novelaction Chapter 24 He's angry, and it seems pretty serious.
Chapter 24 He's angry, and it seems pretty serious.
No wonder he was so happy, his face was practically beaming with joy. It turns out he got to talk to Chen Qing.
He twisted the phone in his hand so hard that it instantly became scrap metal.
Blood trickled down his arm from his palm. He stood up expressionlessly, took a tissue and wiped his hands casually, never once glancing at Yu Nanqing.
Having witnessed too many such scenes, Yu Nanqing almost immediately sensed something was amiss. Her pupils flickered slightly, and after a moment, she slowly stood up, put her feet off the sofa, and sat properly in the corner.
She felt uneasy, and fear made her heart pound.
In those few seconds of quiet waiting for her trial, she felt as if her soul was ascending to heaven.
She only realized that her meeting with Chen Qing that afternoon had been posted online when the system notified her.
She should have realized this sooner; Chen Qing was, after all, the president of the Chen Group, an undeniable force in the business world.
It's perfectly normal for photos to be posted online.
The system frantically urged her to give in, as if it were more afraid of her dying than she was of it.
Her thoughts raced, and she swallowed hard. Before Shen Mochen could look up at her, she moved over and hugged him, ignoring the fierce aura emanating from him, and called him "husband" in a sweet voice.
Shouting wouldn't do any good, so she tiptoed and tried to kiss his cheek. Seeing that he didn't push her away or soften his expression, she felt a tightness in her chest and boldly kissed his thin lips.
Only after she was pinned down on the sofa and counterattacked did her heart finally settle down.
At least the honey trap is still working for now.
As the kiss deepened, he bit her lip hard, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her. "Am I being too good to Qingqing?"
Yu Nanqing froze, reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, her eyes brimming with tears, "Next week is my sister's birthday, I was just asking him what she likes."
“Heh…” Shen Mochen suddenly scoffed, and after a moment he slowly spoke again, “Last Saturday was my birthday, how come Qingqing didn’t remember? Hua Kongque has only been back for less than a month, and Qingqing has already prepared a gift for her, even going so far as to disregard her husband’s feelings and go to ask her lover for her preferences.”
"Yu Xiaoqing, you really know how to annoy people."
Yu Nanqing was stunned. Last Saturday was Shen Mochen's birthday?
When he said that, she suddenly remembered that Shen Mochen had been saying and doing strange things that day. Was he hinting at something to her?
But she really doesn't remember.
Besides, they only broke the ice six months ago; before that, she completely ignored him, treating him like air or a demon.
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Shen Mochen was angry, really angry.
He left home after making those harsh remarks last night and didn't return until this morning, still smelling strongly of blood.
Yu Nanqing woke up very early and sat up as soon as he entered the room.
But Shen Mochen didn't rush over to hug and kiss her as usual. Instead, he glanced at her lightly and went into the bathroom.
Her brow twitched slightly, her fingers twisted into a pretzel shape, and suddenly she felt very worried.
When he came out of the bathroom, he was even dressed neatly. He didn't ask her to touch his abs, he didn't force her to wear his tie, and he didn't tell her to stay home and wait. He just left without a word.
Yu Nanqing sat blankly on the edge of the bed, her brows slowly furrowing, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
Having gotten used to being pestered by Shen Mochen, she felt a little uncomfortable with his sudden coldness.
After washing up and going downstairs, Shen Mochen had already gone to the company.
"Madam is awake." Aunt Chen called out as she came downstairs.
Yu Nanqing nodded, sat down in the kitchen chair, ate a couple of bites of her sandwich, and after holding her tongue for a long time, finally asked, "Aunt Chen, did Shen Mochen say anything just now?"
"Hmm? The master didn't say anything, what's wrong?" Aunt Chen looked up at her, and seeing her worried look, she guessed that the two of them had probably had a fight.
She put down the handkerchief in her hand and sat down opposite Yu Nanqing. "If Madam wants to do anything, why don't you go and deliver lunch to Master at noon?"
Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback, pondered for two seconds, and then shook his head.
She shouldn't go and upset him. Shen Mochen already dislikes her, and if she goes along with him, she'll just become cannon fodder.
After breakfast, she took the dried meat and went to play with Qiuqiu.
With no chains on her feet, she tentatively walked into the yard, and the good news was that no one stopped her.
Upon realizing this, her depressed mood immediately improved considerably, and she even began to wonder if Shen Mochen had already lost patience with her and was now ignoring her.
She held the little ball and threw it farther and farther.
The man and the dog then naturally moved step by step towards the outside of the yard.
"lady."
As soon as her foot touched the courtyard gate, a faint voice sounded behind her, startling her so much that she quickly pulled her foot back. Then, as if nothing had happened, she continued to play with Qiuqiu and walked back, occasionally glancing at Yi Yan, who stood quietly watching her from the side.
After wandering around the yard until she got tired, she went upstairs and lay on the tatami mat, idly basking in the sun.
The image of Shen Mochen asking her with red eyes why she didn't remember his birthday last night involuntarily flashed into her mind.
Her heart skipped a beat, her brow furrowed slightly, and she couldn't sit still any longer, so she simply got up.
She didn't remember much about her original world, only that she was a painter in a small studio and that she died after falling from a building.
Although her memory was hazy, she subconsciously felt that she should go back, that she had to go back.
Her thoughts swirled as she stared at the drawing paper laid out on the table, and when she picked up the brush, it felt like a long time had passed.
Having spent so much time with Shen Mochen, she can now sketch his general outline even without looking at him.
She drew a half-body portrait, and it took her an entire afternoon to complete the draft.
She hadn't been this focused in so long that she continued drawing engrossed in it even when Aunt Chen came to call her for dinner.
When she got up, her back and neck ached. She frowned, rubbed her back, and then put away her drawings before going downstairs.
Shen Mochen was unexpectedly not there, and Aunt Chen handed her the yogurt she drank before the meal.
Without Shen Mochen's supervision, she ate a couple of bites and then put down her chopsticks.
Qiuqiu lay obediently at her feet, wagging its tail when she petted its head.
As night fell, the temperature dropped sharply. She wrapped herself in a blanket and lay on the sofa watching TV, her feet, which Shen Mochen used to hold in his arms to keep warm, tucked into Qiuqiu's fur.
Eating cookies while watching cartoons was so relaxing.
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Shen Mochen, who was staring at the surveillance footage, was leaning lazily on the sofa in the private room, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his slightly narrowed eyes revealing a hint of coldness.
Yu Xiaoqing is truly a cold-blooded and ruthless woman.
He was furious, but she was still carefree and relaxed.
Sure enough, he was dispensable to her.
He'd rather wait for the next life than try to coax people.
He's such a loser, all love-struck fools. If he doesn't get to kiss her glistening red lips for a day, he gets restless.
He let out a soft sigh, flicked the ash off his cigarette, grabbed his coat, and prepared to humiliatingly go back and beg for peace.