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When Nan Heng arrived, it was already in the evening. When Ji Nuan came out of the room, she saw that Nan Heng had yet to leave.

Being polite, she casually asked if he wanted to stay for a meal.

Who would have thought that this great elder would actually agree.

Ji Nuan glanced at the ground covered in cake and trash, wondering if there was actually any need for her to be polite to Mo Jingshen’s two good friends.

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That night, Nan Heng looked at the takeaway on the table and pursed his lips.

“Dare I ask, the last time you went to Old Qin’s place, you made up a whole feasting table, yet all I get is takeaway?”

Mo Jingshen tossed a pair of disposable chopsticks at him, speaking indifferently, “Do I look like I have the spare effort to cook up a feast for you right now?”

Nan Heng raised his brows, shifting his gaze onto Ji Nuan who Qin Siting had now labeled a ‘virtuous wife.’

Ji Nuan pushed aside her long hair, drawing attention to the large bandage on her forehead. She spoke with the same careless tone that Mo Jingshen had, “Do I look like I have the patience to cook up a feast for you right now?”

Nan Heng: “…”

Nan Heng snorted and snapped the pair of disposable chopsticks apart. He did not say any more nonsense and gave the food a taste. He then raised his brows. “Fine, blame me for coming at the wrong time. Thankfully, the food from this hotel isn’t bad. I can still make do with it.”

This was from T City’s most famous hotel; their dishes were well-known within the country. Yet, this Nan Heng said that he could only ‘make do’ with it.

Ji Nuan also picked up her chopsticks. After taking a bite, she felt that this man was a true prodigy at lying. It clearly tasted very good…

She had only just started eating when Mo Jingshen sat down. She faltered and subconsciously began picking up food for Nan Heng. “Here, eat more!”

She kept placing more and more food into Nan Heng’s bowl. Nan Heng was speechless as he watched the growing mountain of food, wondering if Ji Nuan’s brain had a problem.

Her man sat right by her side, why was she giving food to him instead? Was she deliberately provoking her man?

Nan Heng picked up the well-stacked bowl, glancing meaningfully at Mo Jingshen. As expected, Mo Jingshen sat there indifferently with an expression as though he couldn’t wait to kick him out.

“During your birthday, I cut into your cake and ate so much of it. Since it’s my birthday, it’s only polite to reciprocate. You can cut into whichever one you like!” Ji Nuan placed the earlier knife in front of Nan Heng and shifted the only remaining four cakes onto the table.

Although the colors changed gradually, the last few were clearly pink and red; they were very brightly colored.

Nan Heng glanced at Ji Nuan and picked up the knife, holding in a smile. He scanned the cakes on the table and finally landed on the biggest red cake at the end. He looked at the pair of figures made with black, white, and red chocolate and dressed in a suit and a wedding dress, picking up the knife to cut down from the middle.

“Cut it if you dare.” Mo Jingshen’s tone did not change. His gaze was apathetic, coldly focused on Nan Heng.

Nan Heng raised his brows, sneering. “Ji Nuan told me to cut it as I please.”

Mo Jingshen used his gaze to indicate to the remaining three cakes. What he meant was that, if he wanted to cut, he could cut those three cakes. If he dared to touch the cake with the dolls, it was guaranteed that he would not live to see the sun tomorrow.

Nan Heng sneered, placing the knife down.

“Fine, I’m not the birthday girl. Anyways, I’m not interested in cakes.”

“Oh,” Ji Nuan mildly replied. “What a coincidence. Recently, I haven’t been very interested in cakes either.”

Nan Heng smiled teasingly. “If you really don’t want to have it, I’ll help you toss it away when I leave…”

Before he could finish, Mo Jingshen picked up a piece of fish lip from the takeaway box and tossed it in his bowl. He spoke coldly, “Eat!”

Nan Heng glanced at the fish lip piece around the size of a nail; was he trying to ask him to shut up?

He resisted the urge to laugh. “Your woman completely doesn’t intend to eat the cakes. It’s also clear that both of you aren’t interested in sweets. If you don’t throw these cakes away, are you planning to keep it at home until they become fossils?”

Mo Jingshen raised his eyes, speaking frigidly, “Do you have opinions against me keeping them as fossils?”

“Don’t pay attention to him. Eat more.” Ji Nuan suddenly placed more food into Nan Heng’s bowl, raising her voice to say, “What else do you like to eat? I’ll help you take them.”

