?Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Then You Should Carry Me Up   Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Then You Should Carry Me Up                                   The night deepened, and chilling winds swept through the grand old mansion, casting an eerie atmosphere.


    Qiao Ruoxin looked at Mo Chen with some frustration, “So what do we do now? Without the map card, we’re just searching aimlessly. How long will it take to find that pink Crystal Ball?”


    “Let’s go,” he said.


    The man took her hand and continued along the corridor.


    But she held onto Mo Chen, “Or should we try to get the map card back? This ce is too big; it will take a long time to search.”


    Mo Chen looked into her worried eyes and smiled, patting her head gently, “Don’t worry, I’ve memorized the map already.”


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    A light suddenly shone in her dim eyes.


    Are geniuses always this willful? How could this guy have only nced at the map a few times and memorized it?


    “Did you really memorize it?”


    “Yes, I’m currently calcting where the boxes could be,” he replied.


    One must admit, when this guy gets serious, he’s incredibly charismatic, so handsome it’s explosive!


    Qiao Ruoxin stared at his handsome face, with a bit of admiration in her eyes.


    Truly worthy of being the man she chose. Outstanding!


    Of course, these thoughts she kept to herself, not wishing to say them out loud and risk inting Mo Chen’s ego even more.


    She and Mo Chen arrived at the mansion’s reception hall and looked around but still found no box.


    Mo Chen said, “There should be a box here. Check the room behind.”


    So they went to the room behind and from the shlight’s beam, they illuminated every corner of the room. Sure enough, they saw a box on the bed.


    Qiao Ruoxin went over to open it, only to find it empty again.


    “Why is it empty again?”


    Mo Chen closed his eyes, recalling the map card, and spoke in a deep voice, “There are only three, they won’t be that easy to find.”


    She acknowledged with a nod, realizing he was right.


    But in such a vast ancient mansion, when will they find it? And it’s pitch-ck everywhere, not a single light.


    For someone afraid of the dark, this was a nightmare.


    Suddenly, Mo Chen opened his eyes and pointed the shlight towards the stairs.


    He took her hand and started walking upstairs.


    “Slow down, I can’t walk fast in high heels,” she said.


    Although the heels weren’t very high, they still made walking somewhat difficult.


    Standing in front of the stairs, looking up at the seemingly endless steps, he looked down at her and said in a low voice, “You have two choices, one, walk up by yourself; two, I’ll carry you.”


    “…”


    This staircase was so high. If she walked up by herself, it would take half a day, and it was all in pitch darkness. If she wasn’t careful and fell, she would roll down the stairs.


    That wouldn’t just be an adventure in an ancient mansion; it would be a crime scene.


    After giving it some thought, Qiao Ruoxin spoke softly, “Then you carry me. You’re my boyfriend after all, and even if this gets aired, the audience will understand.”


    “…”


    This Little Ghost changes faces so quickly.


    The cameraman who had been following them the whole time couldn’t help butugh, thinking that this couple was endlessly sweet.


    Mo Chen chuckled softly, his gaze full of indulgence as he looked into her dark eyes, then he lifted her by the waist.


    Her slender arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and she eagerly tried to please him in a very sycophantic manner, “Isn’t it hot wearing so much? Let me fan you.”


    Qiao Ruoxin took the exquisite folding fan and fanned the man.


    Carrying her, he stepped onto the stairs, with a deep andzy voice, “It is a bit hot.”


    Mo Chen was not only holding her in his arms but also holding a shlight to light the path ahead.


    “Then let me fan you,” her voice was sweet and soft, and that delicate and beautiful little face moved closer, batting her eyelids.


    When they finally reached the upstairs, the man put her down on the ground and shone the shlight around, spotting a box under a Taishi Chair.


    His long legs carried him over in a few strides, and he opened the box to indeed find a pink Crystal Ball lying inside.


    At that moment, the voice of Little Ghost came from behind, “How is it, is it there?”


    Mo Chen took the Crystal Ball and slipped it into his pocket, then stood up with an indifferent face, and turned back to look at her, “No, it’s not.”


    “Not there again? Why is it so hard to find? With so many empty boxes, let’s go look somewhere else then,” she said.


    The man walked up to her, lifted her by the waist once more, and headed toward the stairs to the third floor.


    Qiao Ruoxin clung tightly to his neck, not forgetting to fan him, as affectionate as could be.


    In the past few days, Little Ghost had been deliberately vexing him, and he hadn’t enjoyed such treatment for a long time, so why not revel in it a bit longer.


    A faint smile appeared on the man’s lips.


    Of course, Qiao Ruoxin didn’t notice at all and was seriously looking around, afraid that something else would jump out.


    “Little Ghost.”


    “Ah?”


    “I’ll buy you a few more qipaos to wear, how about that?”


    Mo Chen seemed to have taken a fancy to watching Little Ghost wear a qipao, her figure graceful and sexy, and her demeanor bing more alluring.


    “You like that?”


    Through the darkness, she looked at the man’s profile, so this guy actually liked qipaos.


    “Mm, I like them,” he replied.


    Qiao Ruoxin chuckled lightly, “Since you like them, then… I won’t wear them!”


    Mo Chen’s dark eyes flickered with surprise, then he chuckled, that was just like Little Ghost’s true nature, always like a rebellious teenage girl.


    “Then I’ll just have to force you to wear one.”


    She raised an eyebrow, “I won’t wear it, what can you do to me? How will you force me to wear it?”


    When the man reached the third floor, he set her down on the ground to stand properly, then took a firm hold of her slender waist with hisrge palm, leaned down close, and murmured, “I’ll clean you, tie you to the bed, and then personally help you into the qipao.”


    “…”


    That was utterly perverse.


    This was the true nature of Master Mo!


    Qiao Ruoxin pped away the hand at her waist, “Why are you always so rough and simple, can’t you be a little more gentle?”


    “As long as it works,” the man’s smile now tinged with a bit of roguishness.


    Their cameraman carrying the equipment felt mixed emotions.


    Could these two show some restraint in disying their affection? Theypletely forgot about the existence of their photographer, capturing many clips that couldn’t be aired.


    Qiao Ruoxin suddenly noticed the photographer and then signalled to the man with her eyes, whispering close, “We’re recording a show, pay attention to the image, don’t talk nonsense.”


    Mo Chen justughed and walked towards the corner with the shlight.


    She hurriedly followed and saw the man stopping there, looking at a painting.


    “The woman in this painting is quite beautiful,” she noted.


    Qiao Ruoxin surveyed her surroundings; this should be a woman’s room, with a vanity and such. The painting that was hanging should be the portrait of the room’s mistress.


    The man spoke gravely, “She must have been the concubine of a military officer, and also beauties are often ill-fated.”


    “Why do you say that? Where can you tell that from?” she was a bit curious.


    Mo Chen’s expression remained calm as he casually pointed behind her, “There’s a hanging rope behind you.”