Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 939 - The Story of Ling and Heng (202)

Chapter 939: The Story of Ling and Heng (202)

“Are you... inconvenient?” Looking at his cold and impatient face, Feng Mingzhu tried to peep into the door.

But he was so tall that she couldn’t even reach his shoulders in high heels. She could only see the beautiful chandelier in the room but nothing else.

Feng Ling was squatting and leveling up the carpet, not paying attention to their conversation. Seeing that Boss Li seemed to be talking to someone, she got up and went back to the bedroom after fixing the carpet so as not to disturb him.

“There is nothing inconvenient, but if Miss Feng enters the door, it is really inconvenient.” The man’s tone was alienated and indifferent.

Feng Mingzhu clenched her bag and looked into his eyes. She planned to get close to him step by step, but he seemed to have absolutely no desire to see her again. She bit her lips and said, “Nanheng, can you let me in? Let’s have a talk. It’s not convenient for us to talk like this.”

“What do you want to talk about?” The man leaned casually on the door frame, with one hand in his trouser pocket.

“Talk about our...” Feng Mingzhu paused and said, “Nanheng, we were engaged. No matter why you refused to marry me, we were playmates since childhood, right? I remember that when I was a teenager, my family and I went to visit your family in the Chinese New Year, I couldn’t sleep at night and went out alone. As a result, I accidentally fell into an underground warehouse. No one noticed me for a few hours, but you found me and helped me out, and since then, I had been hoping that I could grow up quickly because only after I grew up, I could marry you, Nanheng, I really...”

Finally confessing her love to him, Feng Mingzhu had never been so excited. She had been waiting for him for many years. She always thought he liked her. When he rescued her out of the warehouse at that time, she was almost frozen, but his arms were so warm and he was so tall. Her family said that she would marry him in the future. She had early put her whole heart on him. No man could attract her eyes except for Li Nanheng.

Li Nanheng put his hand in his trousers pocket and looked at her indifferently. “I want to correct that the third generations of the Feng family and the Li family have a marriage engagement but not between you and me, and I have never refused to marry you because I have never been asked to marry you. I know you just because our families are on good terms and there is nothing else between us.”

“The Feng family only has one daughter and that is me!” Feng Mingzhu felt she couldn’t breathe.

“Really?” Li Nanheng asked coldly.

Feng Mingzhu took a long breath. “Don’t tell me you’re going to marry my dead sister! That’s ridiculous! She died when she was only one year old. Nanheng, why would you rather marry a child who died more than ten years ago than give me a chance? I’ve never offended or pestered you. I just never hid my love for you. That’s because I don’t want to conceal my love for you! I rejected so many men for you. Even if you don’t want to marry me, I’m still waiting for you. And I always wanted to find a chance to talk to you...”

He still leaned on the door, lit a cigarette, and said indifferently, “I’m sorry, I can’t respond to your love.”

Feng Mingzhu realized something from his expression. As if being splashed with cold water, all of her pride and self-confidence were extinguished at once.

“Do you already have someone you love?” she almost choked out.

Li Nanheng didn’t answer but looked at the watch on his wrist and said, “You don’t need to know too much. Just remember: firstly, I have no obligation to you. No matter whether you like me or not, it is your own business. I don’t have to be responsible for that; secondly, don’t try to see me anymore. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Nanheng... I...”

“Besides, the daughter of the Feng family is a goddess in the Chinese community of Los Angeles. You don’t have to give away so much for me. Don’t say that you rejected so many men for me again, OK?”

Feng Mingzhu looked at him with red eyes but then sneered softly. “You don’t have to be so humble, Young Master Li. If any of the men I refused is half as good as you, I won’t be so vexed. You are the best man I have ever met, so I can’t fall in love with anyone else! I’ve been waiting for you, but as a result, you didn’t even give me a chance.”

Li Nanheng gave her a deep look at her because of her words. “Do you mean I should be responsible for your wishful thinking and unwanted waiting?”

Feng Mingzhu forced back the tears that were coming out, lowered her eyes and said, “No, I just didn’t expect that you didn’t love me at all. Am I so bad in your eyes? I’m really curious about what kind of woman you love! Is she as beautiful as a fairy?”

Li Nanheng suddenly thought of the girl who he had just hugged and the touch of her short, fluffy hair.

He didn’t know whether Feng Ling would be as beautiful as a fairy when she wore women’s clothing. All he knew was that even if she had short hair and was in the black uniform, his lower body would have a reaction as soon as she looked at him and called him “Boss.”

“Go back. Don’t come again,” Li Nanheng said. Without looking at her, he closed the door mercilessly.

Seeing that the door was closed in front of her, Feng Mingzhu stared at the house number and the code lock outside the door, reluctant to leave. Finally, she had a chance to meet him, but she didn’t expect this result.

She didn’t even know the six-digit password of his home’s lock.

She knew his birthday, but he certainly wouldn’t use it as a password, and except for that, she didn’t know anything about him.

Just like the shut door in front of her, he never gave her a chance to step into his heart.