The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief
Chapter 170 - 92: Xi Mohan, Have You No Shame?

Chapter 170: Chapter 92: Xi Mohan, Have You No Shame?

Watching the man gradually approaching her, Ning Wan subconsciously wanted to escape, only to realize there was nowhere to run, especially under the man’s gaze there was no place to hide.

The color had drained from Ning Wan’s face, the fear spreading from her heart became clearer as the man drew nearer. Though her face still bore a faint sneer, she spoke coldly, "Mr. Xi, I don’t think we’re very familiar!"

Her and Xi Mohan... familiar?

Perhaps they were in the past, but after her hopes were brutally crushed by this man, they were strangers.

Though not to the point of detestation, it was best that they were like strangers passing each other by.

Xi Mohan looked at Ning Wan before him, making no comment on her words. He raised his hand to press on her shoulder, trapping her, his thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line as he stared at her for a long time. Watching the little woman opposite him go from defiantly staring him down to awkwardly lowering her head, he couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle.

The overpowering scent of his masculinity enveloped her. Ning Wan bowed her head; she couldn’t see his face, yet could imagine how he looked when chuckling. However, she didn’t want to guess how the man saw her. Speaking again, she said, "Mr. Xi, we haven’t had anything to do with each other for many years now. I don’t plan to make you repay what you owe me. After all, I was foolish back then. Now, please leave..."

Before Ning Wan could finish, the man abruptly raised his hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to look at him, his lips barely parting, "Wanwan, have you forgotten what to call me? Come on, call me Brother Mohan..."

Hearing this voice, Ning Wan’s complexion stiffened, and she let out a cold laugh, "Xi Mohan, have you no shame?"

Brother Mohan?

This address hit her straight in the heart, as if being pricked by numerous sharp needles, causing her so much pain that she couldn’t help but spasm.

However, when that man had heartlessly spoken those words to her back then, she had vowed never to use that address again.

Without waiting for the man to speak, Ning Wan began to pry off his fingers, one by one, which were gripping her shoulder. Her eyes sternly fixed on him, the mockery in her gaze impossible to conceal, "Xi Mohan, have you forgotten what you once said to me? That we didn’t need to see each other for a lifetime; seeing each other again would mean we were strangers..."

The man’s expression remained unchanged, as if he had never uttered those words, his profound eyes still intently fixed on her.

Seeing no response from the man, Ning Wan laughed out of sheer frustration, her words dripping with sarcasm and mockery, "That’s good, as I feel the same way now. So please, get lost, and don’t show up in front of me again. Go accompany your Ning Yan’er. The Ning Family is hers now, no, I should say now the Ning Family belongs to the two of you!"

Xi Mohan watched the woman who had been revolving around him for over a decade. Even as she pried his hand off, he spoke evenly, neither warmly nor harshly, "Do you hate me?"

"Should I not hate you?" Ning Wan still smiled, her smile growing more scornful and her face a few degrees colder, "Back then, for Ning Yan’er, you forced me to be without a home, and when my own mother died, I couldn’t even attend her funeral. Ning Yan’er drove my father to a heart attack relapse, and you just took her abroad to hide away... Xi Mohan, do you really think I shouldn’t hate you? Or do you think I’m magnanimous enough that, despite everything you and Ning Yan’er have done, I would just laugh it off?"

The man’s expression remained unchanged, his face still wearing that faint smile.

Ning Wan saw the man’s smile, feeling the hairs on her body stand on end.

The next second, after a long pause, the man spoke softly, "Wanwan, for the sake of your father living out the rest of his life well in the Ning Family, be obedient!"

"Are you threatening me?" Ning Wan’s face grew cold, chilliness filling her eyes.

Xi Mohan reached out again to grasp her chin, lowered his head to kiss her lips, his voice slightly hoarse, "Wanwan, you may think so, just remember, if you are not obedient, it’s not you who will suffer in the end, but your father!"

Hearing his words, Ning Wan laughed, her face filled with layers of cold sneers, "Xi Mohan, what else can you do besides threatening me? You did the same four years ago, do you plan to stick to the same old methods? Aren’t you afraid Ning Yan’er will find out about your little secrets? Or are you saying, if Ning Yan’er eventually finds out, and she wants you to get rid of me, you would actually do it?"

The man’s gaze still rested on her, his presence so significant it couldn’t be ignored, his low and slightly seductive voice almost mocking as he said, "No, Yan’er wouldn’t do such a thing!"

