She wanted to push him away, and as panic flashed across her face, his sexy voice laughed out loud.
"Qinqin, are you doing this on purpose?" he asked. "Inviting me, huh?"
Mo Yunchen spoke, causing Qin Qin to turn her head away, her face reddening even more!
"Mo Yunchen, you have no shame!"
This man was shameless, a scoundrel! No shame at all!
"Hmm, you’re not the first person to say I have no shame!"
"Master Mo!" At this critical moment, Mo Tang’s cautious voice came through.
Mo Yunchen turned his head and roared toward the doorway in dissatisfaction.
Then, looking back at her, Qin Qin pushed him away, "Listen to what it’s about, Mo Tang wouldn’t disturb you for no reason!"
Mo Yunchen’s eyes, filled with desire, stared at Qin Qin as he stood up directly.
Qin Qin raised a smile to accept Mo Yunchen’s kiss, until he released her!
"Stay here, I’ll be back in a moment," Mo Yunchen said to Qin Qin in a low voice, elegantly fastening the buttons of his loosened sleeve.
"Master Mo, the old master has arrived, and... Miss Jing!" Mo Tang, seeing that Mo Yunchen had not responded for a while, had to speak up again.
Mo Yunchen’s hand, buttoning his sleeve, paused, and Qin Qin stood beside him, a dark gleam passing through her eyes as she listened to Mo Tang mention Jing Zhimei.
"Yes! Tell Mo Sheng if there is anything, I’ll be quick!"
As Mo Yunchen left, a sinking feeling settled in Qin Qin’s eyes.
Downstairs in the living room, Mo Cang was sipping tea, with Jing Zhimei sitting beside him, smiling and talking to Mo Cang, while Mo Sheng stood aside with his head lowered.
Mo Yunchen came down from upstairs, his tall and straight physique exuding an idle and noble aura, captivating Jing Zhimei the moment he appeared. She stood up obsessively, her gaze fixed on him!
"Master Mo!" Jing Zhimei’s pretty face lit up with a smile as she softly called out to Mo Yunchen.
Mo Yunchen looked at Jing Zhimei with a cold gaze, withdrawing his eyes after a brief moment; he never liked this woman because she was duplicitous, and he detested such women.
Jing Zhimei, feeling Mo Yunchen’s gaze, bit her lower lip, a look of embarrassment flashing across her face.
Mo Cang put down his teacup and spoke to Jing Zhimei, "After all these years, still calling me Master Mo? From now on, just call him Yunchen!" Mo Cang sounded very happy; he was there for an important matter because Jing Zhimei had developed an Antidote. He knew her intention: she wanted to marry his son. Mo Cang was not a fool; he knew Jing Zhimei was not as docile as she appeared. However, since she could create an Antidote and her family background matched the Mo’s, he was content to see the union happen!
Joy sparkled in Jing Zhimei’s eyes. This time, she finally concocted the Antidote. With this Antidote, she could pressure her grandmother to force a marriage with Mo Cang. As long as she married Yunchen, she firmly believed that Yunchen would fall in love with her! She wanted to become his wife, his one and only most beloved woman!
"Yun... Yunchen!" Jing Zhimei timidly called out, her voice delicate and sweet.
Mo Yunchen coldly smiled a devilish, enchanting smile, "Miss Jing, did I allow you to call me that?"
Jing Zhimei’s face turned pale, a wave of pain surging in her heart! She should turn and leave, stop caring about him, but after so many years of devotion and love, how could she bear to give up, nor was it possible for her to give up.
"Yunchen, Zhiyue came today with good news!"
Mo Cang looked at his most beloved son, the child of his beloved woman, his pride since childhood.
Mo Yunchen sat lazily and devilishly on the sofa. Hearing Mo Cang speak with no interest, he said, "Oh, what good news does Miss Jing have?"
Jing Zhimei, thrilled, took out a dark box from her bag and walked elegantly toward Mo Yunchen, yet dared not get too close, "Yunchen..."
As soon as she started speaking, Mo Yunchen’s eyes glanced at her with a smile. That smile was sinister and icy, making Jing Zhimei hesitate to speak further.
"Master Mo, I have successfully created the Antidote today, you’re saved!" Jing Zhimei joyfully presented the dark box.
Mo Yunchen lightly tapped his knee with his distinctly jointed, slender fingers and stopped!
Mo Yunchen, hearing that Jing Zhimei had concocted the Antidote, looked at her, his expression indifferent and unsettling, sending a chill through her.
"Oh, really? I heard that Soul-Returning Grass is gone, how could you have concocted the Antidote in such a short amount of time?"
Jing Zhimei’s eyes briefly stiffened, then she smiled, "Actually, it’s not strictly necessary to use Soul-Returning Grass. I discussed with the Divine Doctor Sect and replaced the Soul-Returning Grass, and then created this Antidote. Master Mo, go ahead and take it, you’ll feel better after!"
"Really?" Mo Yunchen took the dark box from Jing Zhimei’s hands, opened it, and looked at the dark red so-called Antidote inside. Except for the pills made by Qinqin, he wouldn’t take anyone else’s medicine. Whether this pill was poisoned or not was still a question.
"Miss Jing, could there be any problem with this pill?" Mo Yunchen took out the Antidote and examined it closely, his expression dark and enigmatic, a cold light flickering through.