Mo Yan in the Book 56 - 60

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56 Lunch: 

Mo Yan was relieved but with the relief came a wave of anger, he had tricked her.

‘You…how could you do that in public!’ She said.

He found her face flush with anger particularly attractive.

‘So, it’s alright to do it at home?’ He asked, his voice was thick with lust. But then he looked up at her and realised she looked like she was about to cry.

‘I want to tidy up.’ She said, her voice was watery. She looked like she really wanted him to leave, so with a sigh, he rose and returned to his office, leaving her to clean up.

He returned to his work. But a small smile was on his face remembering her sweetness. He wished he could rush in and crush her beneath him in bed.

There was a knock on the door.

‘Enter.’

Jason entered and gave a slight bow, ‘Mr Xiao, I have dismissed that employee. Would you like me to order your lunch, sir?’

He realised Secretary Mo was not in the office, he was curious about her whereabouts but knew better than to ask.

‘No. I will go out to lunch with Secretary Mo. You may go.’ Muchen replied with a dismissive wave. He wanted his assistant to leave quickly, so that Mo Yan wouldn’t get embarrassed and be annoyed with him. (Zuben: Which one is Muchen again?)

As soon as Jason left the office, Mo Yan entered.

‘Was someone here just now?’ She asked looking nervous.

‘No.’ he replied. She had tidied herself up, she looked fresh.

Mo Yan was relieved by his reply and returned to her desk.

‘If you want to each lunch at noon, you need to finish the work.’ He said, and before she could reply he returned to his own work.

Knowing that it would be useless to refute, she continued to sort through the meeting materials to avoid his estrus. She collated the data, and noted important points from the meeting. Finishing this made Mo Yan feel relieved.

Once he saw she was done, he rose out of his chair and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair saying, ‘Let’s go.’

Signalling her to keep up, they left his office. Realising he may be walking too fast, because Mo Yan was struggling to keep up, he slowed down. Mo Yan’s sight was occluded by his broad back, so she slowly followed him out of the office.

As soon as they saw the lift doors close and go down, the employees were in an uproar.

‘Who is she?’

‘Why did President Xiao bring her to work?’

‘Can you believe Sister Ya got fired?!’

‘That part is fine. I was sick of seeing her heavily made up face.’ (Zuben: As though those ‘pure’ make up people don’t have enough make up on their face the start another boutique.)

‘I know who she is; she is Mo Yan of the Mo family. She just ended her engagement with the Long family.’

‘She ended her engagement and immediately started going out with the president? Maybe, they were having an affair.’ Someone said, their words laced with jealousy.

Jason entered the noisy office and shouted, ‘Do you not have work to do? Or would you like to join Miss Ya?’

The others went silent at that, and Jason went back to his desk to continue working.

The sports car came to a stop before a traditional building. Stepping out of the car, he opened the door for Mo Yan. Placing her hand on his arm, he entered the restaurant. The walls were panels of detail wood relief carvings, polished and gleaming in the light. The restaurant had a dignified air, one could tell that only top-ranking people came there. The walls were soundproofed, and each booth protected the privacy of their customers. (Zuben: This is getting old)

But there was a strong body odour in the air, and Muchen looked down at her,

‘It would be fresher upstairs.’

Mo Yan nodded.

‘Yan-yan?’ a familiar voice called from behind making her look back. 

57 Her Boss:

She saw Long Aotian staring at her in surprise. With Aotian was a beautiful young lady. This must be Ye Ling, the heroine. But her eyes were a little strange as though she knew Mo Yan. But she knew that the original Mo Yan had never met Ye Ling, so there was a little doubt in her heart.

Mo Yan gave a brusque nod, ‘Aotian.’

‘This is?’ he asked, naturally domineering, as though he was born to be the king of the world and other could not help but surrender at his feet. Mo Yan was surrounded with this kind of man. (Zuben: Kings of the World are pebbles on the beach in this book though)

‘This is my boss; President Xiao. Mr Xiao Muchen.’ She said, but she held his arm tighter trying to make sure he didn’t say anything she didn’t want him to. Muchen raised an eyebrow at Mo Yan. He was annoyed and unhappy, but he didn’t disprove her words.

‘Hello, Mr Xiao. I have heard of you a lot. I am Long Aotian.’

Muchen gave a villainous smile, ‘So you’re young Master Long. I heard from my family’s Secretary Mo, it’s a pity that the two of you cancelled your engagement.’ He said trying to reveal a little of their relationship. Although, the words were regretful, his tone was amused.

My family? Aotian narrowed his eyes in puzzlement. And his had felt strange but he immediately suppressed it. He could tell Xiao Muchen was being hostile, but he could not fathom how he would have offended him. It seemed during the time he hadn’t seen her, Mo Yan had provoked men that even he could not provoke.

‘One’s fate is also very important.’ He said with a smile, drawing Ye Ling closer.

‘Since we have been introduced, why don’t we have lunch together?’ Aotian proposed. Both women’s expression changed; Mo Yan was frightened, and Ye Ling was surprised.

