Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Feng Ling came over and stood beside her. “If you are in a bad mood, you can speak it out or vent in other ways. It’s not safe to stay here.”

“I know it’s not safe, so I’m just sitting behind the railing,” Ji Nuan said slowly. “I just want to get some fresh air here, besides…”

She paused and forced a smile. “It’s useless telling him. He knows I’m not the kind of person who will commit suicide. He is just being polite by asking you to take me down.”

During the ten years when she had been leading a vagrant life, no matter how much hardship, blows, and torture she had suffered, she never committed suicide. She was always resilient and tenacious. The only time she tried to kill herself was when she was tortured out of her mind by Ji Mengran, lying in the bathtub and cutting her wrists, then foolishly pushing Mo Jingshen away.

She died in her last life because she was given a chronic poison.

If she had a choice, she would choose to live and would never commit suicide.

Mo Jingshen knew her well. She was hard-hearted and shameless, which was how he saw her now.

Feng Ling moved her lips and asked in surprise, “How did it come to this? Weren’t you sweet with Mr. Mo?”

“Yes, how did it come to this?” Ji Nuan sat cross-legged, looking at the sky and forcing a smile, her voice a little hollow. “Maybe it’s just my fate. God made me dream this dream but took back everything cruelly in the end. ”

Feng Ling didn’t understand her words but didn’t ask her anything more. Seeing that Ji Nuan was just sitting there obediently, Feng Ling sat down beside her.

Ji Nuan raised her hand and spread it in the wind, feeling a trace of cool air flying through her palm, which dissipated silently.

She had thought that she had finally grasped the present happiness and learned to cherish it, but it turned out that everything was just like this mass of air. Everything dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Ji Nuan didn’t know how to face the Mo Jingshen of ten years later. Apart from the memory of the sweet months that they spent together, he had completely become the man she remembered, the cold, superior man. The man who completely withdrew from her life.

But could he really throw away all these beautiful memories like garbage?

Ji Nuan looked at her empty palm for a long time and found that her eyes were so dry that she couldn’t shed a single drop of tear.

“It’s too windy here. Don’t sit here for too long,” Feng Ling said.

“I know, I’ll sit for a little longer, just a little longer,” Ji Nuan said, raising her hand and persistently catching the wind. It was so high here that there wasn’t a grain of sand. The wind swept through her palm, leaving no trace.

…

Mo Jingshen had almost recovered. After he woke up, doctors performed a series of examinations, and after several days of observation, they determined that he could be discharged in a few days. He was transferred to the ordinary ward, where family visits were not restricted, so his ward was particularly busy these days.

Wan Zhu sat beside the sickbed, peeling an apple. As she peeled the apple, she told Mo Jingshen what had happened in the last two months. Mo Shaoze also sat beside the bed and asked Mo Jingshen how he was feeling while taking phone calls from his office from time to time.

But the man on the bed remained silent and indifferent.

At this time, the door opened again. Wan Zhu took a look and then smiled. “Nuan Nuan, what’s the matter with you these days? When Jingshen was sleeping, you waited outside his ward for almost 24 hours a day. But now that he has woken up, why do you always say you are going to rest and sleep? Is it because he finally woke up that you relaxed?”

Ji Nuan forced a smile and walked to the bedside. “Yes, I’m finally relieved, so I want to sleep more.”

It was not because she wanted to go to sleep, but because the owner of the ward didn’t want to see her.

“Go ahead. Anyway, he’s all right now, and we’re here. You need to take better care of yourself. Get another baby as soon as possible when you two go back to Hai City. We’re not lucky enough to keep the first child. Jingshen’s grandfather still doesn’t know what happened, so don’t tell him. You and Jingshen are still young. Many one- or two-month-old babies don’t survive. Jingshen’s father and I have accepted the loss of the baby, so as long as you keep yourself healthy, you can always have another baby. After all, you and Jingshen have always been so sweet, so have another baby as soon as possible. Jingshen’s grandfather will be so happy to hear the news.”

After speaking, Wan Zhu handed a peeled apple to Ji Nuan. “He has no appetite. Here, eat it.”

Ji Nuan took it, keeping a smile on her face. “Thank you.”

“Haha, I had been worrying about Jingshen, so I didn’t ask you to change the way you called me. But now, shouldn’t you call me Mom?” Wan Zhu said while smiling.

Ji Nuan paused and glanced at the man on the sickbed, only to find him silent and cold.

Mo Jingshen didn’t even spare a look at her. K was talking to him, and his eyes were on K.

If it were before, she would certainly call Wan Zhu Mom if the latter asked her to, but in the current situation, even if she wanted to call her Mom, she couldn’t.

Her throat was dry. Especially when she saw that he didn’t even look at her, she couldn’t help clenching the apple.

“Oh, my bad. I was so happy to notice that there are too many people here. You must be shy. You can call me Mom when we get home.” Wan Zhu smiled and took Ji Nuan’s hand. “Jingshen plans to return to Hai City next week. Although the doctor said there is nothing wrong with his health, I’m still worried about him. Remember to call me at any time and tell me about him after you go back. Also, you are too thin, so you should put on some weight.”

Ji Nuan kept nodding her head and couldn’t utter a single word.

Wan Zhu suddenly went to Mo Jingshen and said something to him. But from the way she looked at Ji Nuan, Ji Nuan could tell she must be telling Mo Jingshen to be good to Ji Nuan and have a baby with her as soon as possible or something like that.

Mo Jingshen didn’t answer, and Wan Zhu thought he was shy because there were too many people here and didn’t find anything unusual.

The ward had been very lively, and Ji Nuan hadn’t experienced such a lively atmosphere for a long time. At this time, Mo Jingshen suddenly coughed in a low voice, and she immediately put down the apple in her hand, turned around, and poured a glass of water.

Mo Jingshen looked coldly at the glass of water she had handed him but didn’t take it. “I’m not drinking it. Take it away.”

Ji Nuan froze awkwardly on the spot holding the glass.