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Chapter 411: Mo Jingshen, You Are Really an Executioner Who Has a Thorough Understanding Of Me...

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Ji Nuan did not answer but looked at the man who was so close to her, and as her face drew closer to him, he frowned, and his eyes were full of warning.

She pressed him with her hands, knowing that she could not, but still pressed him. She kept looking at his face as if she had not seen him so closely for too long, as if she wanted to see clearly whether he was Mo Jingshen or not.

Mo Jingshen looked at her; his eyes were unfathomable and unmoved. He said flatly, “I don’t want to see what happened tonight happen again. Today’s Ji family is no longer able to protect you. If you keep being like this, you’ll regret it.”

Was he worried about her?

Ji Nuan laughed again and suddenly released the collar of his shirt. She did not tidy up the untidy skirt or the hair tangled on her neck but raised her hand to turn the handle of the door with a sneer. She opened the door of the bathroom, only to see Qin Siting, who seemed to have been standing outside for a long time.

Qin Siting had a cigarette in his hand that had not yet burnt out. When he saw Ji Nuan walk out like this, he immediately raised his eyebrow.

But Ji Nuan walked past him without saying a word, her eyes flitting over him.

The bar was still bustling, and Ji Nuan walked through the crowd. Those men who had coveted her were looking for other targets on the dance floor. When they spotted her walking out alone, two of them immediately followed her.

However, before they could approach her, two bodyguards in black suddenly stopped them. Watching the beauty walk away, the two men felt chagrin and pity, but the two bodyguards looked so tough, and they didn’t dare to mess with them.

The two bodyguards then went to the door, watching Ji Nuan leave. When Mo Jingshen came out, the bodyguards whispered to him, “Madam went into the hotel in front and hasn’t come out yet.”

Mo Jingshen didn’t speak. When Qin Siting followed him out, he cast a glance at him.

Qin Siting said deadpan, “Don’t look at me. She is not my woman. I don’t care whether she wants to stay in the nearest hotel for a night or climb onto the roof of the hotel to kill herself. After all, this hotel...” He looked up and remained deadpan. “...is really high.”

“And...” Qin Siting continued to speak expressionlessly, “Although this hotel is a five-star, it’s near the bar street. I think there must be all kinds of people in it. Ji Nuan went in dressed like that and couldn’t even walk steadily because she’s drunk. If someone drags her into a room, no one would know of it...”

Mo Jingshen coldly stared at him without a word and then turned his eyes to the two bodyguards standing at the door.

One of the bodyguards hesitated and said, “Mr. Mo, it’s not convenient for us to enter Mrs. Mo’s room...”

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Ji Nuan didn’t want to go back to the Yu Garden like this, in case Auntie Chen would be worried about her or even call Grandfather Mo and ask him to come over when she saw her in such a mess.

She didn’t want to go anywhere. After walking out of the bar, she went to the hotel across the street, checked in, took the room card, and walked into the elevator. Under the curious stares of the public, she floated into the room like a wandering soul.

As she came in, she turned on the lights and the air conditioner as well. Her clothes smelled of wine, she frowned and went straight to the bathroom.

She went into the bathroom, turned on the showerhead and, to wake herself up, turned on the cold water.

She didn’t wash for long and just wanted to sober herself up. She had just turned off the water and wrapped the towel around her, and before she could dry her hair, she heard the door open.

Was there anything wrong with the security of this hotel? Why would someone else open her room?

Ji Nuan poked her head out and met his eyes.

That was right. The only person who could get into her room at the hotel was her current legal husband.

Seeing the towel on her body and her long hair still dripping with water, Mo Jingshen walked into the door, put a bag of clothes and the midnight snack he had bought downstairs from the hotel on the table nearest the door, and threw the long white dress she had left outside the bathroom into the trash can.

“I thought you’d send someone else over to see if I’d jump down from the roof or climb up to the balcony or something.” Ji Nuan went back to the bathroom, took out a towel, wiped her hair, and walked out. Then she leaned against the door of the bathroom and looked indifferently at the man’s cold and stern face. “I didn’t expect you to come by yourself.”

Mo Jingshen took a look at her, saying, “You are not the kind of unreasonable person. You should calm down after venting out. You don’t have to do ridiculous things and make others worry about you.”

She blinked her eyes and let the water mist in her eyes disperse to see the man clearly.

“Mo Jingshen, am I very strong in your eyes? How can you hurt and insult me over and over again?”

“At least you’re not weak.”

Ji Nuan lowered her eyes, and her voice was faint as if she had no emotion. “Is there anything else you want to say to me?”

Mo Jingshen did not speak.

“Or, you had waited too long for me to give up, so you already have nothing to say to me, right?”

His tone was still calm and emotionless. “Yes.”

Ji Nuan laughed. “You promised me you would never divorce me and said we wouldn’t part till dead. It turns out that these words were just lies.”

“It’s not a lie.” Mo Jingshen looked into her clear and gentle eyes, saying coldly, “You can take it as that the Mo Jingshen you love has already died in that car accident. And the one in front of you is no longer the Mo Jingshen you knew.”

Ji Nuan’s pupils immediately constricted, and she stared at him, at his face. Then, gradually, her eyes turned bloodshot.

She froze for a long time before she said word by word, “Mo Jingshen, you are really an executioner who has a thorough understanding of all my muscles and veins. You can easily handle my weakness and know how to drive me into utter despair.”

Mo Jingshen looked at her red eyes. His figure reflected in her eyes, but gradually covered by redness.

His eyes seemed to be calm and gentle yet exceptionally chilly and cruel at the same time.

She looked at this man, feeling that all the pain accumulated on the depth of her heart for a long time suddenly pierced her like ten thousand arrows penetrating her heart at the same time. The sharp pain invaded her senses and made her almost breathless.

She took a deep breath and rushed forward, her hands clutching his collar hard, looking up at his face so close to her.