?Chapter 254: Chapter 254: Do I Make You Feel Suffocated?   Chapter 254: Chapter 254: Do I Make You Feel Suffocated?                                   Qiao Ruoxin arrived at the downstairs living room, waiting for Simon’s person to pick her up.


    “Miss Qiao, the noodles are ready.”


    “Mm, I’ll be right there.”


    She nced at the time, it shouldn’t arrive so quickly, there was still time to eat before leaving.


    Just as she entered the dining room, her phone rang. She answered, “Hello?”


    “The car is here, just outside Jiang Mansion No. 1,e out.”


    “Mm, got it, wait a few minutes.”


    Still calm, Qiao Ruoxin sat down, ate a few bites of noodles, then got up and left.


    Ever since their rtionship went public, Mo had given her quite a bit of freedom, after all, being attached to his name was the safest, no one dared touch Qiao Ruoxin.


    Therefore, there were no bodyguards forcibly following her now.


    Qiao Ruoxin got into the ck luxury car and nced at the driver, “Where did Simon tell you to take me?”


    “Lawrence said, ‘You’ll know when you get there.''”


    “…”


    About an hourter, they finally arrived.


    The driver opened the door for her, and after getting out, she looked up at the building in front of her. It had a very unique design, quite eerie, like a museum.


    Qiao Ruoxin was led by a servant into the garden.


    She saw Simon leaning on a swing bed reading a book, exuding a rxed and leisurely vibe.


    “Where is the original video?” she asked directly.


    Simon put the book aside and sat up straight, “Won’t you ask where I found it?”


    “Where?”


    Simon saw through her little trick with a nce andughed, “I didn’t find it.”


    Qiao Ruoxin was instantly furious, “What did you say? You’re ying me!”


    She turned to leave in a huff, but Simon stood up and grabbed her wrist, “If I didn’t say that, would you havee obediently?”


    She shook off Simon’s hand, “You’re sick! Wasting my time!”


    “Aunt Lan asked me to tell you two things.”


    “I don’t want to hear it!”


    Qiao Ruoxin just wanted to leave quickly, but Simon once again caught her slender arm, “You have to listen even if you don’t want to, there’s no choice.”


    “…” She snorted coldly, “Hurry up and say it!”


    “First, Aunt Lan said after much investigation, the teenage hotel suicide case from over ten years ago was done by Mo Chen. Second, you’re not Mo Chen’s first love, he had a woman during his university years.”


    Qiao Ruoxin’s face was calm, unruffled, “Are you done talking? Then let go.”


    Simon smiled, “You don’t believe a word?”


    She forcefully retrieved her wrist, looking at the reddened mark, she frowned, “I’ll tell you two things too. First, I want to see evidence! Second, if you keep ying me like this, you’ll never have a chance again!”


    “Evidence, is it? That teenage suicide case has been mostly destroyed; finding evidence won’t be easy. But as for the woman he was with during university, that evidence is quite easy to find.”


    Qiao Ruoxin had no interest in engaging with him, “Thene talk to me when you have evidence.”


    Simon watched her, “Stay for dinner, Aunt Lan is cooking for you.”


    “What if I don’t?”


    “Then it’s back to repeating the same actions of thest two years, keeping you imprisoned.”


    Upon hearing the word ‘imprisoned,’ Qiao Ruoxin’s reaction was somewhat strong, “This is the Imperial Capital!”


    “So, behave and stay for dinner. Even thew here won’t reach me,” he said with an insolent, brazen smile.


    Qiao Ruoxin pulled out her phone to make a call, only to find no signal. Was the signal being blocked?


    She wondered if the ne Mo Chen designed could still be of any use.


    …


    Evening.


    An eerily quiet dining room.


    Qiao’s mother and Simon sat opposite each other at the dining table, looking for all the world as if they were the mother and son.


    Qiao Ruoxin nced at the dishes on the table, which were indeed all her favorites.


    “You didn’t poison the food for me too, did you?” Her tone was full of irony.


    Qiao’s mother immediately felt a chill in her heart, “How can you talk like that? I’m your mother, how could I possibly poison you!”


    Qiao Ruoxin gave a faint smile, “Well, since Mo Chen isn’t your biological son, you thought it was alright to poison him?”


    Qiao’s mother, at a loss for words, had aplex look in her eyes.


    “This fish soup is your favorite, have some more,” Qiao’s mother served her a small bowl of fish soup.


    An hourter, the dinner finally ended.


    Qiao Ruoxin felt as if she were chewing wax the whole time, with no appetite at all.


    She nced at the time; it was eight o’clock at night. If she didn’t return soon, Mo Chen would probably lose his temper.


    “Can I go back now?”


    “Xinxin…”


    Qiao’s mother had only called out when she got up and left the dining room directly.


    …


    Jiang Mansion No. 1, living room.


    Mo Chen sat on the couch with a dour look, waiting for that Little Ghost.


    He lifted his wrist to check his watch; it was almost nine o’clock, with no sign of her returning.


    His cell phone was unreachable, and she didn’t let the bodyguard follow her.


    The man’s jaw was tightly clenched as if he were holding back the fury in his chest.


    The vi was as silent as the grave, with no sound and not even the lights on.


    Suddenly, there was the sound of a car stopping outside.


    Then, the crisp sound of high heels.


    The man’s eyes, dark as still water, finally stirred, and, pressing his lips together, he straightened up, took a cigarette, ced it between his lips, lit it, and clouds of smoke swirled around him.


    Qiao Ruoxin entered the living room to find it pitch ck, thinking no one was there.


    She got a shock after turning on the light.


    Because Mo Chen was lounging on the sofa, smoking, his entire aura almost merging with the darkness.


    Qiao Ruoxin walked up to the couch, “Brother Mo Chen, why didn’t you turn on the light?”


    The man nced up at her, “Where have you been?”


    “Oh… I went out for dinner.”


    “Not answering your phone?” There was nothing but anger in the man’s steady voice.


    Qiao Ruoxin straddled him, sitting on hisp, shing a sweet smile, “Maybe my phone died, I didn’t notice.”


    She cooed,ying her chin on his shoulder, kissing his cheek, “Won’t you stop being angry? Have you had dinner? Shall I make something for you?”


    The man pped her pert behind hard, his voice angry, “You’re not allowed to not answer your phone ever again!”


    “I know, stop hitting me, it hurts…” Her voice was soft and sweet.


    Mo Chen held her tender body close, inhaling the faint scent of the young girl on her, and his restlessness gradually subsided.


    “Little Ghost…”


    “Huh?”


    He tightened his arms around her and said gravely, “Am I not good to you?”


    “No, you are very good to me! No one treats me better than you do!”


    She sat up straight and met Mo Chen’s eyes, deep and dark as ink.


    Mo Chen let out a self-deprecating chuckle, “But I don’t allow you a second out of my sight, does such possessiveness stifle you?”


    Her heart trembled, she paused for a second, then shook her head with a smile, “Because I like you, it doesn’t.”


    The man’s pupils suddenly constricted, his voice husky, “Say that again, hm?”