Nan Heng held in a smile as he eyed Ji Nuan’s expression. He did not say much and, even though he usually did not enjoy eating strongly flavored food, he still gave Ji Nuan face and ate some of the dishes in his bowl.

He then gave Ji Nuan a look, indicating without words that although she dared to throw a temper tantrum at Mo Jingshen, he did not have the ability to start fighting with Mo Jingshen here. If she wanted his cooperation to make things a little difficult for Mo Jingshen, that he could do.

The consequence of this was that before the mountain of food in Nan Heng’s bowl was finished, he was already thrown out. He did not even have the opportunity to eat his fill, and his abdomen was almost sliced open by the cold knives in Mo Jingshen’s eyes. If this was not sufficiently pitiful enough, he even had to carry the unfinished boxes of takeaway to leave.

Finally, Mo Jingshen left him with an ice-cold word. “Scram.”

Spit. He finally understood why Qin Siting almost developed Stockholm’s Syndrome from their torturing.

They were really fucking brutal.

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The next day was Monday. Ji Nuan was supposed to return to T University to resume her classes, but given that Mo Jingshen had no intention of returning to Hai City, she suspected that she would have to continue resting in the condo.

Ji Nuan sat on the bedroom bed, holding her corporate management textbook. She planned to read through most of the content for Professor Lin’s lecture tomorrow.

The large bed was soft and comfortable. The bedroom was also adjusted to a suitable temperature. Although it was not winter in T City, there was still the rustling sound of the wind at night. The silence at this moment, accompanied by the sound of the wind outside of the window, actually gave rise to a sense of peace and security.

She was too lazy to consider if this sense of security came from the warmth in the room or the man with her.

The man pushed open the door to enter, breaking the silence in the room.

He took long, steady steps towards her without saying a single word.

Sitting on the bed, she raised her eyes from her book. Her expression was calm, and she did not appear unhappy as she did before. However, her voice was indifferent. “I want to go back to T University for classes tomorrow.”

The man knitted his brows, answering coldly and decisively, “No.”

“My head was only slightly injured from the wall. After resting for a whole day, I’m much better. The classes will only last for several months. One day of delay will lead to a lot of missed content.” Ji Nuan hugged the book close to herself, looking at him. “I came to T University to study and not to have a vacation. If I have to rest at home from small injuries and illnesses, how delicate will I be? I can’t give up on something I’ve committed to. I’ve already been here for half a month. Are you trying to make me return to Hai City with you right now?”

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Although Ji Nuan’s tone was normal, her unwillingness to yield was clear.

She calmly lowered her head to read. As she flipped through another page, she continued speaking normally, “In that case, book the tickets back to Hai City. I’ll head back with you and quit learning. When my wound heals, I’ll stick to you every day to be an idle, rich wife. Anyway, you’re not lacking in money. Even if I take my card to swipe left and right to waste the family away, or even if I casually take several hundred million yuan out to invest blindly, wasting even more millions away, you’ll still be able to raise me.”

“If you really wish to waste it, then go ahead. It’s true that I can raise you.” Mo Jingshen completely did not mind the sharp edges in her words. The repeated feeling of her fists landing in cotton strangely led her to be even more stifled and irritable.

“Oh.” Ji Nuan stiffly and coldly forced out the word.

Mo Jingshen glanced at her still reddened and swollen half of her face. Although the swelling had significantly reduced, it still needed more than a day for it to go down completely.

He took the book away from her, and when Ji Nuan lifted her eyes to look at him, he said, “Be good. Don’t be angry anymore. If your face isn’t swollen tomorrow morning, I’ll let you go back to T University.”

As he spoke, the man gently held her face. His eyes shifted onto her swollen cheek and turned obviously cold.

Ji Nuan shifted her face aside, keeping it from his touch. She tugged the sheets over her legs and moved to lie down. “Then I’m going to bed. Rest is good for reducing the swelling.”

However, before she could lay back, the man’s arm suddenly tugged her over. Ji Nuan tried to struggle but was completely enveloped in the man’s arms.

“What do you want to know?” He held her, preventing her from shifting away. When Ji Nuan raised her head to glare at him, his black eyes were focused on her. “About everything that happened while I was in America? Or that so-called fiancée you heard of in Los Angeles? Do you feel that I’m not honest enough with you? Or did my words touch your bottom line and anger you?”

