Chapter 21 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

It was hot and burned in her ear.

Shui Miaomiao could only feel the heat.

She tried to break free, however, she wasn’t even able to struggle a bit. Shui Miaomiao was angry. She decided not to struggle or try to break free anymore. The look in her watery eyes conveyed annoyance, resentment, and that she had a problem with him.

When Shen Mochen looked her in the eyes, his brilliant eyes wavered a little. His heart inexplicably softened. He released his lips from her and lightly wiped her red, swollen lips with his thumbs. Then he asked, “Are you going to rush into things again?”

Shui Miaomiao clenched her teeth. She looked into Shen Mochen’s eyes. To her, they looked as deep and as vast as the universe. They seemed to be another signifier of his accomplishment, knowledge, and experience.

She was no match for him.

Desiring to live well, Shui Miaomiao sighed deeply. She glanced at him weakly and said according to his wishes, “I will not rush into things again.”

Shen Mochen held out his hand to her.

Shui Miaomiao handed over the data in her hands to Shen Mochen, looking into his brilliant, obsidian eyes.

She’d slapped him last time, he’d started targeting her. This time, if she gave him another slap, she wouldn’t be well-off in the future either.

The point was that, if he was always targeting her, she was afraid he would find out the existence of Yanyan.

It would be better for her to avoid trouble because of her present situation.

She would naturally be safe. After all, they would not meet each other again after this.

A great man knew when to yield and when not to yield.

Never mind the fact that she was just a little lady.

The slight trace of a blush appeared on Shui Miaomiao’s face. Her eyes flashed brightly as she glanced at Shen Mochen. She wanted to act cute, however, she felt that it would not be suitable for her to act cute for him.

She gulped. She then tugged at the hair that was falling loose at the side of her face as she guiltily said a line that was famous online these days. “President, please let go of me.”

Shen Mochen looked at her embarrassed and bashful appearance thoughtfully. His look softened. He sat back in the seat beside her. As he examined the data and looked at its contents, he asked, “When have I ever not let you go?”