?Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Why Aren’t You Sleeping Yet?   Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Why Aren’t You Sleeping Yet?                                   Suddenly, a phone vibration broke the awkward silence in the car.


    Mo Chen’s slender fingers lightly touched the car’s screen, and the call was answered. It was Mrs. Mo.


    “Mom, what’s up?”


    “Mo Chen, bring Miss Qiao to the manor for a meal tomorrow.”


    The man was silent for three seconds before he replied, “Hmm.”


    The call ended.


    Sitting in the passenger seat beside him, Qiao Ruoxin grew nervous. Mrs. Mo suddenly invited them both to the manor for a meal—why did it feel so ominous?


    Before she could speak, the man said in a deep voice, “It’s nothing, just a meal.”


    “Hmm, okay.”


    Suddenly, she felt a heavy sense of depression.


    Back at Jiang Residence Number One, Mo Chen dealt with business matters in his study.


    After taking a bath, Qiao Ruoxiny on the bed alone, taking out her phone to chat with Lan Ke.


    Qiao Ruoxin: [Mo’s mother has invited me to dinner tomorrow, what do you think she wants?]


    Lan Ke: [What else could she want, aside from asserting her matriarchal rights? But with Mo there, there should be no problem.]


    Qiao Ruoxin: [His mother doesn’t like me.]


    Lan Ke: [Considering how much you’ve tormented her son, it would be weird if she did like you. Don’t forget, when Mo and you got together two years ago, Mrs. Mo didn’t object.]


    Qiao Ruoxin: [I know, but I’m really nervous.]


    Lan Ke: [As long as Mo loves you, the Mo Family won’t mistreat you. You must know that Mo is adored by everyone, spoiled to no end. Only you dare to ‘abuse’ him.]


    Qiao Ruoxin: […]


    Lan Ke: [Baby Ruoxin, stop ‘abusing’ Mo, my heart aches for him these past two years.]


    Qiao Ruoxin: [Never again.]


    At that moment, the bedroom door was pushed open.


    Mo Chen returned to the bedroom, and she immediately put her phone aside.


    The man nced at her, “Why aren’t you asleep?”


    “I can’t sleep; I was waiting for you.”


    Mo Chen’s eyebrows raised slightly, “I’ll take a shower.”


    Ten minutester, the man returned to the bed wearing a dark green robe, carrying a refreshing and pleasant scent, and turned off the light.


    “Mo Chen, brother…”


    She wanted to say something to Mo Chen, but before she could finish her sentence, he rolled over and covered her body.


    “What are you doing?” Panic flickered in Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes.


    The man pressed down on her soft, boneless body, gripping her chin: “What do you think? Wasn’t I clear enough?”


    The next second, he fiercely kissed her lips.


    “Mmm…”


    Suddenly!


    Mo Chen stopped kissing and stared into her eyes, his body stiffening.


    “What’s… what’s wrong?”


    shes of video in his mind made his temples throb violently—interwined bodies of a man and a woman, and the starfish earrings on the earlobe.


    Could the eyes of the woman in the video be simr to the eyes in front of him?


    Mo Chen’s pupils shrank sharply, hisplexion whitened slightly; he stared intently at Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes.


    He held his forehead, his head feeling like it was splitting.


    He closed his eyes and let out a groan, turning over to lie on his side, looking as if in great pain.


    Qiao Ruoxin was genuinely frightened, got up, and turned on the wall light, “Mo Chen, are you okay? Should I call the doctor?”


    The man grabbed her hand firmly, with such strength it seemed he might crush it.


    “Don’t go! I’m fine, let’s sleep.”


    She was pulled into Mo Chen’s embrace, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.


    “Are you really okay?” she asked, her voice tinged with fear and a slight sob.


    Mo Chen’s lips brushed against her earlobe, whispering lowly, “I’m fine.”


    Qiao Ruoxin could feel it; he must have been reminded of something unpleasant again.


    Was it that video again? What exactly was on that video?