?Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Little Ghost,e help me tie my tie Chapter 219: Chapter 219: Little Ghost,e help me tie my tie This night, Qiao Ruoxin slept very peacefully, not waking up until daylight flooded the room.
When she opened her eyes, the man beside her had once again disappeared.
Suddenly, she saw Mo Chen walking out of the walk-in closet, and her sleepden eyes instantly brightened with spirit.
So he hadn’t left…
Mo Chen was wearing a spotlessly white shirt with ck suit trousers, as he picked up his tie and draped it under the shirt cor.
“Little Ghost,e over and help me with my tie.”
Qiao Ruoxinzily got out of bed and walked towards the man’s tall figure.
She walked on the carpet with bare feet, and the man frowned in displeasure, “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”
She smiled slightly, “I couldn’t wait to tie your tie.”
At that moment, Qiao Ruoxin only wore a strapped nightgown, with her long hair loose and messy, yet her expression was serious as she helped him with the tie.
“I’ll tie you a Windsor knot,” she said.
“Mm.”
Mo Chen slightly lifted his chin and looked down at her earnest little expression, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curling up.
Her slender fingers asionally brushed across the man’s attractive Adam’s apple.
“There, done!”
Qiao Ruoxin stepped back to admire her handiwork, a satisfied smile spreading across her face, “Not bad at all, very handsome.”
The man picked up his ck suit jacket and put it on in one swift movement, his actions exuding a burst of hormones, radiating apelling charm.
These days, due to her nurturing, his weight had increased slightly, making his figure even more attractive.
The bastard still had his charms.
Mo Chen looked up at her and said in a deep voice, “Come here for a good morning kiss.”
Truly a clingy and irascible Divine Beast.
Just as she was about to approach him, she was abruptly pulled into his embrace, hisrge hand cradling the back of her head, and he kissed her forcefully.
Initially groggy, she waspletely awakened by his intense kiss.
She could feel her cheeks flushing slightly.
When she began to feel suffocated, he finally released her, “Remember to have breakfast before you leave, okay?”
“I know, and don’te back toote tonight.”
“Mm.”
As the bedroom door closed, and Mo Chen’s tall silhouette disappeared, Qiao Ruoxin suddenly felt the vast bedroom empty and echoing.
Her heartbeat inexplicably elerated.
For some reason, she suddenly felt anxious.
She touched her chest, what did this mean? A premonition?
Sheughed helplessly at herself again, maybe she was just being over-sensitive. She headed towards the bathroom to freshen up.
…
After finishing his day’s schedule, Mo Chen was being driven home to Mo Family Residence Number One by Xiaowu.
He looked towards Xiaowu in the passenger seat, “Is there anything else scheduled for today?”
“Today’s schedule is over, we are on our way back to Mo Family Residence Number One,” replied Xiaowu.
The man lifted his wrist to check the time and said in a low voice, “Pull over to the side.”
The driver slowed down and carefully pulled the car to the side of the road.
Then, he unbuckled his seatbelt and said indifferently, “You can all get off work now.”
The driver, looking stunned, didn’t dare say anything and obediently got out of the car and left.
Mo Chen opened the car door and then opened the driver’s side door as well.
Xiaowu couldn’t help but ask, “Master Mo, do you have a private matter to attend to?”
“Yes, you can leave, I’ll drive myself,” he responded.
Xiaowu wanted to say something else, but Mo Chen had already driven away.
Watching the car gradually disappear on the street, Xiaowu felt a vague concern, after all, Mr. Mo had instructed him to protect Mo Chen closely and never leave his side.
…
It was already evening, and night had fallen.
Inside the vi.
Qiao’s mother was already sitting in the living room, waiting for Mo Chen’s arrival.
The doorbell rang with a ding-dong.
Qiao’s mother got up to open the door.
The moment she opened the door, Qiao’s mother’s body trembled slightly. Such a handsome face with such good temperament, yet behind it were those filthy and despicable deeds.
Seeing the dazed look on Qiao’s mother, Mo Chen frowned, “Aren’t you going to let me in?”
Qiao’s mother came back to her senses, “Oh,e in, please.”
The spacious vi was upied by Qiao’s mother alone, eerily quiet and somewhat strange.
Mo Chen took a casual nce at the vi, his expression cold.
“Mr. Mo, please have a seat in the dining room. Dinner has been ready for a while, just waiting for you toe.”
The man followed Qiao’s mother and took his seat in the dining room.
The atmosphere was too oppressive, so quiet that there was not a single sound.
Mo Chen sat expressionless across the dining table when the sounds of a car parking and then a door opening came from outside.
Qiao’s mother’s smile was cold, “It’s Simon, I am his stepmother, he’s like a son to me. You wouldn’t mind him joining us for dinner, would you?”
“…”
Mo Chen was expressionless, silent.
But irritation was written all over his brow.
When Simon entered the dining room and saw Mo Chen sitting there, a significant surprise shed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.
“Aunt Lan, is this the guest you invited today? I thought it was someone else,” Simon also took his seat at the table.
This did not feel like the atmosphere of a dinner, more like one of negotiation.
Mo Chen picked up a ss of red wine from the table and took a sip, his voice deep, “Just speak your mind, please.”
“Let’s talk after dinner, Mr. Mo, you haven’t touched a bite,” said Qiao’s mother.
If this wasn’t Qiao Ruoxin’s mother, he might have left already.
Mo Chen picked up the knife and fork and carelessly started cutting the goose liver on his te.
Qiao’s mother said with a smile, “I heard you studied abroad since you were young, so I specially made Western food, not sure if it suits your taste.”
He picked up a piece of goose liver with his fork with fingers that were long and elegant—every move embodying the demeanor of a noble young master.
Mo Chen spoke indifferently, “It’s quite good, thank you for the effort.”
Observing Aunt Lan’s expression, Simon wondered what was the actual purpose of tonight’s dinner.
As dessert was being served atst, Qiao’s mother finally got to the point, “Mr. Mo, do you really like our Ruoxin that much?”
Mo Chen looked up, a smirk forming on his face, atst getting to the matter at hand.
His patience had reached its limit.
“Yes, I like her.”
Qiao’s mother spoke evenly, “But I don’t think you two are suitable for each other.”
Mo Chen let out a coldugh already expecting Qiao’s mother would say this, and leaned back in his chair, “We’ve been to bed back and forth countless times. I didn’t find anything unsuitable.”
Such a bold statement shocked Qiao’s mother, “You!”
Although Qiao’s mother had braced herself, actually hearing it still angered her.
Qiao’s mother forcefully suppressed her anger, “It’s normal for young people to be deeply in love when they date.”
But the gentleness on Simon’s face also faded a bit as he sat to the side.
Mo Chen, however, let out a sneer of disdain, “I slept with your daughter—should I not take responsibility? Do you think I’m not good enough for that Little Ghost?”
“No, the Mo Family has climbed to the top of Asia; it’s we who aren’t worthy of you. Besides, your personalities aren’t suitable. She’s indeed been spoiled, and you, Mr. Mo, have a very bad temper.”
“…”
He couldn’t deny that.
His temper was bad, very irritable. But so what?
The handsome-faced man sat tautly, his expressionless gaze fixed on Qiao’s mother across from him, waiting for what she would say next.