Chapter 203: Chapter 203: You Want Me To Slap Your Face? Alright! 1
Si Mingjing didn’t speak. She struggled a couple of times but couldn’t break free, so she turned to the living room TV and said, "Xiaoye, I want to watch ’Love Deeply, Not As Deep As You’."
The living room smart TV, named Xiaoye, emitted a mechanical voice. "Okay, Master. Searching for ’Love Deeply, Not As Deep As You’. Master, you watched up to episode 40 last time. Shall I play episode 41 for you?"
"Okay," Si Mingjing said.
Soon, the smart TV began to play the show.
Unexpectedly, episode 41 started with the male lead pinning the female lead against the wall without a word.
Si Mingjing’s face instantly flushed with embarrassment.
She heard Mo Yinhe laughing behind her. Si Mingjing raised her leg and stamped hard on Mo Yinhe’s foot. "Let me go!"
Mo Yinhe laughed heartily. "Mingjing, this show is really good."
He didn’t let go, still holding her in his arms.
He focused on watching the domineering male lead on the TV show pin the female lead against the wall. The scene was very tantalizing, enough to make anyone’s heart itch.
"Mingjing, do you want to try it?"
"I don’t want to! Let me go!" Si Mingjing was mortified.
She struggled hard. Mo Yinhe took the opportunity to loosen his arms, only to then pin her down on the couch.
Before she could get up, his tall figure pressed down on her.
His palm cradled the back of her head.
His gaze was tender and captivating, fixed on her beautiful pink lips.
Realizing his intentions, Si Mingjing gasped, "Mo Yinhe, you better not... Mmmph!"
He pressed his lips firmly against hers, just like the male lead in the TV drama.
Si Mingjing’s heart pounded like a drum, almost leaping out of her throat.
She struggled, but he wouldn’t yield.
Her lips were soft and tender. The touch sent a thrill through him.
Si Mingjing was about to cry from frustration. Her mind buzzed, triggering the new memories from that day, and she felt her ears burning hot.
It was uncertain how long it had been when Mo Yinhe finally released her. Si Mingjing buried her face deep into the couch, too embarrassed to lift her head.
There was a sense of being out of control.
It was as if Mo Yinhe were a quagmire before her; once she stepped in, she would only sink deeper and deeper, unable to pull herself out.
"Get lost!"
She stuck out her foot, kicking aimlessly, her face still buried in the couch. "If you don’t leave, I’ll chop you up!"
Mo Yinhe left with a laugh.
His Mingjing was shy, and her shy demeanor was truly adorable.
Only after confirming that Mo Yinhe had left did Si Mingjing raise her head. She sat on the couch, her cheeks flushed red with annoyance, watched the TV, and fiercely rubbed her lips.
「The next morning.」
Si Mingjing followed Ye Xinguang to the Lin Family estate.
They went by car.
On the way, Ye Xinguang held Si Mingjing’s hand, chatting with her.
"Mingjing, Yinhe wants to pursue you. Both his father and I support it; we like you very much," Ye Xinguang said.
Si Mingjing instantly felt embarrassed.
Ye Xinguang continued to explain, "This is my and his father’s stance, just to let you know that we particularly like you. As for the rest, we elders won’t intervene too much. You shouldn’t feel pressured. If Yinhe really can’t win you over, that’s his own lack of ability. It’s right for a girl to be cherished."
Warmth filled Si Mingjing’s heart. She nodded.
Ye Xinguang was stating her position, letting her know the elders’ perspective so she wouldn’t feel burdened as a girl living in the Ye Family home.
Si Mingjing recalled Su Cheng’s mother, Qin Yinan.
Both were ladies from wealthy families, but Qin Yinan despised her utterly, whereas Ye Xinguang had sincerely expressed her fondness for her.
This contrast made her feel very comfortable.
The car drove into the Lin Family estate and stopped in front of a European-style villa. They got out together.
Madam Lin had been waiting at the entrance for them.
Seeing Ye Xinguang emerge from the car, Madam Lin immediately went to greet her, and the two women chatted affectionately, like sisters.
