Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Mo Yinhe: Successful theft of fragrance 2
Si Mingjing couldn’t help but tense up and said into the phone, "Senior Brother, I still have things to deal with here. I’m going to hang up now."
She hung up.
Mo Yinhe walked toward her with a dark face, seemingly bringing a storm with him. "Who were you on the phone with, laughing so happily?"
Si Mingjing didn’t answer but watched him warily.
"What are you here for?"
Mo Yinhe lifted his eyelids, offering a justified reason, "You haven’t given me my acupuncture today."
He had purposefully taken a shower and timed his arrival, thinking she would be ready for bed by now. Little did he know she was actually in the kitchen cooking and chatting on the phone with another man, laughing so delightfully, as if she were basking in the warm sun.
She had never laughed like that in front of him. Was it because he didn’t deserve it?
A fire of jealousy ignited in Mo Yinhe’s chest. He itched to slaughter the man on the phone.
After entering, he saw she was cooking noodles and couldn’t help but ask with concern, "Didn’t you eat this evening, or are you hungry again?"
"I had some matters to attend to tonight and just took care of them. You can wait outside. Once I’ve finished cooking and eaten the noodles, I’ll perform your acupuncture."
Right now, she was famished and only wanted to fill her stomach.
Mo Yinhe saw the noodles in her pot were overcooked. When he heard she hadn’t eaten dinner, his simmering anger was overshadowed by a pang of concern for her.
"You were so preoccupied chatting on the phone with some other man that you overcooked the noodles this badly. Can you even eat them?"
"That was my Senior Brother!"
Mo Yinhe wouldn’t listen, convinced it was some other man. They were even going to celebrate New Year’s together? Were they treating him like he was dead?
Mo Yinhe pushed her aside, stood before the kitchen counter, turned off the stove, and dumped the entire pot of mushy noodles into the trash can.
Si Mingjing narrowed her eyes slightly. "What are you doing?"
The kitchen in the small building wasn’t large, and Mo Yinhe found her standing beside him bothersome and in the way.
"Stay outside. I’ll make you something to eat."
Although he felt uneasy, he didn’t want his baby to go hungry.
Si Mingjing was somewhat surprised. "You can cook too?"
Mo Yinhe ignored her. After refilling the pot with water, he strode out of the small building.
A few minutes later, Mo Yinhe returned with a bowl of cooked beef.
He planned to make beef noodles for her; it used to be her favorite dish he made. Mo Yinhe prided himself on his skill at making them.
As Mo Yinhe cooked in the kitchen, he resembled a domestic man, unexpectedly stirring her heart. Si Mingjing watched his tall, broad back, and for some reason, found herself mesmerized.
When a steaming bowl of beef noodles was placed on the table, Si Mingjing was beyond surprised. She hadn’t expected him to actually cook! She picked up her chopsticks to try it.
Just as the noodles were about to reach her mouth, she suddenly paused.
She looked up at Mo Yinhe, who was sitting next to her.
"Why aren’t you eating? Try my cooking."
"You didn’t poison it again, did you?"
Si Mingjing was like a frightened bird.
Mo Yinhe raised his hand and tapped her forehead. "Am I that bad? Eat up, don’t starve."
It was hard to say. This man had schemed against her not just once or twice, and each time she had fallen for his tricks.
Tonight, Mo Yinhe wore a white, plush pajama set. The ties of the pajamas were casually knotted at his waist. The orange light of the dining room cast a glow on his pale, alluring collarbones, inexplicably stirring her heart.
The faint scent of agarwood lingered on him—it was the Zhanlong Fragrance.
It teased her nostrils.
Si Mingjing was sure that, when not in her estrus period, the Zhanlong Fragrance posed no threat to her. However, she feared that by eating this bowl of noodles, she might become his plaything.
Mo Yinhe was exasperated. "If I wanted to sleep with you, would I need to poison you? Come on, eat. If you go hungry, you’ll risk stomach problems."
"Three strikes and you’re out—this is the last time I’ll trust you."
Si Mingjing lowered her head and began to eat.
The soup had a rich beef flavor—a delight to her taste buds.
If Mo Yinhe ever decided to open a noodle shop, he’d probably do very well, Si Mingjing thought. But considering his power and status, he’d never open a noodle shop in this lifetime.
"How does it taste?"
Si Mingjing returned a smile. "Your cooking isn’t bad."
Since she’d eaten his food, Si Mingjing felt obliged to be particularly attentive during Mo Yinhe’s acupuncture treatment after the meal.
She asked him, "I’ve been giving you acupuncture for over half a month now. How have you been feeling lately?"
Mo Yinhe told her how he truly felt.
He lay on the sofa, pointing to where she was inserting the needle near his heart. "It feels stuffy here," he said, "as if there’s a fire burning inside, so hot it makes all my internal organs ache. Mingjing, I feel like killing someone."
Si Mingjing’s expression was serious. "Why would you feel that way?"
After taking his pulse and listening quietly for some time, she determined that his chronic condition was gradually improving with the acupuncture. He shouldn’t be experiencing such a reaction, should he?
"How long have you been feeling this way?"
"About an hour."
Ever since he’d heard her happily talking to that other man on the phone, the fire of jealousy in his heart hadn’t died down, but he’d managed to suppress it.
His Mingjing was rejecting him now. He didn’t want to get angry, as that would only make her push him away further—the loss would outweigh the gain.
"An hour?"
Wasn’t that about the time he came to the small building to find her?
Si Mingjing couldn’t help but feel startled. "Did you come looking for me because you weren’t feeling well? Why didn’t you say so earlier? You waited an hour before speaking up?"
Mo Yinhe’s face darkened. "It started when I heard you cooing on the phone with that other man."
Si Mingjing froze for a moment. Realizing she’d been tricked, she felt an urge to slap Mo Yinhe across the room.
"Be serious! I don’t want anyone joking around when I’m diagnosing a condition. It’s very easy to make a misdiagnosis!"
When Si Mingjing treated patients, she was always very serious and didn’t appreciate jokes.
"Could the ’great king of vinegar’ in your heart really allow you to flirt with other men?" Mo Yinhe’s lips curled into a displeased sneer.
Si Mingjing couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.
After the thirty-minute acupuncture session ended, she wanted to send him away.
But Mo Yinhe caught her by the waist, pulled her into his embrace, and settled her onto his lap.
He held her encircled, domineering yet tender, giving her no chance to break free.
His scent, the faint Zhanlong Fragrance, was intoxicating.
Si Mingjing tried to ignore his alluring scent, her voice trembling. "Mo Yinhe, let me go."
"I won’t. Who was it that said during an interview today that she has a childhood sweetheart, and her love for her ’great king of vinegar’ is unwavering unto death, loyal and true? You have this ’king of vinegar’ in your heart, yet you’re still cooing on the phone with other men. Mingjing, the ’king of vinegar’ inside you is feeling very sour right now."
"I still haven’t confirmed if you’re that jerk from my past! Maybe you’re not!"
"Do I need to show you with my actions whether I am or not?"
Mo Yinhe held her fast in his embrace and bent down to capture her lips.
He cradled the back of her head and kissed her deeply, his lips forceful and demanding.
Si Mingjing’s eyes flew wide in shock. !!!!
She couldn’t believe she had actually been kissed by him.