you and our Ji brat, all is well.”

“Grandfather, don’t worry. I’m very clear headed.” Ji Nuan fluttered her lashes at the elder.

“Aiyo, you sure seem pleased with yourself now. Has the little figure that locked herself in Jing Shen’s room last night—curling up on the bed, hugging a pillow, and stifling her tears—disappeared?”

Ji Nuan’s face burned. “Grandfather, how can you laugh at me!”

Elder Mo laughed loudly. “Won’t laugh, I won’t laugh! Hahaha…”

The elder chuckled while smiling brightly at Mo Jingshen. “Jing Shen, you better watch this wife of yours tightly. Don’t you dare lose her. If you were to let her down, you better watch it. This old man will break your legs!”

Ji Nuan saw the elder raise his walking stick and instinctively moved to stand in front of Mo Jingshen.

Mo Jingshen smiled, tugging the little woman who had moved to protect him behind. His voice was clear, like a stream running down the river. “I know.”

Elder Mo finally harrumphed in satisfaction. His eyes flitted past Ji Nuan. “How exactly did you get in here last night?”

Ji Nuan winked at the elder with a smile. “It’s a secret.”

“Little one, you’re even keeping your grandfather in suspense! All right, most likely the both of you didn’t sleep well last night. Quickly go back and rest. I’ll think of a way to grasp hold of Jingshen’s father.” Elder Mo walked away with his walking stick as he muttered under his breath, “After staying in America for so many years, Shao Ze sure has become used to ordering people around. Everything has to be done his way; his desire to be in control is too strong. I think he must be sick of the position he is given…”

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Ji Nuan returned to the room on the 30th floor to retrieve the bag she had left behind. She then made a call for someone to quietly send that innocent secretary back.

She placed her phone down, raising her eyes to see Mo Jingshen standing in front of the windows.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were closed. He stood there, looking past the windows toward the balcony outside.