‘Sure.’ Muchen replied. Mo Yan pressed her lips together in displeasure, she reached under his jacked and pinched him.

‘Be good, don’t make a fuss.’ Muchen said tapping her pretty nose as he took her arm. He dropped a light kiss on her lips. He was very happy that there was a little crack in Long Aotian’s dignified expression.

He waved at the waiter to take them to a booth, and he put a possessive arm around Mo Yan’s slender waist as they walked to their designated booth.

Long Aotian’s eyes narrowed at the arm around Mo Yan’s waist not seeing the ferocious expression on Ye Ling’s face.

How could it be?! Mo Yan should be crazily jealous of Long Aotian’s love for her, but instead she had this man all over her. It must be that her butterfly wings were too powerful…or Mo Yan was also reborn, and now, she was hiding her true nature to steal the love of all the men!

Either way, Mo Yan was just a loser; scheming, and really vicious. Ye Ling wanted to let everyone see her true face.

Their dining room was beautifully decorated. The chair seat cushions had auspicious patterns all over them, and the craftsmanship of the furniture was fine. A chandelier hung above the table; it was elegantly designed; the crystals set to form a flower around the lights.

‘Have some fish.’ Muchen said to her, serving her some of the fish, ‘the seafood here is really fresh.’

‘Yan-yan doesn’t like fish.’ Aotian interjected, ‘have some meat.’ He placed some meat into her bowl.

Muchen frowned at Aotian.

‘Not liking it before, doesn’t mean not eating it now. Thank you, Aotian, but I think you should look after the lovely lady beside you.’ She said coldly before eating the fish Muchen had served her.

58 Self-respect: 

Mo Yan’s words made Muchen smile. He took a sip of his red wine, before saying to the shocked Aotian, ‘Long-shao, you should take care of your lady. Don’t worry about my secretary.’

Ye Ling’s pretty face had gone pale, she looked upset and her eyes were watery. Aotion remembered himself.

Seeing him pay attention to her again, Ye Ling’s heart was full of sweetness and pride. It had taken some time to dispel her lovers’ doubts about her sudden change in character, and reignite their interest in her. But she hadn’t expected that Aotian had any lingering feelings for Mo Yan. It must be because of Mo Yan’s relationship with this man that the engagement was cancelled, and still she has come to pester Aotian.

‘Hello, I am Ye Ling.’ She said with a brilliant smile at Mo Yan. Her smart but innocent looks made men want to cuddle her.

‘Hello, I am Mo Yan.’ Mo Yan nodded softly, with natural grace and nobility in her elegant smile.

‘Is this person Yan-jiejie’s boyfriend?’ She asked with wide-eyed innocence. (Zuben: Like a booby)

Yan…jiejie? Did she look that old?

Muchen burst out in a soft chuckle, Mo Yan turned to him with a frown, not realising that her expression was in no way intimidating, it just made him want to cuddle her to appease her.

‘No, he’s my employer.’ She replied, ignoring his burning gaze.

‘Ah, I’m sorry that I misunderstood. It just that you look like you have a good relationship.’

There was a trace of envy in Ye Ling’s words that puzzled Mo Yan. At this time, in the original story, the four men should be inseparable from Ye Ling. They should be wanting her around them to pamper her every day. Or was it that because Mo Yan had not been provoking the situation, their feelings for Ye Ling were not tempered yet? (Zuben: Well the path of true love in Chinese novels needs enemies flying in left and right.)

‘I think Aotian cares for you as well.’ Mo Yan said politely.

Noticing that Mo Yan was not in the mood to talk, Muchen spoke just as Ye Ling was going to, ‘I’m sorry, we are late. We have to get back to work. Excuse us, we’ll be leaving first.’ With that he pulled the tired Mo Yan up and walked out slowly. (Zuben: What the hell did she do that she’s tired?)

The way he held Mo Yan made Aotian extremely unhappy. It was as though Xiao Muchen was afraid that she would run away if he didn’t hold her close.

‘Yan-jiejie is very beautiful and gentle, I rather like her, but it doesn’t seem like she cares for me.’ Ye Ling said tears pouring out of her eyes, bringing Aotian’s gaze back to her.

‘No, it’s not that,’ he said trying to comfort her, ‘She needs to go back to work. She’s probably very busy. Baby don’t cry, it makes my heart hurt when you cry.’ His usually indifferent expression was filled with gentleness as he pecked her tender pink lips. Her sweetness was addictive.

He also drew her away, and left. (Zuben: Who paid for the wasted food?)

In Muchen’s car, he glanced at Mo Yan as he probed, ‘It seems he hasn’t let go of you.’

‘It’s just his over inflated pride; he thinks that I should still be obsessed with him. Since I’m not, his pride is hurt.’ She replied, she knew his pride and self-confidence.

She yawned.

