She remembered being brought out by Sheng Yihan. She also remembered she had wanted to find a place to calm down. When she got off the car, she had warned Sheng Yihan not to follow her.

But she never thought Mo Jingshen would locate her so quickly.

"Do you want to get on the car yourself, or do you want me to carry you up?" Mo Jingshen's cold and indifferent voice carried some sternness. From start to finish, he did not release his grasp on her in case she sneaked away like a rabbit when he was distracted.

There were so many cars driving by; an accident could happen easily.

Ji Nuan stood unmoved in her place.

Right now, not only did she not want to get on the car, but she also wanted to take off her shoes and smash them in his face.

After seeing the way she stood like a statue, Mo Jingshen's wrapped his arm around her waist forcefully.

Ji Nuan's gaze turned to him, pausing at the tailored-to-fit and high-quality long coat on his body.

He wore a shirt inside, rather than a suit.

Oh, that's right, he had given his suit jacket to her. She vaguely remembered leaving it in the bathroom. That suit jacket was considerably expensive.

The price of that suit alone sufficed to buy a 200 square feet house within the city center ten years later. The long coat that he wore right now would definitely surpass that.

She took another look at the man's cold and handsome face and suddenly laughed.

In those dreamlike ten years, as well as during their recent interactions, she had never thought the man she had married was actually such a person.

How high up was he exactly, even Ji Nuan was not suitable for him!

And how good was he exactly, to make her gradually change her initial determination into fear of losing him!

Ji Nuan stared at him, using her husky, intoxicated voice to ask, "Has the evening party ended?"

"Not yet," since she asked, he replied, but his tone was slightly heavy.

Ji Nuan's heart quivered, and she lowered her head. "Then you should go back. I only wanted some peace. Don't delay the things you need to do."

"Peace? Jumping out from the window and running so far to drink, just for a bit of peace?" Mo Jingshen held her waist, almost pressing her into his body. It was slightly forceful and painful.

Ji Nuan furrowed her brows, pushing against his body, "We're on the streets. The cars are coming by all the time, be more careful. You should return to the party. I'll call for a car to return to Ao Lan International."

After speaking, she suddenly used force to push the man away.

Ji Nuan turned around, stretching her hand out to call for a taxi.

"Stop there." The man's low and solemn voice was tinged with coldness.

Ji Nuan acted as though she did not hear him, ignoring him. Her hand remained outstretched.

Finally, when a taxi approached, just as it was about to stop near her, something tightened around her waist and wrist. The sky seemed the spin as Mo Jingshen directly pushed her to the car he had parked by the side of the road.

It was not the business car he had taken to the King's Court Hotel, but the Ghost she was very familiar with.

Her back was slammed against the car door, although it did not hurt much, Ji Nuan still instinctually revealed a wary expression. She had yet to open her mouth when Mo Jingshen suddenly leaned down and kissed her.

There was only the light taste of champagne in his mouth—it was a pleasant smell accompanied by the unique and clear scent belonging to him. It caused a heartstring, tight with tension, in Ji Nuan's mind to snap in an instant.

She suddenly raised her hand to push him away, but instead, he pressed her down against the car door.

Pressed with a lot of force! Her wrist was almost snapped!

She had never seen such an angry Mo Jingshen!

Ji Nuan never understood in the past, but now she finally did. The reason Ji Mengran's indirect attacks never affected Mo Jingshen was most likely because he had already known about things related to her past.

So, was it because of Sheng Yihan?

She had yet to do anything against him about An Shuyan, what right did he have to be angry?

She did not know when this kiss would finally end. A gush of cold wind blew over them. Ji Nuan was trapped between his chest and the car, and because of him, she did not feel much of the cold.

As her legs gradually lost their strength, Mo Jingshen held her waist with one hand, supporting her powerless body from sliding down.

Ji Nuan was still feeling tipsy. She was kissed until her eyes were unfocused; she could say nothing. She only heard the man's cold voice by her ear. "I haven't settled the accounts with you, and you've already acted out this good show of jumping out of the window to escape. Ji Nuan, you've really grown capable."

Ji Nuan abruptly raised her head, but he suddenly opened the car door and shoved her in the car.

Her body fell against the chair with no strength. She half-rolled and half-crawled to sit up, yet he had already entered the driver's seat. He locked the car door, leaving her with no opportunity to alight.

"Mo Jingshen! Can't I vent my anger? My mood is bad, so I came out to drink! I didn't hit anyone or make a fuss! What right do you have to go overboard with me!" The moment Ji Nuan turned over, she shouted at him. Her breathing was hurried, and her chest was moving heavily. She stared at him, indignantly.

Mo Jingshen was neither cold nor hot. "You should be thankful that the one drinking with you inside wasn't that illegitimate child from the Sheng family. Otherwise, I would show you the true meaning of overboard."

He drove away. In the end, the car had only been moving for a while when Ji Nuan felt nauseous from all the alcohol she had drank. She raised a hand to her mouth while gesturing that she wanted to puke.

When Mo Jingshen stopped the car and released the locks, Ji Nuan rushed to open the door, stumbling out of the car. She knelt by the road and dry heaved.

She did not eat anything tonight. Everything that came out was alcohol and more alcohol. There was nothing else. Her throat was burning.

Her heart was in pain, and her entire body was in discomfort.

Feeling the man approach, she knelt by the roadside right before he was about to pull her up, and said weakly, "If I get on the car, I'll definitely puke again. My stomach isn't feeling too well. You should return to the evening party first, don't care about me..."

She had yet to finish when the man suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist and carried her up.

The instant Ji Nuan's feet and body left the floor, her two hands instinctively grabbed onto his collar. In her half-drunken, half-asleep state, she peered into Mo Jingshen's gaze that was as deep as the ocean.

"How could I not care about you?" The man's voice was soft and faint, carrying some helplessness when faced with her current appearance.

—-

When she was forcefully brought by Mo Jingshen into the nearest hotel, regardless of Ji Nuan's body or heart, she was completely incapable of rejecting him.

On the one hand, she really did not want to be in the car again. She had a stomach full of alcohol; the tossing and turning of her innards made her really nauseous. On the other hand, she did not bring her purse, her money, or her phone when she left. If she were to be left behind, she would most likely only be able to sleep on the road.

Even if she was drunk, she still understood the logic of 'when one is defenseless under someone else's roof.' This was not any simple person's roof, but Mo Jingshen's diamond-studded, gold-plated roof. She could not court disaster.

Ji Nuan's drunk, dazed eyes focused on one spot as she silently followed him. The man suddenly hauled her into the hotel elevator. She was unprepared and stumbled in, her head colliding into his embrace.