Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“They are unrelated.” Feng Ling met Ji Nuan’s gaze as she replied, calm and sincere like she always was.

Ji Nuan faltered.

Unrelated?

If it was inconvenient for Feng Ling to reply, she would say that she did not know or choose to remain silent.

But she said that they were unrelated.

Based on Ji Nuan’s understanding of Feng Ling, she knew that she was definitely being honest.

Could it be that she was thinking too much?

“Then, have you heard of the name, Su Xueyi?” Ji Nuan asked.

When Feng Ling heard the word ‘Su,’ her expression turned suspicious, but upon hearing the rest of the name, she directly shook her head.

“No.”

“All right, it’s fine then. Continue eating.” Ji Nuan did not say more.

In Ji Nuan’s mind, she thought that Su Xueyi was a silly, sweet girl who was always warmly enthusiastic toward anyone she met and clung onto whoever appeared pleasing to her eyes.

Otherwise, it was possible that the name Su Xueyi did not belong to her, and she had lied about her family background.

But those were only her guesses.

It seemed like she had to find an opportunity to take a photo with Su Xueyi and to bring the photo to Feng Ling to see if she had any answers.

——

On the first day of class, they were handed a busy schedule.

Professor Lin was indeed a well-seasoned lecturer; his teaching method was very suitable for young people.

The new class had more than forty students, with more than half of them being girls. While there weren’t many boys, most of them were wealthy second-generation heirs. Each one of them was rich, respectable, and had wonderful future prospects.

In the evening, after classes had ended, Ji Nuan carried her books back to her dormitory to revise. She had left all of the work for the studio in Xia Tian’s arms in order to make time to attend T University. These three months were extremely precious to her.

“So hardworking? It’s only the first day. Everyone has left to the club across the university to have fun. Aren’t you going to go drink a glass or two?” When Bai Wei returned, she saw that Ji Nuan was actually revising.

Bai Wei was not quite like those delicate, wealthy young ladies; She was of an entrepreneurial business background. The way she spoke was mature and decisive, and she did not enjoy being too close to Ling Feifei. However, her impression of Ji Nuan was quite good, and she would occasionally chat with her.

“I want to drink but I can’t. Someone at home refuses to let me touch alcohol.” Ji Nuan smiled at Bai Wei. She turned a page on the book in her hands, rapidly making notes.

“Refuses to let you touch alcohol? So strict?” Bai Wei casually commented, sitting on her bed as she began reading through her own book.

Ji Nuan did not reply, raising her eyes to glance at her. “Why didn’t you go?”

“I’m not interested in this sort of events. They’re all a bunch of delicate, second-generation heirs. There isn’t any point in interacting with them.” Bai Wei did not say more, lowering her head to focus on her book.

The dorm returned to its silence, with the occasional sound of pages being turned.

Ji Nuan continued writing her notes for a while. When she placed her pen down for a break, she glanced at the phone by her side.

The man who had warned her not to touch even a single drop of alcohol, she wondered what he was doing right now.

She considered for a moment and picked up her phone. She took a photo of the notes she had written and sent it out to him.

—-

Hai City, Mo Corporation.

A black Ghost drove out of the company’s basement parking lot. It was headed toward the public square ahead.

A tone indicating that a message had been received rang. Mo Jingshen typically paid little attention to his messages. However, today, he checked his phone the instant he heard the tone.

Seeing that it was a message from Ji Nuan, the black Ghost turned into a more isolated area and stopped by the road.

When he opened the message, he saw notes for a foundational class on business management. The neatly and conscientiously written words revealed the little woman’s hard work and diligence.

The phone then rang once more, receiving a second message.

Ji Nuan: [It’s the first day of class; the first set of written notes. Mr. Mo, please check.]

A hint of warmth could be seen in Mo Jingshen’s eyes. He dialed her number.

Ji Nuan was not sure if he was busy and did not dare to call him.