MY MASTER'S KISS, VOLUME 2 - Season 6 Episode 100

There was no more response from Mo Jingshen. Ji Nuan glanced at his name and profile picture.

Could it be that he planned using her photo forever?

To be honest, the photo was quite well-taken.

Although she was in the photo, it wasn’t a tacky selfie. At first glance, the focus seemed to be the scenery outside the car. However, the photographer also caught the person inside the car on camera. At the time, Ji Nuan had been speaking to him and her expression was natural. She wasn’t scowling, and there was even a hint of a smile in her eyes.

To be honest, it was really quite natural and quite pleasant.

After staring for a long while, she abruptly came to the awareness that she had fixated on Mo Jingshen’s display picture in a bout of narcissism. She immediately closed her WeChat and stared at her movie with a stony expression.

Before she could finish half of the movie, Mo Jingshen returned.

Ji Nuan turned to see that he was holding a bowl of steaming hot noodles. It was an extremely large bowl; likely because he feared she would nitpick that there wasn’t enough and decisively cooked a two person portion instead.

Mo Jingshen placed the bowl on the table. At the same time, he brought over a smaller bowl, lifting some of the noodles onto it. He then turned to Ji Nuan, who remained on the bed: “Didn’t you say you were hungry and wanted noodles? Come eat.”

Ji Nuan remained unmoving on the bed. She spoke lightly: “I don’t have the strength to move off the bed.”

The man glanced at her. Just as Ji Nuan met his gaze, she suddenly thought that he might carry her over. She contemplated standing up herself but the man had already brought the bowl of chopsticks over. He patiently picked up some noodles and raised it to her lips: “Here you go.”

Ji Nuan glanced at him and pursed her lips.

The man lifted his graceful, deep brows: “What’s wrong? You made me cook noodles for you in the middle of the night. Now that the noodles are made and brought to your lips, you’re not going to eat it? Are you trying to get me to feed you with my mouth?”

Ji Nuan glanced at the noodles in his hands: “How did you convince them to let you use the kitchen?”

The man’s expression was unchanged. He patiently dipped the noodles into the broth to maintain its texture, answering: “‘Money can make the devil turn the millstones,’ much less giving up a kitchen.”

Ji Nuan did not reply.

All right, that is indeed the most direct method.

She pursed her lips. Seeing that the noodles were already placed by her mouth, and had been there for a while, she took a bite.

It was really good.

Extremely good.

Seeing that she was slowly chewing, and that she refused to swallow after half a day, her slow movements caused the man to raise his brows: “What’s wrong? It doesn’t taste good?”

Ji Nuan swallowed her conscience as she spoke dishonestly: “It really isn’t all that great.”

The man hummed with a smile. He was mindless of her words as he fed her another mouthful: “You have to eat it even if it isn’t good. Otherwise, you’ll be hungry until the morning.”

“Earlier, I said I wanted seafood noodles.” Ji Nuan’s words were unclear as she chewed.

“Firstly, you’re not allowed to have seafood now. Wait until tomorrow morning, when we’ve confirmed that your fever hasn’t returned. When you’re ill, you have to be careful with what you eat. Secondly, how fresh do you think the seafood in the kitchen will be at such a time? Even the freshest ingredients would have been kept there for longer than a day.” The man’s expression was composed: “If you want to have seafood, we’ll visit an island soon to have some. There’s no need to rush.”

Who would go to an island with him.

Ji Nuan lowered her eyes to eat, ignoring him.

It was actually really good.

How could Mo Jingshen not understand that the little woman was being untruthful? After bullying her harshly last night, her temper was already bad. Now that she was being obstinate, there was no way she would soften easily.

After all, he was indeed the one who bullied her into such a state. It wasn’t unreasonable for her to command him around.

“If there’s not enough in this bowl, I made more,” the man reminded her.

Ji Nuan paused mid-chew. Earlier, she had said that it wasn’t good. Right now, she seemed to be eating with a gusto, taking every bite he offered. With a few bites, half of the bowl of noodles were gone.

She abruptly shifted her face away: “I’m not eating anymore.”

“Aren’t you hungry? You only ate a few bites?”

“I’m not eating anymore.”

“Don’t be silly.Finish your food. It’s rare that you have an appetite. You should eat more.”

Ji Nuan shrunk back into the bed and covered her feet with the sheets. She then lifted her phone to continue with her movie.

Mo Jingshen watched her for several seconds and placed the bowl down. He did not use a lot of force, but his aura had turned cold and heavy: “Ji Nuan.”

He watched her, calling her composedly: “I know that you’re upset. It’s true that I didn’t restrain myself well last night. But the fault cannot be placed entirely on me. You were intoxicated yet you ran off to soak in the rain. Your every action and word made it difficult for me to be polite and maintain my rationality. Right now, I can give into you and spoil you. You said you were hungry, and that you wanted me to cook. All right, I cooked. No matter if it’s good or not, you have to finish it. You can’t mistreat your own stomach.”

He saw that her head was still lowered, the man raised his hand and pinched her chin. He softened his voice: “Do you really plan on having me feed you with my mouth?”

Before Ji Nuan could answer, he lowered his eyes to watch her: “Your current temper is truly identical to the way it used to be; stubborn and obstinate.”

She was silent for a moment before glancing at him: “Previously, weren’t you the one who told me to quit with the gentle and understanding mask? I’m exactly the way I used to be; ‘a mountain is easy to shift, but a man’s personality is much harder to change.’ My temper is rooted in my bones. The Ji Nuan who would think twice before acting and speaking in order to hold onto the marriage and to hold onto you is already gone. I’m me. Besides, there’s nothing much to hide from you. You said I was acting in order to keep from having to divorce you. Right now, I’m living as myself, yet you complain that my temper is poor. Mo Jingshen, do you think I’m made of clay? You can force me into being round when you please, and force me into being square when you desire?”

She had said so much, yet the man only chuckled lightly. He picked up the bowl once more: “Right now, your temper is much more than bad. You even use my words against me. If I really had the intention to harm you, I’m afraid you might pick up a knife and charge toward me anytime.”

Ji Nuan glanced at him.

It wasn’t to the extent of charging toward him.

But if it hadn’t been to change the trajectory of her life, if he hadn’t really done it for her, she would definitely maintain a distance from him. In this lifetime, she would never agree to visit Jing City with him. If she really could not avoid him, she would have scrammed back to London, so that they would never meet again.

Thinking about it now, the reason Mo Jingshen, this deeply scheming man, had told her the truth from the start was likely to keep her from hiding too far away.