Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Rong Yan stopped Rong Cheng, got up, and walked toward Mo Jingshen.

Having no interest in thinking what she wanted to say or do, Ji Nuan remained seated.

Rong Yan came up and said, “Mr. Mo, my grandfather likes Zhang Daqian’s paintings very much, and his birthday is coming up. My brother and I wanted to give him this painting as a present. We didn’t expect you to like it, but I never heard that you were interested in antiques or paintings. Are you going to gift this painting to Grandfather Mo?”

Hearing Rong Yan called Mo Jingshen’s grandfather ‘Grandfather Mo,’ Ji Nuan was a bit unhappy, but she still sat and listened quietly.

“Well, as far as I know, Grandfather Mo’s birthday is in two or three months. You might as well give us this painting and we will pay you 600 million so that my brother and I can give this painting to my grandfather. When Grandfather Mo’s birthday comes, my brother and I will go to Hai City to celebrate his birthday with him and give him a painting or antique more valuable than this one, so that the two families’ friendship can be consolidated.”

Ji Nuan silently glanced at the crowd in the distance that had gradually left. Nice try.

Although Mo Jingshen attended many banquets and charity auctions, he seldom bought anything in his own name. It was his first time today.

Rong Yan wanted to take away the painting from him and visit the Mo family on the grounds of celebrating Grandfather Mo’s birthday. After all, she owed him one. Even if she took the initiative to go to visit the Mo family, it was not embarrassing.

Who said Rong Yan was a little white rabbit?

No one could be smarter than her.

Six hundred million yuan was not a small amount, but it was clear that the Rong siblings could afford this money, but she was hesitating whether to pay the price of just five hundred million yuan for quite a while.

Ji Nuan put the number in her hand on the empty seat beside her.

But as soon as she looked up, her eyes caught Mo Jingshen’s dark, deep eyes.

Her breathing paused.

She tried to keep her emotions under control and didn’t reveal her real emotions.

After all, this painting was not hers.

He took a look at her after winning this painting, which made her think he bought it for her, but now Rong Yan came to ask for it. It seemed that Rong Yan wanted to buy this painting from him and, at the same time, get the chance to celebrate Grandfather Mo’s birthday. Her reasoning sounded perfect.

After all, the Rong family was of the same status as the Mo family in China.

The Rong family was powerful too and Mo Jingshen had no reason to make an enemy of them.

Ji Nuan remained expressionless, lowered her eyes to tidy up the bag she put on her lap, no longer looking at him, only to hear his low and indifferent voice. “As far as I know, Mr. Rong is obsessed with calligraphy and paintings. You don’t have to pay the six hundred million yuan, nor have to care how much I paid.”

“…”

Ji Nuan who was taking her cellphone out of her bag paused.

Did he want to gift this painting to Mr. Rong?

Ji Nuan had been trying to control her emotions, but now her hand clenched the phone.

Mo Jingshen watched her reactions and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Rong Yan thought the same and her eyes brightened with joy. “It will happen to be my grandfather’s birthday when you are in Beijing. Mr. Mo, are you going to attend his birthday party?”

She meant if he would give this painting to her grandfather in his own name.

Rong Cheng sneered on the side. “CEO Mo, since you are so disdainful to the Rong family, why should you send the painting to our grandfather? We can afford six hundred million. You don’t have to be so generous.”

Rong Cheng had been holding back his anger since the bathroom incident, feeling that he had lost face and couldn’t wait to regain some face now.

To everyone’s surprise, however, Mo Jingshen asked, “When did I say I would gift this painting to your grandfather?”

Rong Yan paused and Rong Cheng’s face grew even darker.

Rong Yan gradually widened her eyes pitifully. “Mr. Mo…”

He looked at Rong Yan’s shocked eyes and said flatly, “I won’t give this painting to anyone as a birthday present. Miss Rong, you took me wrong.”

Rong Yan. “….Then why did you buy it? You don’t you like this kind of stuff, do you…”

“Miss Rong, you can buy it for your grandfather, and I can buy it for someone important to me too!”

“…”

Rong Yan immediately bit her lips.

Rong Cheng’s face was cold and he said sullenly, “Rong Yan, can’t you see that CEO Mo is telling you that he won’t transfer this painting to you or gift it to the Rong family. He is a businessman. He must have a good reason to spend so much money. I’m afraid he bought the painting not for you but for Miss Ji.”

Rong Cheng sounded very angry. He had no intention to allow his sister to continue to go after Mo Jingshen. Now he had decided to stand together with his family. Instead of helping Rong Yan chase Mo Jingshen, he would make Rong Yan stay away from a man like Mo Jingshen as far as possible.

Was that why Mo Jingshen had listened to Rong Yan so patiently?

As behind Rong Yan there stood the powerful Rong family, he couldn’t just reject Rong Yan as casually as he rejected other women. It was better to let Rong Yan give up by herself, so as to avoid endless entanglement.

Hearing Rong Cheng’s words, Ji Nuan remained quiet but had known Mo Jingshen’s purpose. She suddenly found that he never left her side. Dressed in a black shirt and trousers, he looked noble, elegant and unapproachable. Even in the presence of the famous heir of the Rong family, he still looked as noble as a king.

Rong Cheng looked as if he could not wait to take Rong Yan away, lest the Rong family was looked down upon by the Mo family from Hai City.

She looked at him with mixed feelings. This man was always calm and handled everything with nearly perfect reason. He always handled the situation in hand with breathtaking accuracy.

This was his special ability and also one of the things she loved and hated about him.

For example, she couldn’t understand why he cruelly forced her to divorce him, but when she finally knew the reason, everything was so reasonable that she had no reason to hate him.

But why she still couldn’t forgive him?

Because of his calmness when he was in control, because of his calmness as he stabbed her in the heart, because of the fact that he always had a reason for what he did and that he never wavered and could be inhumanly calm.

For him, the only difference was whether he wanted to do or not. No one could make him lose his cool.