Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1131: The Story of Ling and Heng (394)

Just as Li Nanheng had said, when Feng Ling met Ji Nuan at T University, she immediately tugged her clothes apart and checked her wounds thoroughly. She had knitted her brows in heartache at the wounds that had healed on the surface but left scars that would take time to fade.

Thankfully, Feng Ling was not the kind to say much. She answered Ji Nuan’s questions directly and did not hold any negative feelings about it. The conversation slowly shifted onto the event they would be attending tonight.

“It’s an evening party hosted by the old CEO Mr. Kai. His company, the EP Group, is considered an overseas Chinese enterprise. Previously, our studio had some interactions with them. We also recently signed a partnership contract with them. Mr. Kai’s family has moved back from America, and they’ve only just settled down in T City. They’ve invited various of the important partners to visit his home for a meal and some drinks. It’ll be a simple party hosted at his home, although it might be somewhat crowded.”

“Are you going to select a gown now?”

“There’s no need for a gown. Mr. Kai emphasized that this will only be a home party. He would like the guests to be friendly, and he doesn’t want this to be a grand affair. It’ll be fine to just dress a little formal.”

Feng Ling saw that Ji Nuan’s expression was radiant with happiness and understood that she had completely cleared her conflict with Mr. Mo. Now that their cold war had ended, Feng Ling naturally felt herself relaxing as well. Previously, it had been difficult watching Ji Nuan cling onto her facade of composure. As she thought, one would only feel at ease when everything was resolved.

Previously, the sight of Ji Nuan sitting in a daze by the condo window had really caused her heart to ache.

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That evening, 6.30 p.m..

As a wealthy man in T City, Mr. Kai’s villa covered two thousand square meters of land.

Although it was already winter, the weather was great. The sky was clear and the stars were visible. The temperature also was not as cold as they had expected. There were many guests invited and most of the women still chose to dress in gowns. In the well-lit villa, everyone’s expression was radiant and eye-catching.

There were well-trained servers arranging the expensive and delicate desserts and beverages.

The guests continued filing in and the crowd slowly increased.

By 7.30 p.m., the courtyard was crowded and boisterous.

Mr. Kai had just left the study room on the second floor of the main building. Qin Siting and Li Nanheng, whom the elder had specially invited to the room for a heart to heart talk, were standing by the windows. Qin Siting was looking at the crowd while Li Nanheng stood closer to the air vent to light a cigarette.

Glancing at the crowd of young women chattering downstairs, Qin Siting was about to reach for his phone when he noticed a woman alighting from a car ahead. When he gained a clear look of the woman’s face, he immediately chuckled meaningfully: “Nanheng, look who’s here.”

Li Nanheng held the cigarette between his fingers and turned mildly to the direction Qin Siting was pointing at. When he saw that it was actually Feng Mingzhu, his expression did not change. “It seems like she received news from the elder’s men and found out about my whereabouts.”

Qin Siting chuckled and sat down on the couch. He casually flipped through the confidential arms trade contract elder Kai had sincerely invited them to look through and glanced up at him. “Why don’t you personally go down to entertain her? It seems like this Miss Feng is truly very set on you.”

“Me? I think it’s much better if you go. Doctor Qin’s appearance is comparable to that of Pan Yue’s [1. Pan Yue is a famous Chinese poet known for his good looks.]. In order to gain a single look at you, wealthy young ladies have faked all sorts of illnesses enough to line up outside your clinic. I say, why don’t you help me get rid of this Feng Mingzhu? Let her spend her thoughts on you instead.”

Qin Siting lifted one corner of his lips. His clear and relaxed gaze was filled with ridicule. “How could I possibly dare to? After all, the eldest Miss Feng has been fond of you for so many years. I can’t possibly go seduce a young lady in love.”

Li Nanheng sneered and carelessly stubbed out his cigarette on the ashtray by the side. A soft hissing sound filled the air before silence returned.

“It’s not as if Doctor Qin has any women by his side. Recently, it seems like Shi Niange also has no plan whatsoever of being involved with you. We can’t possibly leave you alone forever.”

Li Nanheng approached Qin Siting’s side as he spoke.

Feng Mingzhu had just walked through the villa entrance and was greeting the people who frequently interacted with the Feng family. Further away, a familiar car had just come to a stop. The backseat door opened and Ji Nuan, who was dressed in a feminine business style, high fashion white suit alighted. When everyone heard that she was the famous Mrs. Mo, a crowd immediately formed around her.

Only Li Nanheng’s gaze was fixed on the figure that had casually alighted from the driver’s seat.

Feng Ling was dressed in a white dress shirt and black jeans, with a simple and short velvet coat over it. As usual, she wore the black shoes she usually liked the most. Her charisma clearly informed the people around her not to approach. She was simple and neat without any makeup; even her hair was left as it is. She followed behind Ji Nuan and, when necessary, she lifted her arm to block off the crowd of people closing in around them. Her gaze was indifferent but she maintained some surface level of politeness as she informed the people to back off a little, and to first let Mrs. Mo in before crowding around her.

Qin Siting noticed that Li Nanheng seemed to be looking out of the windows especially seriously and turned away from the contract to follow his gaze.

When he saw that it was Ji Nuan and Feng Ling, he lifted his brows in understanding. He then commented: “The colour of Feng Ling’s scarf is not bad. It’s rare to see her wear red.”

Indeed, Feng Ling, who was heading in with Ji Nuan, had surprisingly wrapped a red scarf around her neck. The colour was compatible with her mostly black outfit and carried the European taste young women these days were fond of.

“Indeed, it’s not bad.” Li Nanheng lifted one corner of his lips.

Qin Siting lifted his well-defined brows casually. “It’s rare for her to have these sorts of things. Could it be that Ji Nuan was so enthusiastic that she knitted a scarf specially for her?”

Li Nanheng: “Do you think Ji Nuan had the time to knit a scarf?”

“That’s strange then. This doesn’t seem very aligned with Feng Ling’s usual habits,” Qin Siting intentionally teased, hiding a smile. “Could it be that some wild man was worried she would catch a cold and specially gifted it to her?”

The so-called wild man glanced at him coldly.

Qin Siting put on an exaggerated expression of understanding: “Aiyo, don’t tell me that wild-man is you?”

Li Nanheng coldly harrumphed. As he turned back to Feng Ling’s figure and the warm red colour on her neck, a hint of satisfaction flashed past his eyes.