Ji Nuan felt that she did not have the right to demand Mo Jingshen to be completely honest with her. Furthermore, those were indeed all events that occurred before their marriage. She knew very well about how he felt about her.

In the past, she solemnly vowed that no matter how many women Mo Jingshen once had, they were all failures in her eyes.

However, when she really came to understand him, she found that she was actually an extremely narrow-minded and ridiculous woman.

He said that no woman had left any inappropriate marks on him. Whether or not there were actually those marks he spoke of was secondary. The main point was the existence of that woman in Los Angeles.

Ji Nuan was clear on Mo Jingshen’s attitude, so she felt that fussing over this was completely meaningless.

Did she leave a mark on his clean life?

Or was it because she was the wife he had married? All of his doting and spoiling began from the first day of their marriage, as though it was natural and to be expected.

What about the marks?

Did she leave any?

Mo Jingshen appeared gentle, but Ji Nuan understood well that he was completely unfeeling when interacting with the people unrelated to him. No one could easily affect his choices and decisions. No matter if they are his business rivals or the women who try to approach him, they all invited disaster in their attempt to overreach.

Ji Nuan felt that right now, she was protected entirely under his wing and unable to see anything clearly. She was under his protection, but how far was this distance from his heart?

Actually, maintaining a cold, calm, and third-party view of her own relationship was good; it would be frightening if she actually became serious.

Seeing that she was silent for a long while, her gaze casually shifting toward his chest where his heart was located, Mo Jingshen pinched her chin. He pressed with slightly more force, drawing her attention back. “Ji Nuan, speak.”

Ji Nuan came back to herself. She raised her eyes to see the man patiently returning her gaze.

“What do you need to not be angry, en?” he softly coaxed.

Ji Nuan wondered as well; why exactly was she upset?

Right now, she should be questioning why he had an engagement with that woman in America, why he left America, and why exactly he married her not long after returning to Hai City.

However, right before the words left her lips, they changed: “If several months ago I didn’t beg you to return to the Yu Garden, and I didn’t express my desire to live well with you, or if I really listened to Ji Mengran’s suggestion to slit my wrists… if things really escalated to that stage, you would have agreed to divorce me, right?”

Listening to the possibilities she spoke of, Mo Jingshen’s pupils turned dark like ink; his gaze also became much colder and sharper.

“After the divorce, if you had returned to America, there would definitely be many women like An Shuyan and Ji Mengran by your side, including that ex-fiancée of yours. I’m just saying, what if you didn’t have me, who would you choose to share your life with?”

Although she knew that these words would reveal a big issue to Mo Jingshen, she still asked as though someone else was controlling her body.

America. This word kept tugging at her most sensitive nerve after her first and second life. Although she did not wish to touch it, she still could not resist the urge.

The man watched her with dark and heavy eyes. It was as though an ink-black, deep ocean was triggered—boundless and accompanied by the distinctive ocean wind.

He suddenly let go of her, releasing her from his embrace.

Before Ji Nuan could react, Mo Jingshen had already placed her down on the bed. He stood up expressionlessly, speaking indifferently, “I’ll go take an ice pack. Use it on your face tonight. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have Feng Ling accompany you to T University.”

After finishing his words, the man turned to leave the bedroom.

Ji Nuan was dumbstruck for a moment.

What did he mean?

She sat on the bed thinking for a long moment before realizing that he appeared to be angry.

Wasn’t she the angry one? How did it become him?

Ji Nuan’s heart was strangely flustered.

She had been by Mo Jingshen’s side for so long. Aside from work, although he was typically cold and indifferent, ultimately, he was always especially indulgent, warm, and gentle to her. He would occasionally be stern with her, but those were all superficial warnings. At the end of the day, he still gave in to her. He treated her unlike other people and never once used harsh words against her.

Mo Jingshen had never once gotten mad at her. This was the first time ever.

She was unable to confirm what sort of message he had heard from her earlier conjectures, leading to his suspicions. Or perhaps, when she brought up divorce and who he would choose if he were in America, did she touch onto his bottom line?

He could not have… suddenly gotten mad, right…

Ji Nuan sat in bewilderment on the bed. She was initially the one who was being patiently held and coaxed. Yet right now, she was unsure if she was supposed to coax him instead…