Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 728

Chapter 728: Your Move of Throwing Yourself into My Arms is Far More Seductive Than Any Outfit

Ji Nuan stared back at her reflection; she was dressed like a student of the Republic of China. Although she was beautiful, and Mrs. Wan Zhu was complimenting her endlessly by the side, Ji Nuan still found herself to be too thin.

She touched her own waist and came to a resolute decision in her heart; from today onwards, she would have at least two bowls of rice, one plate of vegetables, and one plate of meat for every meal.

As she considered this, she headed out of the changing room to look for the make-up artist.

There was a small balcony behind the changing room and occasionally, there would be employees smoking there. Ji Nuan knew that Mo Jingshen’s changing room was not too far away and subconsciously turned to look in that direction.

To her surprise, on the small balcony under the sunshine, was the back view of a tall and broad-shouldered man. The sight was slightly foreign, yet very familiar.

A deep-colored long coat made of thick, heavy material was hanging against his shoulders. Its collar was lined with fur and it accentuated his status. Under the sunshine, the animal hair had its own distinctive luster. He also wore a similarly colored wide brim hat over his black hair. A light-colored scarf hung from his neck down to his waist and it swayed with his movements.

She watched as he turned slightly to the side; the deep gray, three-piece suit gave him a charming silhouette. The graceful, bronze buttons were a subtle touch and under the doting love of the afternoon rays, the antique design crafted on it could be clearly seen.

He tugged his black leather gloves up and a tinkling noise came from the lighter in his hands. He then lowered his head and lit up a white cigarette.

Ji Nuan rarely saw Mo Jingshen smoke.

She recalled when she first returned from London, during the several times she saw him, he seemed to be smoking a lot. Afterward, he gradually stopped again.

From what she heard from Shen Mu, Mo Jingshen did not particularly enjoy smoking. He only did so every so often.

However, in the three years she was absent, his smoking habit had been quite strong.

The lighter was clearly a prop for the photoshoot. An employee must have seen his outfit and felt that he had to offer the great boss a cigarette. Thus, the great boss casually received it and as he waited for her to change, he decided to light it.

At this moment, she was watching Mo Jingshen’s side profile as he smoked.

The movement of his Adam’s apple as he lowered his head.

His wrists uncovered by his white, dress shirt sleeves and his black gloves.

His tightly buttoned shirt collar and his fingers as he gently loosened his necktie.

This was a fatal scene; it fired several shots against her heart, leaving her dead on the scene.

Ji Nuan was lost in her thoughts and accidentally bumped against the cleaning tools leaning against the changing room door. The tools fell with a clatter and broke her mental image of throwing herself at the great boss.

Mo Jingshen seemed to have heard the commotion on her side. He stubbed out the remaining half of the cigarette and narrowed his eyes in her direction.

When he turned back, his coat and scarf formed a charming silhouette. The image of his powerful figure slammed against her heart. Under the shadow of his wide brim hat and his black hair, his gaze was distant. His rare appearance also made him appear less restrained.

Right before her eyes, Boss Mo had become a big shot from the Republic of China’s business world. It was as though a mistake in the world had caused the Mo Jingshen that belonged to her to be replaced with this man.

The sight of him easily stole her soul away.

Yet, when the man saw her, he stared at her for a moment before approaching. Mo Jingshen sized her up and it was clear that he was questioning the taste of Ji Nuan’s outfit.

“Are you dressed for a demonstration?”

“...”

Ji Nuan touched her own good student outfit and her two braids. She couldn’t help saying with an upset expression: “I really haven’t been able to gain any weight. I’ve been far to thin in the past few months. I was supposed to be dressed as a singer far away from home, to complement your outfit as a business mogul, but right now, I can’t pull off that sort of clothing...”

Mo Jingshen suppressed a smile. He watched Ji Nuan, who had become a cultured young girl because she was unable to dress as a faraway singer. He then glanced at the unbelievably plain, light blue school uniform and long skirt she was wearing.

“This isn’t so bad. Who told you that business moguls all prefer singers? My stomach just healed. It’s not suitable for me to eat too much fanciful meat. Clear porridge and light dishes suit my tastes much more.”

“...”

Clear porridge and light dishes?

When your great-aunt first returned from London, my seductive appearance had countless men chasing after me with their eyes; is your memory deteriorating, old man?

It was just that, since her coma till now, she had lost some weight. When her figure returned to its perfect condition, she would like to see if he still dared to call her ‘clear porridge and light dishes.’

Ji Nuan refused to be his so-called ‘clear porridge and light dishes.’ She returned to the changing room to change into another Cheongsam.

Mo Jingshen waited outside the door for a moment. After returning, Ji Nuan wanted to pick her own outfit and asked for the employee to step out. Wan Zhu had also left to bring Ji Nuan some water. Right now, Ji Nuan was alone in the room.

The man saw that Wan Zhu had left the door slightly ajar. He furrowed his brows and reached out to close it, in case Ji Nuan accidentally revealed herself.

However, the moment he approached, the man caught a glimpse of what was happening inside. He kept his hand against the doorknob and did not move again.

His little woman.

She refused to admit defeat and picked up the faraway singer outfit once more. She undressed and placed it on before standing before the mirror to pose. She winked and pursed her lips, coming up with all sorts of seductive expressions. Perhaps she found this insufficient. She then tugged the dress off of one shoulder and continued posing before the mirror.

She must have felt that the braids were clashing against the outfit. She untied her hair and allowed it to flow freely down her back as she continued twisting back and forth in front of the mirror.

And so, how satisfied was she exactly with his outfit, to be this unhappy about the distance between them?

He watched as the little woman occasionally gripped the fabric around her waist to contemplate if it was better to tighten it, so she appeared less thin.

After twisting here and there for a long moment, Ji Nuan herself grew tired from winking her eyes. She glanced at the door from the corner of her eyes.

She abruptly saw the man who had been standing there since god knows when and shrieked in shock. She spun around and ran forward to slam the door shut. However, because she ran too quickly, her feet stumbled in the indoor slippers she was wearing and she fell forward. The man was unsurprised as he pushed the door open to receive the little woman as she fell into his arms.

As Ji Nuan poked her head up from his embrace, Mo Jingshen looked at her messy hair. His lips curved up into a light smile: “Your move of throwing yourself into my arms is far more seductive than any outfit.”