Madam Lin was in her forties, rather slim but very charismatic. She had been doted on by her husband after getting married and, despite being chronically ill, was considered quite fortunate. However, her abdomen was slightly protruding, like that of a woman five months pregnant. On the way, Ye Xinguang had already told Si Mingjing that Madam Lin’s abdomen was chronically distended due to ascites caused by cancer. She had to go to the hospital every fortnight to have the fluid drained; otherwise, her belly would swell significantly. This was the torture the disease inflicted upon her.
With one glance, Si Mingjing understood.
Ye Xinguang introduced her to Madam Lin. "This is Mingjing."
Madam Lin said, "I’ve seen you on the trending topics. You’re even more beautiful in person, Miss Si. Thank you for coming to treat me. Let’s go inside and sit."
"It’s no trouble at all," Si Mingjing replied.
Si Mingjing took her medical kit from the trunk, slung it over her shoulder, and followed them inside. They sat on the living room couch, drinking herbal tea and eating snacks.
Then, Si Mingjing took Madam Lin’s pulse.
At that moment, a graceful figure in high heels walked in with a CLICK-CLACK sound.
"Aunt Lin, I heard that Miss Si, the one known as the ’Beacon of Hope for Cancer Patients,’ is visiting. Is this young lady her? She looks so young. Can she really treat illnesses? Or is she just famous for nothing?"
The woman who entered looked quite young herself, around twenty-four or twenty-five, dressed in a fashionable skirt suit. Despite the deep winter, she showed off half of her slender, fair calves. Her figure was graceful, and her presence striking.
Si Mingjing raised an eyebrow, glancing at the woman.
The woman also looked at her, her eyes carrying an inexplicable hostility.
The woman was Lin Xiansi, the precious daughter of the Lin Family’s second branch, who had been especially infatuated with Mo Yinhe in her younger years.
At the age of twenty, she declared that she would marry no one but Mo Yinhe.
To marry Mo Yinhe, she had even threatened to take her own life.
The year before last, Madam Lin hosted a banquet at home to celebrate her fortieth birthday, and Mo Yinhe came to offer his congratulations.
Lin Xiansi created a grand spectacle. On the estate’s lawn, she arranged ribbons to form a heart shape, hung many colorful lights and red and white balloons, and scattered a multitude of red and white roses and lilies on the ground. She had many friends there shouting and cheering her on. Finally, she had someone lead Mo Yinhe to the spot.
Lin Xiansi, dressed in a wedding gown, proposed to Mo Yinhe on the spot, presenting an engagement ring she had prepared herself.
The atmosphere was intensely romantic.
Many people clapped for her and joined in the chorus, "Say yes to her! Say yes to her! Say yes to her!"
But Mo Yinhe was utterly dismissive.
He rejected Lin Xiansi right then and there.
Lin Xiansi, furious, dragged the long train of her wedding dress and ran to the rooftop of the Lin Family’s three-story villa, declaring that if Mo Yinhe didn’t agree to her proposal, she would jump.
Suddenly, everyone in the banquet hall was alarmed.
Standing on the edge of the rooftop, Lin Xiansi looked as if she might fall at any moment, and everyone was terrified.
Lin Xiansi’s parents pleaded with their daughter to come down.
"Not unless Brother Mo agrees to my proposal!" Lin Xiansi cried, prepared to face death.
Lin Xiansi’s parents were helpless. They begged Mo Yinhe to agree, at least for the moment, to stabilize their daughter’s emotions.
Mo Yinhe, followed by the Lin family members, went up to the third-floor rooftop. Looking at the desperate Lin Xiansi, he asked her, "Are you sure? If I don’t agree, you’ll jump?"
Lin Xiansi declared, "If I can’t marry you in this life, I’d rather die!"
"Fine," Mo Yinhe said. "I’ll grant your wish."
Mo Yinhe showed no anger, his expression unchanged. He simply walked up to Lin Xiansi, his eyes cold as he delivered his reply.