Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 688

Chapter 688: The Pack of Cigarettes Fell Straight Down His Bloody Trousers

It was one o’clock in the morning.

It had been five hours since Ji Nuan was sent into the ER.

The doctors hadn’t come out after five hours and the red light remained on, which showed that the operation hadn’t finished, but at least it meant that Ji Nuan had made it through the five hours.

Time ticked by. Nanheng almost killed all of Atuta’s men and finally caught him after hunting him for hours. Without a stop, he hurried to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, he saw that in the lobby of the hospital, the doctors and nurses were busy around and patients and their families kept coming and going.

He went further to the door of the ER, only to see Mo Jingshen—whose body was covered with blood—sitting on a bench.

The blood on his clothes had dried and that on his face and hands had clotted, but he didn’t wipe them off.

At this moment, this man who was always calm, wise, and powerful was suddenly like a wanderer soul in confusion. His eyes were glazed yet so deep and dark that they seemed to be able to suck you in. He sat motionlessly and was eerily quiet.

Nanheng wanted to say something. After all, it was Ji Nuan who was lying inside, but seeing Mo Jingshen being like this, he frowned and gazed at him, not approaching him.

“Boss.” K came behind him and said in a low voice, “Mrs. Mo was wounded in a vital part. It’s here.”

With that, K raised his hand and pointed to Nanheng’s neck. “Here...”

Nanheng frowned harder. “Shit, Atuta! bastard!”

“Mrs. Mo protected Mr. Mo from a gunshot with her own body...”K said in a low voice, “Now don’t mention Atuta in front of him. Otherwise, if Mrs. Mo’s life can’t be saved, I’m afraid Mr. Mo will kill...”

“Do you think he hasn’t killed before?” Nanheng said coldly. “Do you forget who shot Dali three years ago in Cambodia? He did that because of Ji Nuan. He had sworn to Grandfather Mo that he would never kill anyone, but he had broken his oath for Ji Nuan. So do you think Atuta will survive this time? I’m afraid he would cut him into pieces.”

K didn’t speak but looked worriedly at the light on the door of the ER.

“Have you notified Qin Siting?”

“Yes, Dr. Qin had an operation several hours ago. He said he would order a flight to Los Angeles. I think he will arrive tomorrow morning. And I’ve also notified Feng Ling...”

Hearing Feng Ling’s name, Nanheng paused and took a look at him. K quickly looked away and didn’t speak.

If it were something else, Feng Ling wouldn’t have come to Los Angeles, but now Ji Nuan was dying, so she would surely come.

Nanheng looked at Mo Jingshen again. After a while, he frowned, took out a pack of cigarettes, and went out of the hospital. He smoked for a long time at the gate of the hospital and came back smelling of smoke, only to see Mo Jingshen sitting there in the same position.

He walked over and threw him half a pack of cigarettes, but Mo Jingshen didn’t pick them up and the pack of cigarettes fell straight down his bloody trousers.

Seeing this, Nanheng coldly narrowed his eyes. “I’ve known you for so many years, but this is the first time I’ve seen you so flustered, but what’s the use of this? The brothers of XI Base died one by one in their missions. It’s said that men do not easily shed tears, but I cried every time one of them died. However, no matter how I hated their passing away, this is fate. There’re no miracles in the world. Those who survive will eventually survive, but for those who are doomed to die, they will die anyway even if you poke a hole in the sky...”

“Our lives are full of guns, bullets, and dangers. Ji Nuan was destined to tangle with you for the rest of her life since she rescued you from that river in Los Angeles when she was still a teenage girl. She could have had a peaceful life, but her life had completely changed since she met you! I don’t think she will regret meeting you. If she doesn’t love you, she wouldn’t have the courage to protect you from the gun with her own body! She never stopped loving you even when you two were away. You seemed to be indifferent when Mr. Zand took her to London. Now you finally admit that you love her?”

Mo Jingshen slowly closed his eyes and still sat there motionlessly. Nanheng sat opposite him and turned his eyes to the light on the door of the ER. After a while, he said, “She’s held out so long since she was sent to the hospital, so I think she might be fine. If she can hold out one day or two days more, she might be able to recover. Although she was shot in a deadly part, she wasn’t killed. Perhaps she can make it. I’m not comforting you, but I believe Ji Nuan won’t and doesn’t want to leave so easily.”

Mo Jingshen opened his eyes, looked at his hands hanging between his legs that were covered with dried blood, and seemed to hear Ji Nuan’s words as she vomited blood.

‘Do you think only you are willing to do anything for me... Do you think... only you have love...’

‘Do you think only you have love?’

These words haunted his mind and his brain was buzzing. He stiffly raised his hands and stared at the bloodstains on them.

‘Thank you for loving me both in my previous and present life. Thank you for never giving up on me.’

‘Thank you for not leaving me.’

These words had shown how carefully she loved him, how she feared he would abandon her, and how she was scared that she would never see him again.

She seemed to be strong and indifferent, but he still remembered the way she looked at him when he drove her away and told her that he had died.

She had been scared.

But he pushed her so far away when she felt the most insecure and scared.

She even threw aside her dignity to make him stay. She desperately clung to him but ended up being pushed away.

She didn’t even want to see him for the last time before she signed the divorce agreement and went to Britain.

He remembered how she said she never stopped loving him when she vomited blood in his arms and how she murmured in his arms that it hurt...

Yes.

It hurt.

Mo Jingshen’s whole heart seemed to have been fried in a pan of oil and almost split in pain.