?Chapter 238: Chapter 238: You’re an unprofessional female ghost, you’rete.   Chapter 238: Chapter 238: You’re an unprofessional female ghost, you’rete.                                   Qiao Ruoxin suddenly opened her eyes, she even heard the struggle in the man’s tone.


    She sat upright, seriously and earnestly defending herself for once, “Mo Chen, brother, I can tell you the truth, nothing happened, if anything had happened with Simon, I wouldn’t havee back to you.”


    A shadow of gloom instantly enveloped Mo Chen’s handsome features.


    If anything had happened, she wouldn’t havee back to him?


    Just the thought of such a possibility was enough to make him furious.


    Since Qiao Ruoxin’s return, he had been restraining himself from thinking about her past two years.


    But the more he tried to restrain himself, the more he couldn’t help thinking about it, and the more he thought, the more he wanted to control himself. It was a vicious cycle.


    Eventually, Mo Chen responded indifferently, “Mmm…”


    After soaking in the hot spring for an hour, the man walked her to the door of the guest room, his dark eyes filled with much dissatisfaction.


    Qiao Ruoxin stepped forward and gently hugged his body, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear, “I will really climb into your bed in the middle of the night, let you experience the terror of the ghost Sadako.”


    Lord Mo’srge hand gripped her waist, “Then Daddy will show you how a ghost is vited.”


    She pushed the man’s body away with contempt in her eyes, “You have such a heavy taste.”


    Having said that, she turned around and went back into the room, closing the door behind her.


    The manughed softly at the closed door, then turned and left.


    …


    One in the morning.


    Qiao Ruoxin sneaked out of the guest room with a sneaky look.


    But she was not in a hurry to crawl into that dog man’s bed, she wanted to go to Lord Mo’s secretboratory.


    She carefully looked around as she made her way to the door of the secretboratory.


    The door exuded a high-tech feel, with fingerprint, iris, password, face recognition, all sorts of unlocking features.


    Qiao Ruoxin could only try the password unlock, but what was the password?


    After racking her brains for a long time, she finally decided to try Lord Mo’s birthday; she entered the password, wrong, only three attempts left.


    “What could it be? My birthday?”


    Qiao Ruoxin wasn’t very sure but entered her own password anyway, wrong.


    Only two attempts left!


    She began to search her mind incessantly for any memory connected to Mo Chen.


    Suddenly, she remembered a day two years ago when Mo Chen took her here but wouldn’t let her in.


    He also didn’t let her see the password when he was entering it; she was curious what it was, and Mo Chen said just three words: “anniversary.”


    Anniversary… anniversary… what anniversary?


    Got it!


    Qiao Ruoxin had a sh of inspiration!


    She then entered a password, and sure enough, it worked!


    It was the anniversary of Einstein’s death.


    He was the scientist Lord Mo admired the most.


    After entering theboratory, Qiao Ruoxin felt a suffocating sensation; it seemed that no one had been in here for a while, the air wasn’t circting.


    Once inside, Qiao Ruoxin began to look for theputer control area.


    She found it, but theputer was also password-protected andpletely unhackable.


    Even a hacker would need seven days and nights to crack this.


    After much effort, she ultimately gave up and left theboratory.


    …


    On her way back, suddenly a middle-aged man’s voice came from behind, “Miss Qiao…”


    Qiao Ruoxin turned around in fright, her face filled with terror, but after seeing it was the butler, she breathed a sigh of relief.


    “Uncle Zhang, you scared me to death.”


    “Miss Qiao, why are you not sleeping sote? What are you doing here?” the butler asked.


    She feignedposure in her response, “Nothing much, just couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d take a walk.”


    “You should go back and sleep, it’s gettingte.”


    “Yes, okay.”


    Qiao Ruoxin turned to leave, but after a few steps, she turned back, “Uncle Zhang, may I ask you some questions?”


    The butler stopped walking, “Miss Qiao, please go ahead.”


    “Before Mo Chen had his car ident two years ago… did he do anything unusual?”


    The butler thought for a moment, “There were some abnormalities. Mr. Mo was extremely irritable those days. After receiving an anonymous email, he lost control of his emotions as if something had provoked him. He drove away and didn’te back for three days. By the time we found him, he had already been in a car ident and was in the hospital.”


    Driving continuously for three days? No wonder he would have been driving while exhausted.


    Unable to help herself, Qiao Ruoxin continued to inquire, “Did he say anything?”


    The butler replied, “He did not, but I vaguely remember that while Mr. Mo was unconscious in the hospital, there was a flight attendant who stayed by his side all the time. It’s said that she saved Mr. Mo, but I found her rather strange.”


    “How was she strange?”


    Trying hard to recall the situation at that time, the butler said, “I remember her visiting Mr. Mo at the hospital every day and crying, saying that if Mr. Mo really never woke up, she would never be able to forgive herself. I don’t know where all that guilt and remorse came from. It was quite strange.”


    A shiver ran through Ruoxin, and aplex mix of emotions spread in her eyes.


    …


    On her way back, Ruoxin pondered continuously.


    The acts of Lin Xi back then were also really strange. Where did that guilt and remorsee from?


    She arrived at the door of Mo Chen’s bedroom and noticed that it was ajar.


    Ruoxin pushed the door open and entered to find the room pitch ck. Had he fallen asleep?


    She groped in the dark until she reached therge bed and saw Mo Chen lying on it, appearing to be asleep.


    The next second, a man’s arm yanked her down, and she fell onto the bed, with him pressing her beneath him.


    “You little ghost, not dedicated to your job, arrivingte,” the man spoke with a hint of displeasure.


    Ruoxin’s eyes widened, “You weren’t asleep? I thought you were.”


    He let out a disdainful snort ofughter, “How can I sleep with a ‘ghost’ like youing to scare me?”


    “So… is it toote for me to scare you now?” she couldn’t help butugh.


    The man kissed her lips lightly, “Come on, I’m waiting with bated breath.”


    Then, without any hesitation, Ruoxin bit down on the man’s shoulder. It had been a while since shest bit him, and she had missed it dearly.


    Mo Chen grunted suddenly, caught off guard. He really hadn’t expected this Little Ghost to pull this move.


    “Why are you biting again? Have you developed a habit?”


    “All ghosts bite, especially the kind that bites hard enough to draw blood, the scariest kind.”


    Even as she justified herself, the man held her jaw a little too firmly, “If you dare draw blood from me, I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed by noon tomorrow.”


    “…”


    She was frightened now, considering she had a performance scheduled for the next day.


    “Mo Chen, let’s sleep, I’m tired,” Ruoxin said.


    The man held her soft body and chuckled low, “Scared? Giving up so soon?”


    “I’vee to your bed in the middle of the night, what more do you want?”


    She thought this man had insatiable energy, working all day and still being so lively at night.


    Mo Chen shamelessly retorted, “To me, this is just the beginning.”


    “…” she murmured softly, “But I have work tomorrow.”


    “Just once, okay?”


    “…”