??Chapter 82: Chapter 82: What Exactly Did He Forget?!
Chapter 82: Chapter 82: What Exactly Did He Forget?!
“Only six days left.”
“I fucking know! You don’t need to remind !”
Qiao Ruoxin couldn’t help but glance at her phone, why so irritable early in the morning?
“Another sleepless night, is that why you’re so irritable?”
“…” The other end of the phone was silent for a long ti, then suddenly shouted angrily, “Qiao Ruoxin! If you dare let
find out you have betrayed , I swear I’ll kill you! I an what I say!”
Beep… Beep…
She didn’t even have the chance to retort before the call was disconnected.
Absolutely inexplicable!
Throwing a temper so early in the morning, n are really getting more irritable.
…
anwhile, at the sa ti.
At Residence Number One of the Jiang Family, within the study, a ss was everywhere.
Mo Chen sat behind his desk, his face dark and brooding as impatience filled his brows.
He stared at the computer screen which had tracked that phone number; it was from the United States.
Indeed he hadn’t slept all night, the crystal ashtray on the desk was full of cigarette butts.
Just thinking about the content of that text ssage made him incredibly restless, filled with an urge to kill.
Was it a man?
Even rembering Little Ghost’s nstrual cycle so clearly???
Mo Chen started to feel a headache coming on, and images of the car accident from two years ago suddenly flooded his mind.
A splitting headache…
And then there was the man and woman entangled together in that video, injecting into his thoughts, shattering his sanity.
Back then, he had raced his car to find Qiao Ruoxin with only one thought in mind, that was to kill her!
But why?
He seed to have forgotten sothing very important!
The man’s face was pale as he closed his eyes, seeing himself trapped inside the car, blood flowing from his forehead, staining the contours of his profile red.
At that mont, only one thought supported his desire to live.
That was to find Qiao Ruoxin, to kill that Little Ghost!
What exactly had he forgotten?!
In an instant!
Mo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, feeling like his head was about to explode, his breathing rapid.
He flung the laptop onto the carpet, creating a loud noise.
Looking at the disarray in the study, he seed to feel a bit better.
A depressive aura lingered stubbornly around him.
…
Evening.
Qiao Ruoxin had finished a day’s filming, and the crew was preparing for a dinner gathering.
Instead, she went back to her room and made a phone call to Mo Chen.
It rang for a long ti before being answered.
“Speak.” The man’s voice sounded sowhat languid and annoyed.
She hesitated for a mont, then called out with a soft voice, “Brother Mo Chen, have you had dinner?”
“No.”
“Why haven’t you eaten?”
“I have no appetite.”
Qiao Ruoxin beca sowhat angry, “You just won’t eat if you have no appetite? What an attitude. Here’s what, let Secretary Jiang order so dinner for you, then turn on the video, I want to see you eat with my own eyes!”
Laughter ca from the man on the phone, “Fine.”
“Okay, I’m hanging up now.”
After hanging up, she imdiately made a video call and then saw Mo Chen’s handso face.
He seed to still be in his office.
“The dinner Secretary Jiang ordered for you hasn’t arrived yet?”
“Hmm.”
After a while, Secretary Jiang set several boxes of dinner on the coffee table in the visitor’s area, then left.
Mo Chen walked over, sat on the couch, and placed the phone beside him.
“Start eating, finish it all, or I’ll consider it your loss! Then you’ll have to mimic a Tibetan Mastiff’s bark.”
…
Mimic a Tibetan Mastiff’s bark?
The man’s eyes darkened and he began to eat elegantly.
Qiao Ruoxin, watching him start to eat, nodded in satisfaction, “That’s more like it. Eat well and sleep well.”
Mo Chen’s eating was elegant and noble, but it looked like he had no appetite at all, as if he was consuming dicine.
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