The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal
Chapter 345 - 345 345 Why Are You Holding Me

Chapter 345: Chapter 345: Why Are You Holding Me? Chapter 345: Chapter 345: Why Are You Holding Me? Mo Chen wrapped his arms around her shoulders, “Since that’s the case, let’s have the wedding as soon as possible.”

Grandpa Mo, “Nonsense! Of course, it has to be soon; when that belly gets bigger, how are you going to hold a wedding?”

Grandma Mo became overjoyed at the mention of planning a wedding.

“Are you planning to have it domestically or abroad? For the past two years, I’ve been attending the weddings of other people’s grandchildren, and I’ve been so envious. Now it’s finally my grandson’s turn, what a relief!”

Grandpa Mo, “Have you gone senile? She’s pregnant, so it definitely has to be in the country. With all the turbulence on a plane, can the child take it?”

Grandma Mo wore a look of defiance, “Yes, yes, yes! I’m old, and you’re not! Look at you, acting like you know so much!”

Qiao Ruoxin, “…”

Mo Chen, “…”

It wasn’t until after ten o’clock at night that Grandpa and Grandma Mo left.

Qiao Ruoxin forced a smile the whole time, feeling as if her face was about to freeze in place.

She collapsed into the sofa, pinched her jaw, and stared deathly at the man sitting there, as if watching a beast.

Mo Chen was amused by her look and let out a laugh, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“How do you plan on ending this affair?”

She was curious to see how this scoundrel planned to spin this web of lies; after all, every lie would one day be pierced through and exposed.

The man’s lips curved up but he offered no answer.

Instead, he stood up, walked over to her, lifted her by the waist, and began heading upstairs.

“You need to bathe and apply medication.”

“I’m asking you a question; you haven’t answered me.”

“I’ll tell you after the bath.”

Mo Chen carried Qiao Ruoxin upstairs.

However, her bag was left on the living room couch, inside of which lay the mini listening device that Lu Xingxing had planted.

…

Meanwhile.

In the bedroom of the Lu Family Villa,

Lu Xingxing was wearing headphones, listening intently to the happenings on the other end.

But the noise was too loud, making it unclear, as if there were many people.

She vaguely heard something about a wedding?

“A wedding? Still thinking of getting married? Mo Chen, are you out of your mind? Why on earth would you fall for Qiao Ruoxin, that scheming bitch!” Lu Xingxing was beyond furious.

She listened again with her headphones, but now she couldn’t hear anything; there was complete silence.

“Eh? Why is there no sound? How come there’s no sound at all?”

Lu Xingxing looked at her computer, which indicated that the listening device was working normally.

…

At Jiang Mansion No. 1, in the bedroom,

Qiao Ruoxin had finished her bath, and as usual, took off her robe, laid down on the bed, and let Mo Chen apply the medicine to her.

The man took a medical cotton swab, dipped it in the ointment, and carefully applied it to her bit by bit.

“Looking at these marks, do you feel any guilt?”

She lifted her gaze to look at the man’s handsome face, his strong brows, pursed thin lips, and features as beautifully sculpted as art.

Mo Chen paused in his application of medicine, and said in a deep voice, “Yes.”

“Do you think you might have a potential for domestic violence?”

“Little Ghost, I’ve never laid a hand on you.”

This was true; from when she met Mo Chen, to their time together, the years apart, and their reunion until now.

Even in anger, he never laid a hand on her, but he would curse and swear.

She huffed in arrogance, “But you abuse me in bed and even sent me to the hospital.”

“…”

Mo Chen had nothing more to say; the issue was his fault, and there was no explanation for it.

The air was thick with an unshakable stiffness and awkwardness.

The man calmly continued to apply the ointment to her and then threw the cotton swab into the trash can.

“All done.”

Qiao Ruoxin sat up, having put on her robe, and looked at the man, “You haven’t answered my question from just now. How do you plan to wrap this up? I’m not pregnant at all, is it appropriate for you to deceive the Mo Family like this?”

The man wore a light gray robe, its collar open, revealing his mermaid-line abdominals.

He took a pillow and a blanket, lying down on the floor, his voice lazily sensual, “Pregnancy is a matter of time, so it’s not really a lie.”

“What… what?”

What did this shameless man’s confident tone mean?

Mo Chen glanced sideways at her makeup-free little face, “The day before yesterday and yesterday, after doing it so many times, it’s bound to take hold eventually. Perhaps you’re already on the path to pregnancy.”

“…”

Qiao Ruoxin’s face instantly flushed red, grabbing a pillow beside her and hurling it at his handsome face, “Take hold, take hold! Take your head, do you think it’s like winning a prize!”

The man caught the pillow she threw, and then slowly smiled, a very… charming smile.

He embraced that pillow, lying on his side, looking up at the woman on the bed.

In those dark eyes was a deep infatuation and enduring adoration.

Qiao Ruoxin felt goosebumps all over as he stared at her. She lay on the bed and suddenly realized that the dog of a man was quite conscious of himself, having already resigned himself to the floor.

“You are quite self-aware tonight, sleeping on the floor by yourself?”

Mo Chen scoffed disdainfully, “What else? Would you let me sleep on the bed?”

“Don’t even think about it! Just diligently sleep on the floor. Until I have forgiven you, you are not allowed on the bed.”

After saying that, she prepared to cover herself with the quilt to sleep, but suddenly realized she had hurled her pillow earlier, and there were only two pillows on the bed, one of which was still under Mo Chen’s head.

Qiao Ruoxin got up, uncovering the quilt from herself.

She got out of bed and walked up to the man, looking down at him with her little hand outstretched, her face proudly arrogant just like when she was 12 years old.

Mo Chen was momentarily stunned, then he took her little hand, pulling her into his embrace with a pull.

“Ah…”

Qiao Ruoxin’s body fell into the man’s arms, involuntarily crying out.

There was no denying that the floor was indeed solid… Even with a carpet, it was too hard for sleep, though walking was fine.

She glared at the man with a displeased face, “Why are you hugging me?”

“Wasn’t it you who came over here on your own? I thought you wanted to join me on the floor.”

Qiao Ruoxin laughed mockingly, “Wishful thinking! I have a soft, cozy bed, why would I want to sleep on the floor with you? It’s so hard, not comfortable at all.”

The man’s large hand wrapped around her slim waist, and he chuckled, “So you know it’s uncomfortable to sleep on the ground?”

“Give me the pillow, I’m going back to bed.”

She clutched her own pillow, preparing to get up.

Yet, Mo Chen hugged her tightly, his voice husky, “Little Ghost, stay with me a little longer.”

“But this floor is so hard, it’s uncomfortable.”

“Then lie on top of me, hmm?”

“…”

Sometimes, even she felt that Master Mo excessively spoiled women, but fortunately, she was Master Mo’s woman.

She put the pillow aside and lay on the man’s chest, her chin resting on the back of her hand.

“How long do I have to stay?”

“Half an hour,” the man pinched the back of her neck,

“Just lying here doing nothing?”

A smile played at the corners of the man’s mouth, his eyebrows slightly raised, “Then what do you want to do?”

“It’s boring, keep telling me a story.”

Mo Chen sat up, cradling her body and raising her onto his legs, and slowly began, “What do you want to hear?”