Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 410 - How Dare You Hit on CEO Mo’s Woman?

Chapter 410: How Dare You Hit on CEO Mo’s Woman?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The man didn’t expect the beauty on the dance floor would invite him and immediately was about to go toward her excitedly.

But before he could reach Ji Nuan, a dark figure had entered the crowd. Seeing Ji Nuan still crooking her finger at that man, Mo Jingshen’s sword-like stare shot at the man’s face. Understanding who he was, someone with sharp eyes in the crowd suddenly said, “Mo, CEO Mo?”

The Jia Lan Bar was frequented by many rich people in Hai City, so even if not everyone here could recognize Mo Jingshen, at least some people who had met him or cooperated with him could.

The bar suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and some people who had recognized Mo Jingshen began to back away.

The man who had just been seduced by Ji Nuan into the dance floor had just come up, but his hand had hardly touched hers when it was seized by the wrist.

The man froze, only to hear. “Get out!” Before he could react, he was dragged back by his business partner coming with him, who pulled him away from this “battlefield” to save him from being affected.

The man was not reconciled. There were so many men here tonight, but that beauty only waved at him. He was about to go back when his business partner whispered to him nervously, “He is the CEO of the Mo Corporation! How dare you hit on his woman?!”

Ji Nuan didn’t stop and was about to turn to the other side and hook her finger at other men. There were still some people who hadn’t recognized Mo Jingshen and were seduced to approach her.

But in the crowd’s cry of surprise, Mo Jingshen suddenly clasped Ji Nuan’s hand and took her away deadpan.

Ji Nuan didn’t struggle or resist and stumbled as she was led out of the crowd, which showed how hard he dragged her. She turned her eyes to the approaching Qin Siting, who glanced at her and gave her a sympathetic look.

But she just smiled, turned her head nonchalantly, and smiled at the crowd again. Behind her came the whistling sound of the group of men. Then she felt the bones of her wrist, which had been tightly grabbed, almost crushed, and she was yanked forward, almost hitting Mo Jingshen’s shoulder.

Ji Nuan could not see Mo Jingshen’s face but only felt that he grabbed her hand so hard and she could hardly keep up with his steps. She was dragged away from the crowd. When he got to a less crowded place, he ducked her into an empty bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Then in the next moment, he suddenly pressed her hard against the door. Her back hit the door and ached. She turned pale and looked up at his dark, cold face.

“What? You don’t care, do you? Then, why are you angry?” Ji Nuan leaned against the door, and at the same time, clung to his bosom. Controlled by him like this, she had no intention of running away or avoiding him but only smiled at him.

Without looking, she knew it was a men’s room.

Jia Lan Bar’s customers were either rich or powerful, so even the bathroom was very clean, and a faint smell of sandalwood wafted in the air.

But what she smelled first was the faint taste of his body that was the mixture of wine and the familiar, refreshing herbal smell, as always.

She was still smiling, smiling gently as if she was not provoking. Her face, which usually had no power of attack, suddenly seemed to be very aggressive. Mo Jingshen couldn’t help but blink at such a different her.

Looking into his eyes, Ji Nuan fearlessly shook off the hand that grabbed her wrist and put her two slender arms around his neck, clinging to his chest and smiling casually. “Mo Jingshen, you can continue to play “don’t care about you.” I admit that I am no match for you in cruelness and trick, but I’m better than you in self-destruction. Let’s see who will win this game!”

He coldly narrowed his eyes and stared at her, whose arms were still around his neck. “You have guts! How dare you do that in such a place?”

“I just drank and danced. Maybe I should give some chances to the men who pursue me. I was too obedient to you before. You told me to stay away from those men, and I did. I was so obedient to you that I didn’t even accept flowers from another man. Now, since you can sit next to a bar girl, why can’t I ask a man who’s interested in me to dance with me?”

Ji Nuan laughed as she spoke, looking up at him, still with her arms around his neck, speaking close to his lips, with her sweet breath touching his nose, but the smile in her eyes was cold. “After we divorce, I have nothing to do with you. You have no right to interfere in my life.”

Her dress was partly translucent, her hair was wrapped around her neck, and the faint smell of brandy, mingled with the refreshing smell of perfume soon filled the bathroom.

As Ji Nuan spoke, she leaned purposely to his lips, and he suddenly pinched her chin with a force that almost hurt her.

But there was still a fearless smile on Ji Nuan’s face. “Mo Jingshen, strangle me here if you can.”

He glared at her and seemed to really want to strangle her.

But he held back his anger.

Ji Nuan noticed that he was holding back his emotions as always. This man had so strong self-controlling ability that he always hid all his thoughts and emotions, making it impossible to know what he was thinking and what he was going to do.

He suddenly released her, took a step back, and no longer touched her, and his eyes regained their composure.

“Ji Nuan, life’s trajectory is not easy to change. You should let everything back to the origin.” His tone was indifferent, and his eyes were placid.

Ji Nuan chuckled. As the man continued to step back, she suddenly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and, when he wasn’t paying attention, or when he wasn’t even trying to do anything to her, pulled him over and pushed him hard against the wall. She pressed him hard against the wall, clutching the collar of his shirt, trying to imprison him as he did to her just now.

Mo Jingshen looked down at Ji Nuan, who controlled him with a sudden burst of strength, his cold, dark eyes drooping, looking at the woman a head shorter than him, asking in a low voice, “You think you can hold me down?”