??Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Little Ghost, I Want to Explain Sothing to You
Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Little Ghost, I Want to Explain Sothing to You
Mo Chen’s prolonged silence made her furious!
She unbuckled her own seatbelt, completely enraged.
“Mo Chen, let’s just speak our hearts out today,” she said.
“…”
In Qiao Ruoxin’s beautiful eyes, mist was gathering, her voice slightly crying, “Do you not love
anymore? Do you not want to get married? You haven’t touched
for so long, are you tired of my body? Even the most beautiful won beco boring to you after a while, losing their novelty, right?”
So, was it because Mo Chen got drunk last night that he sought that thrill and wanted to sleep with her?
She completely vented all the dissatisfaction in her heart.
If she didn’t speak up, she felt she would suffocate to death, internal injuries from holding it all in!
Mo Chen’s eyes darkened, “Shut your mouth!”
“Then answer !”
The man’s face turned extrely ugly, he gritted his teeth and said, “No! Stop imagining things!”
Qiao Ruoxin’s tears spilled over, slowly sliding down her cheeks, “Look at you! You’re still the sa as two years ago, that ti you disappeared for a month without any explanation, and now you still don’t have any explanations!”
At that mont, fittingly, rain started to fall outside, pitter-pattering against the car windows.
Angry, she unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out.
The rain rapidly fell on her face, washing away her tears.
She hadn’t gone far when the man behind her forcibly pulled her into his embrace.
Qiao Ruoxin struggled fiercely, twisting her body, “Let go of ! Mo Chen! Let go of ! I don’t want to see you tonight!”
“Stop making a fuss, it’s raining. You’ll catch a cold,” he said.
Mo Chen picked her up around the waist and put her back into the car again, then closed the car door.
Then, he drove off.
All the way, Qiao Ruoxin didn’t say a word, just staring dead at the raindrops on the car window,
…
Jiang Mansion Number One.
The mont the car stopped, Qiao Ruoxin got out with an ice-cold face and headed toward the villa.
The man’s tall figure followed closely behind her.
Qiao Ruoxin marched to the bedroom, slamd the door violently, and locked it.
Mo Chen was left outside the door, his handso face showing a hint of helplessness, his long fingers knocked on the door, “Little Ghost, open up.”
From inside, the faint sound of water could be heard from the bathroom.
Half an hour later.
Qiao Ruoxin ca out of the bathroom, wearing a white bathrobe, and then she saw Mo Chen sitting on the armchair.
Her tone full of sarcasm, “It seems locking the door was useless against you.”
“There’s a master key,” he replied.
She scoffed contemptuously, sat on the bed, and started to dry her hair.
Mo Chen got up, went into the bathroom to get a hairdryer, and walked over to her, then began to dry her hair for her.
Qiao Ruoxin didn’t move. She just sat on the bed, letting him dry her hair.
The man’s long fingers moved through her soft hair, massaging her scalp, his deep voice gentle and tender, “Little Ghost, are you tired?”
Qiao Ruoxin turned her head away, “My hair’s dry, you can leave.”
The man’s handso brows lifted, “Leave? Where do you want
to go?”
“I don’t care. You can either sleep in the study or sleep at the company,” she got up and walked to the walk-in closet.
Mo Chen frowned unhappily, “I’m sleeping in the bedroom.”
Qiao Ruoxin snorted coldly, too lazy to bother with him.
Then she went to the walk-in closet, changed into a sleep robe, lay down on the bed, covered herself with a quilt, and looked indifferent.
“Mo Chen, get out. In any case, don’t even think about sleeping here tonight.”
The man gazed at her delicate little face, still bearing traces of her tears, and the anger at the bottom of his heart dissipated along with them.
“You really won’t let
sleep in the bedroom?”
Qiao Ruoxin didn’t speak but gave him a disdainful cold sneer for him to feel on his own.
Mo Chen stood up, sighed deeply, and touched her head, “Go to sleep early, and rember, I only love you, don’t overthink.”
“…”
She was restraining her anger, watching the man’s tall and handso figure leave the bedroom and closely shut the door behind him.
“n are all dogs! If I tell you to go, you go! Why don’t you go die when I tell you to?”
Qiao Ruoxin picked up a pillow next to her and threw it forcefully onto the carpet.
She was almost amused by her own anger.
Such a dog of a man!
Sooner or later, she would be infuriated to the point of spitting blood by Mo Chen.
She turned off all the lights in the bedroom, then lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got!
…
Downstairs, in the living room.
Mo Chen took off his trench coat and placed it aside; he sat on the sofa with his tie loosely hung and the top two buttons of his shirt undone.
The man’s thin lips were biting on a cigarette, the smoke blurring his handso face.
At this mont, his aura was gloomy, exuding a sense of eeriness.
There were already five or six cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table.
He had been smoking continuously, one after another without stopping, which proved his current mood — frustrated and agitated.
The cigarette in his lips burned out again, and he stubbed it out in the ashtray.
Then he leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, and envisioned the image of Little Ghost crying with tears streaming down her face, pitiful and aggrieved.
Perhaps, it was ti to explain, otherwise, that Little Ghost would never stop overthinking.
That night, he sat on the sofa smoking, he didn’t sleep, and couldn’t fall asleep.
Unable to resist the urge to go upstairs and knock on the door, he turned on the TV to watch the variety show featuring Qiao Ruoxin to distract himself.
…
The next day, early morning.
The first person Qiao Ruoxin saw when she opened her eyes was Mo Chen.
It startled her, and she instantly beca sowhat more alert, her eyes widening.
She saw the man sitting on the single sofa next to her as if he had been staring at her for a long ti.
She slowly began to speak, “Have you beco so perverted that you’ve been sitting there watching
sleep? How long have you been there?”
Mo Chen’s expression didn’t change as he lifted his wrist to glance at his watch and said in a deep voice, “Less than an hour.”
Qiao Ruoxin slowly sat up, leaned against the pillow she placed behind herself, then looked coldly again at that dog of a man.
“So what act of deep affection are you trying to play now, Mr. Mo?”
She noted Mo Chen had changed clothes, presumably had a shower as well, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, sleeves rolled up, revealing his sexy forearms.
The man slowly stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, “Little Ghost, I want to explain sothing to you.”
Qiao Ruoxin raised her eyes to look at his handso face, “You thought through the whole night and finally decided to explain?”
The man sat on the bed and replied, “Hmm, I don’t want any more misunderstandings, leading you to wild speculations.”
“Go ahead, I’m listening.”
She indeed wanted to hear how this dog of a man would justify himself!
A trace of embarrassnt crossed Mo Chen’s handso face as he lowered his gaze, unwilling to et Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes.
“I… haven’t been feeling well lately, so it’s not that I’m intentionally neglecting you in bed, it’s that I… can’t do it.”
For a man, this was an imnse humiliation; he had let go of his pride and arrogance.
Qiao Ruoxin was taken aback, then scoffed wantonly, “Mo Chen! Do you think I’m an idiot! You’re actually making up such lies!”
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