The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal
Chapter 342 - 342 342 How can you forgive my vile actions

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: How can you forgive my vile actions from yesterday? Chapter 342: Chapter 342: How can you forgive my vile actions from yesterday? Qiao Ruoxin did manage to fall asleep in a daze.

However, the man sprawled on the carpet, Mo Chen, suffered through a sleepless night.

Three o’clock in the morning.

The man threw off the blanket, got up, and turned on the bedside wall lamp. The light was dim but enough to clearly see Little Ghost’s sleeping position.

Mo Chen’s fingertips lightly touched her cheek and he cursed softly, “Sleeping like a pig.”

Right now, even if he were to carry this Little Ghost out to sell, she probably wouldn’t wake up.

He stared at Qiao Ruoxin for a long while, then turned off the wall lamp and went back to his makeshift bed on the floor, forcefully willing himself to sleep.

…

The next morning.

Qiao Ruoxin was woken by the ring of her cellphone.

With a lazy voice, she called out from the bed, “The phone… hand me the phone, I don’t want to move.”

The man lying on the floor got up, took the phone, slid open the screen, and placed it by her ear.

“Hello… who is this?”

Qiao Ruoxin’s voice was drowsy, clearly not having woken up yet.

From the other end of the phone, Lu Xingyu’s voice came through, “Ruoxin, it’s me, Lu Xingyu.”

The bedroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, which meant the man could hear the contents of the phone call clearly.

Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes suddenly snapped open, and she sat up with the phone in her hand, “Teacher Lu, is there something you need?”

After all, he was her teacher who had always taken good care of her on “Idol 101”.

Mo Chen stood tall in front of the bed, watching her serious expression, and a trace of displeasure flickered across his brow.

Lu Xingyu’s voice came over the phone again, “Can you do me a favor? The variety show I’m a regular on is doing a couples’ special for the last four episodes. We’re inviting female celebrities. Are you available?”

Qiao Ruoxin instinctively looked up at Mo Chen, and as expected, his face darkened a few shades, those fierce eyes seemingly warning her.

Yet, she just had to contradict this jerk.

“Is it out of town? How many days will it take?”

“Yeah, it’s in Inner Mongolia and Modu, about seven days in total.”

“Great, I can do it, I’m free.”

“Good, the director of the program will contact you later.”

“Alright.”

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Ruoxin placed it on the bedside table.

“You’re not allowed to go!” the man said harshly.

A smile tugged at her lips, “I’ve already agreed, it’s just a variety show.”

Mo Chen sat on the bed, eyes fixed on her delicate face, “What’s this couples’ special about?”

“It means pairing up with a male celebrity to form a couple and completing tasks for the variety show.”

“What kind of tasks will there be? Will there be physical contact?”

Qiao Ruoxin pondered with a serious face, thought for a moment, then said, “Since it’s called a couples’ special, there will definitely be physical contact.”

The man’s anger crept slowly to the top of his head, “No way!”

She crossed her arms, leaning back on the bed, “You still dare to be so domineering? I’m still mad, and I haven’t planned on forgiving you! Have you forgotten your bad actions from yesterday?”

“…”

This Little Ghost just wouldn’t let go of yesterday’s incident.

After a few seconds of silence, the man spoke, “Can we not talk about yesterday? I won’t do it again in the future.”

“You want to forget what you did?”

Mo Chen’s jaw clenched tight, his dark eyes boring into her face, “I lost control of my emotions yesterday, and it has been a long time since I…”

He stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to explain any further.

What was done was done, and any further explanation was just making excuses for his misconduct.

He asked in a deep voice, “Little Ghost, what do I have to do to make you forgive me for my misdeeds yesterday? You name it, as long as I can do it.”

The attitude wasn’t too bad.

Qiao Ruoxin observed the man’s expression and then said, “From now on, stop meddling in my career and let me make my own decisions.”

Instantly, Mr. Mo was furious.

Mo Chen let out a scornful laugh, “I stop interfering, and then you go on to take a bunch of roles with bed scenes and kissing scenes? In your dreams!”

This bastard’s fiery temper really couldn’t stay gentle for more than three seconds.

Qiao Ruoxin felt startled.

She forced herself to be calm, “Of course not, but I still have to accept some normal work.”

“Like this ‘Couples Special’ thing?”

“Yes, I think that’s very normal, and it’s a job I can take.”

Mo Chen was suppressing the urge to kill her. With a strong grip, he seized her slender ankle and pulled her in front of him.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing! What do you want to do! Are you going to repeat yesterday’s misdeeds? I’m telling you! Do you know that what you did yesterday was basically like rape!”

She really did feel intimidated because at that moment Mr. Mo’s gaze was terrifying, looking as if he could devour someone.

“…”

The rage in Mo Chen’s eyes quickly extinguished, and his grip on her ankle loosened a bit.

They looked into each other’s eyes like that for about ten minutes.

The man finally relented, “Fine, I promise.”

Qiao Ruoxin stared at him in surprise—what was he saying? He promised? Just a moment ago, he looked like he wanted to kill her, and now he agreed so easily?

“Really?”

“Mm.”

Mo Chen returned to his usual indifference and expressionlessness, then stood up to fetch some ointment.

“Come here, let me apply the ointment.”

With a cotton swab, he took some ointment and looked at her, “Will you take off your clothes yourself, or shall I help you?”

“…”

Qiao Ruoxin silently took off her robe and lay back down on the bed to play dead, closing her eyes.

She only felt the refreshing ointment being applied to her skin, quite comfortable.

Mo Chen was carefully applying the ointment, not overlooking any spot that bore marks—all of which he had caused.

After about five minutes, the man said in a deep voice, “All done, put your clothes back on.”

Qiao Ruoxin sat up, put on her robe, and muttered under her breath, “I feel like a toy he’s been messing with all this time.”

Mo Chen discarded the cotton swabs and glanced at her indifferently, “Have you ever seen a toy that’s so disobedient?”

“How am I disobedient? Which dog was it that forced me down all morning yesterday? I didn’t even have the strength to fight back! And you sent me to the hospital!”

“…”

The misdeeds of that morning had become Qiao Ruoxin’s most powerful weapon; whenever she mentioned them, Mo Chen would fall silent.

“If you hadn’t resisted so fiercely yesterday, you wouldn’t have been so badly injured,” the man stated in a low voice, slowly stating the fact.

Qiao Ruoxin glared at him furiously, reaching the point of laughter, “Are you blaming me? So when you bully me, am I not even allowed to resist?”

“No, blame me, it’s my fault.”

She huffed coldly and continued to lie back down to sleep; she hadn’t had enough rest.

Mo Chen looked at her side profile and said in a deep voice, “What do you want for breakfast? I’ll tell the kitchen.”

“I don’t want to eat.”

The man’s expression darkened, “You have to eat!”

Still so domineering, even when asking for forgiveness, unreasonably overbearing as usual—bastard’s always a bastard.