(1) Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 95: I Won't Change! Open the Door!

“Why should I agree to do so? The one with a guilty conscience is you and not me!” Ji Nuan coldly glared at him.

The man in front of her gave a faint smile, his lips curving imperceptibly. “Do you really think Mo Jingshen is unaware of our relationship? Don’t you want to cut off all ties with me? I don’t have to explain the conditions I’ve chosen for you.”

Ji Nuan really wanted to smash the bag in her hands on his face.

She held in her anger, asking coldly, “Since you’re representing the Sheng family to attend, why is there a need for me to go?”

“It has to be you.”

“Why does it have to be me?”

“Once you go, you’ll understand.” He curled his lips mildly, smiling coldly. He did not explain further, nor did he wait for Ji Nuan to agree or disagree. After placing his mask back on, he directly entered the next hospital ward.

Ji Nuan lowered her eyes, looking toward the ground covered in the scent of disinfectant, deep in thought.

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Due to this evening party that had an ambiguous background, Ji Nuan could not sleep for the entire night.

She had thought she would finally catch a glimpse of Mo Jingshen when he came home. However, even though she only fell into an uncomfortable sleep at 2:00 a.m., she still did not see him return.

In the afternoon, she had a headache due to the lack of sleep. After showering, she changed her clothes and prepared to leave the house. However, she had only just arrived at her studio building when she saw a silver-white car parked by the side of the road.

The car windows rolled down, revealing the man’s face. Although he was extremely good looking—because he rarely went outdoors, lacked exposure to sunlight and often wore the doctor’s mask—the man’s face was strangely pale.

Ji Nuan furrowed her brows, looking unhappy. “How did you know I would be here?”

Inside the car, the man’s expression remained unchanged. It was indifferent and cold from start to finish. He glanced at the work clothes that Ji Nuan wore; it was similar to the style that office ladies would typically wear. Several hints of ambiguous, cold unhappiness showed in his eyes. “Little brat, you’ve grown up.”

“Doctor Sheng.” Ji Nuan coldly stood by the car door. “Don’t tell me you’ve always been keeping track of my movements. If it’s like this, I’m afraid I will have to report you to the police.”

The man glanced at her. “You are my companion today. Don’t the words’ Doctor Sheng’ sound too distant?”

Ji Nuan smiled coldly; her words full of knives. “Sheng Yihan.”

Sheng Yihan heard the form of address he had not heard in a long while. His pale lips curved slightly but only for the shortest of moments.

“I didn’t promise to attend that evening party with you yesterday. After considering it for a night, my answer remains unchanged; I won’t go!” Ji Nuan finished her words and no longer looked at him. She turned to leave.

She had only just turned when her vision suddenly turned black. She almost stumbled forward.

She quickly held onto the streetlight by her side, barely standing straight.

This morning she had already felt some headache. It was most likely because the wind these days was exceptionally sharp. The temperature was cold, and it often rained, carrying the cold air from the north side and causing one’s head to ache.