Chapter 225 - Mo Jingshen Came Like the Buddha, And She Was the Monkey God Trapped in His Palm (2/2)

Feng Ling: “…”

Right now, Feng Ling could not pay any mind to Ji Nuan’s incoherent ramblings.

She could only speechlessly stare through the elevator doors; it had already been wide open for more than half a minute. Her scalp tingled numbly as she stared at the tall man inside.

Ji Nuan realized that the elevator was already opened, but Feng Ling did not support her in. She narrowed her eyes and vaguely saw that a man had been standing inside for a long while.

She leaned in for a closer look. Feng Ling subconsciously moved to help her in, but Ji Nuan staggered and almost fell headfirst. Feng Ling frantically caught her. “Mrs. Mo…”

Just as she caught her, Ji Nuan raised her eyes toward the man in the lift.

From this distance, the face right before her eyes was really handsome to the point of drawing pointing fingers toward it.

Did she really drink too much? The man who clearly refused to pay her any mind and refused to see her or to pick up her calls appeared to be standing right before her.

Ji Nuan stared at the man who was as tall as a jade tree. She stared at his cold and handsome brows, his long and tall nose, and his perfectly crafted jawline. He wore a white dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. His shirt was not fully buttoned up, revealing his collarbone. It was seductive and tempting, making people captivated.

He stood there just like that; cold, noble, and distant.

As Ji Nuan stared at him in her drunken state, the man lifted his brows indifferently. His gaze flitted past her coat before finally landing on her face.

His gaze was unreasonably composed; his pupils distant and unperturbed as he watched her.

Ji Nuan’s coat was put on by Feng Ling earlier when she had hauled her up from the sofa. Right now, it appeared a little disheveled. Her hair was also slightly messy, clinging onto her neck. It made her skin look whiter and smoother. The inebriation also caused her cheeks to appear much rosier.

“Mr. Mo.” Feng Ling supported Ji Nuan with some embarrassment. She did not expect that she would be caught the very first time she accompanied Ji Nuan to be reckless.

It seemed like Ji Nuan’s every move has always been within Mo Jingshen’s sight. In this past month, even though Feng Ling did not report to him, he must have been aware of everything she did and every place she visited.

The man stood in the elevator, coldly and indifferently. He did not speak.

“Mrs. Mo has already been restraining her emotions for a month. It wasn’t easy for her to finally see you today, but your attitude dug all of her suppressed emotions out. About her drinking today, I…”

Feng Ling was in the midst of explaining when Ji Nuan suddenly turned to her. She tilted her head and spoke unhappily, “Feng Ling… don’t dress as a man anymore… after I make my escape from Mo Jingshen’s palm, why don’t I marry you? You’re so handsome, and you’re good at fighting as well… why don’t the two of us just pair up…”

Feng Ling: “…”

Feng Ling instantly ‘tossed’ Ji Nuan into the arms of the man inside the elevator!

Her feet were unstable, causing her nose to knock into the man’s chest. The pain caused her to knit her brows as she raised her hand to tug on the man’s shirt, gripping onto it. She barely managed to stand up straight, rubbing her nose as she turned to Feng Ling. “Feng Ling, why did you push me…”

Feng Ling watched Ji Nuan, who was truly completely oblivious from being drunk. She then turned to Mo Jingshen, whose unhappy and cold gaze caused her back to tense up. She kept her voice low as she replied, “Mrs. Mo, if you’re drunk, close your eyes and sleep. Don’t talk anymore.”

“Am I drunk?” Ji Nuan stared at her strangely. Her head fell forward, leaning against the man’s chest as she softly muttered, “Maybe I am drunk… no wonder this person seems so much like Mo Jingshen… I think, no matter who I see right now, they’ll all appear to be Mo Jingshen… ah… I’m drunk… I’m drunk…”