Ning Wan’s complexion shifted, but the man had already leaned in and sealed her lips shut. His dark eyes, deep like abysses, his narrow eyes unwaveringly fixed on her, his lips parted after the kiss, carrying a hint of a shallow smile, "Wanwan, take out the keys, open the door, okay?"

...

That day, Song Qiao carefully inspected the villa and began to slowly plan what kind of curtains and coffee table to replace with. After sharing her suggestions with Lu Jingchen, the man simply nodded in agreement with her approach and decided they would go out together to buy furniture the next day.

After dinner and a bath in the evening, Song Qiao, in her pajamas, sat on the sofa in the study on the second floor, biting her pen and slightly frowning as she looked at the planning sheet in her hands, obviously encountering some difficulties.

When Lu Jingchen entered the study with a glass of milk, he saw the girl’s fair and plump feet directly on the floor, causing his brow to furrow and his voice to deepen, "Song Qiao!"

Startled by the sudden voice, Song Qiao almost jumped up from the sofa. As she looked up, she saw the man approaching with a stern face and her heartbeat quickened, her response coming a beat too slow, "What’s wrong?"

Lu Jingchen quickly stepped in, put the glass of milk on the table, and spoke with a still rather upset expression, "Didn’t I tell you not to walk around barefoot? Where are your shoes?"

That afternoon, Song Qiao had been pressured by Lu Jingchen to take a nap, and she had run into the bathroom without putting on shoes after waking up, for which Lu Jingchen had scolded her. She thought she had remembered the lesson, but just a few hours later, it happened again.

Turning her head to glance around, Song Qiao belatedly realized that she had found it comfortable to walk on the floor barefoot, so she had left her shoes in the bedroom. Seeing the man’s indifferent expression, she began to explain, "I didn’t wear them just now, the shoes should be in the bedroom!"

"So you’re saying you came to the study barefoot?"

After a pause, Song Qiao nodded, and it took her a few seconds before she raised her hand in a pledge, "I won’t do it again next time!"

The look on Lu Jingchen’s face was still somewhat displeased, but he still handed the glass of milk to her, "Drink the milk first!"

"Oh!" Song Qiao obediently responded and took the milk.

However, she had just finished the milk when the man immediately took the glass from her and put it on the table. Before she could react, Song Qiao felt herself being hoisted up in a sideways embrace, instinctively clutching at the man’s clothes, a trace of shock on her face, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing?"

"Carrying you back to sleep!" Lu Jingchen glanced indifferently at the woman in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.

Not until he sat her neatly on the big bed in the main bedroom did he speak in a muted tone, "I have something to do tonight and will have to go out for a while. I might return very late, so be good and sleep first!"

Only then did Song Qiao notice that the man was not wearing a bathrobe, but a white shirt and black trousers, and he still carried the scent of shower gel, obviously ready to leave the house after his bath.

Song Qiao didn’t argue with him and obediently snuggled into the covers, resembling a lazy cat, speaking with a soft and warm voice, "Go ahead, please remember to turn off the lights and close the door when you leave; I don’t want to get up again!"

Lu Jingchen chuckled, bent over with his hand braced beside her, and planted a kiss by her lips before speaking gently, "Sleep tight, I’m off!"

It wasn’t until the lights and the door in the bedroom were successively turned off that Song Qiao, whose eyes had been slightly closed, opened them again, a flurry of unusual emotions surfacing in her heart before she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

...

By the time Lu Jingchen arrived at Night City’s second floor VIP room, several people were already there, including Lin Musen and Gu Xicheng, as well as some girls specially arranged by Night City.

Looking around, Lu Jingchen walked straight over to sit beside a man in a suit, who was seated in a corner of the VIP room.

Xi Mohan watched Lu Jingchen sit down beside him, unhurriedly pressed the lighter, and the blue flame lit up the cigarette in his hand. After taking a drag, a stream of tobacco-tinged smoke curled out from under his nose while he flicked the ash casually, "You’re here? I thought you’d decided to stay home with your newlywed wife and wouldn’t come!"

Upon hearing Xi Mohan’s somewhat sarcastic tone, Lu Jingchen smiled nonchalantly, "The same could be said for you, but... I thought you’d be spending the night over at Ning Wan’s place. What, after several years of abstinence, you come back and didn’t even go home, but went straight to her and overpowered her? Have you truly fallen for her?"