How many years older are you?
Ten years? Twenty years?
Mo Zhixuan drove while speaking, "Just a few years older than you." His complexion seemed calm, but his fingers gripping the steering wheel unconsciously tightened.
In the past, his relationship with Zheng Chuyi was purely a family binding, so in terms of dating, he had no experience. He didn’t know what kind of man a young girl like her would like, nor could he fathom the thoughts of a young girl. For the first time, this man, who was usually a master strategist in the business world, was thrown off balance.
Chu Jin slightly raised her eyebrows, "I’m only eighteen."
Mo Zhixuan pretended not to understand and freed one hand to ruffle her hair, "Hmm?"
Chu Jin looked at him, her eyes reflecting the twilight’s afterglow, "Are you that young?" Just a few years older! Who would believe that?
A few decades older would be more like it.
At the red light ahead, Mo Zhixuan stopped the car and turned to look at her, his eyes a shade deeper
Seeing that he didn’t want to reveal his age, Chu Jin dropped the topic and simply closed her eyes, resting her head against the back of the seat to recharge.
The car quickly reached the hotel.
No sooner had the two entered the suite than Mo Zhixuan received a phone call. After giving Chu Jin a few instructions, he hurried out the door.
It must be something important that he needed to deal with.
It was nighttime before Mo Zhixuan returned. As Chu Jin had to face college entrance exams the following day, she didn’t wait up for him but went straight to sleep after her bath.
The moon climbed up the branches, and the girl lying in bed had already drifted into her slumber. Chu Jin slept exceptionally deeply, not even feeling the soft mattress dip beneath her.
Chu Jin was startled for a moment, then reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, casting a weak light on the man’s body and creating a shadow on her face.
Chu Jin pushed him gently, "Mo Zhixuan, are you drunk?"
The man’s chest was like a fortress wall; despite her best efforts, she couldn’t budge him at all.
"I didn’t drink any alcohol."
Even in this state, he still claimed he hadn’t drunk?
Suddenly, Mo Zhixuan sighed, hugged her tightly, and closed his eyes, succumbing to exhaustion. Soon, he began to breathe evenly.
Has he finally fallen asleep?
Chu Jin slowly opened her eyes and saw the man’s sleeping face, finally allowing herself to breathe a sigh of relief.
For that instant, she truly feared she’d end up compromised just like that.
A drunken man is too frightening!
Unable to fight him off or run away, fortunately, the effect of the alcohol came quickly and left just as fast.
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Jin could no longer resist the drowsiness and fell soundly asleep.
This night, some slept well, others remained awake.
The next morning.
When Chu Jin woke up, Mo Zhixuan was no longer beside her; only the faint scent of alcohol lingered on the blanket, rich and heady.
Staring at the ceiling, scenes from the previous night flooded her vision, her ears reddening. After a long while, she came back to her senses, swiftly got out of bed, locked the door, hurriedly changed her clothes, freshened up, and then headed out.
In the living room, Mo Zhixuan sat with his long legs crossed on the couch, reading a newspaper. His thin lips were slightly pursed, wearing a white shirt, its exquisite cufflinks reflecting a cold, hard light in the illumination. Despite his austere face being void of any superfluous expressions, he exuded a forbidding air of authority.
Seeing him so composed and immovable as Mount Tai, Chu Jin’s mind involuntarily revisited the scene from last night...
If one hadn’t experienced it firsthand, who would believe that the man before them, who never indulged in idle talk or frivolous behavior, could utter such words?