Her answer made Muchen snigger; how could he not understand Long Aotian’s mind. From the moment Long Aotian had seen them, Muchen knew his self-esteem had taken a hit. He thought Mo Yan would still love him, and not have any other man around her. He hadn’t expected her to take up with another man so soon. He only wanted to know if Mo Yan still had feelings for Long Aotian. It seems that the kitty had completely let go.

59 Yan-jiejie:

The drive made Mo Yan sleepy. Seeing her nodding off, Muchen could not help but laugh.

‘Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we arrive.’

So, she fell asleep.

Muchen drove back to the building. He guided the car into the underground parking lot without waking Mo Yan. Her sleeping face made him smile. Tendrils of her hair caressed her face and her lips were slightly parted, and he could hear her deep even breathing. It made him want to lower his head and kiss her tempting mouth. The car was filled with her feminine fragrance.

Taking off his coat and placing it over her, he gently lifted her out of the car and walked up to the lift. He pressed the button for their floor. He entered the apartment and took her to her room. He placed her gently on the bed, then left silently shutting the door behind him.

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‘I heard you ran into Princess Mo today.’ Ouyang Yu asked Aotian who was deep in thought.

‘Hm, but her personality has done a total one-eighty. She no longer pesters me.’ He replied recalling the events of the afternoon.

‘Isn’t that a good thing? What are you worried about?’ Ling Zifeng asked.

‘Nothing.’ He replied with a chuckle.

Mo Yan had really changed, her original fiery arrogance had vanished leaving a cool, noble and elegant woman. She had matured and was no longer out-going. It was a side of her he had never experienced before, and there was a desire to understand why.

‘Are you talking about Yan-jiejie?’ Ye Ling’s charming bell like voice asked from over his head.

‘Yan-jiejie?’ Ouyang Che burst out laughing. Well, her make up style was always made her look a bit older than her age. It would make her look older than Ye Ling.

‘Why are you laughing? I chatted with her today; she was very nice. I liked her very much.’ She said childishly, seemingly infatuated with her fantasy.

Seeing Ye Ling thinking of Mo Yan in admiration, made them uneasy. Although Mo Yan had announced she no longer liked Aotian, it could all be an evil scheme.

‘Darling, please, pay attention to your safety.’

Ye Ling stared at them in confusion at those words, they could not help but feel helpless. They had liked her because of her unpretentious nature. They wanted to keep her safe from the darkness of their world.

‘But, Yan-jiejie doesn’t seem to like me. Do you think it’s because she believes I robbed Aotian from her?’ She began to cry. Crystalline tears feel down her cheeks slowly. (Zuben: Do you think she can psychically control her tears for maximum effect), ‘I feel like I should apologise to Yan-jiejie.’

The men were distraught. They quickly gathered around to comfort her. At the same time, the words worried the men. It may truly be that Mo Yan pretended not to care; she must still love Aotian. And seeing Aotian with their beloved this afternoon must have riled her up with jealousy.

‘Don’t cry baby, it’s not because of anything you did. Don’t worry about what Mo Yan is thinking. Alright?’

But Aotian was doubtful, Mo Yan’s attitude this afternoon was as though she did not want to have anything to do with them, she wanted to draw a clear line between them. So why would Ye Ling believe that Mo Yan was behaving coldly because she was jealous of her? Che, Yu and Zifeng have not seen Mo Yan for a while, they weren’t aware of the changes in her. With baby’s words, they would still think that she had not changed.

Thinking of that afternoon, when Ye Ling woke up behaving like a different person. And now, with this situation, he felt like he had not fully seen the woman beside him.

‘Aotian, what are you thinking?’ Che asked with a nudge of his shoulder.

But Aotian laughed, ‘Nothing, I was just in a trance.’

For now, he could only observe Ye Ling. 

60 Something smells good:

A bright moon crept over the trees and lit the penthouse bedroom through the floor to ceiling glass. The woman’s feather like lashes quivered before she slowly opened her eyes. She looked around with a frown, ‘How did I get back here?’ she asked herself.

Looking in all the other rooms, she found no trace of Muchen or anyone else. So, she went to the kitchen to feed herself. The fridge was filled with a variety of ingredients much to Mo Yan’s surprise. She selected what she needed and began to prepare her dinner.

She placed fresh pork slices into the seasoned pot of water, added vegetables and boiled eggs. Once that was done, she poured the soup over noodles.

A bowl of noodles in clear soup was her dinner tonight.

‘Something smells good.’ A pair of solid arms encircled Mo Yan’s slender waist. He rubbed his face against the back of her neck, and blew hot air against her sensitive neck and ears making her shiver. He didn’t know if he was referring to her fragrance or the noodles she had just made.

Unable to break free, Mo Yan could only let him continue to stand in his tight embrace.

‘I thought you were still out. But why didn’t you take me back to work? Why did you bring me here? And why do you have the code to get in?’ She asked in rapid succession.

The sharp intake of breath in her ear made her panic and suddenly timid. She grabbed his sleeve and tried to push him away.

Looking down at her trembling figure, Muchen could not help the sense of doting, but also there was an impulse to bully her more.

‘How can I answer when you ask so many questions? I am the boss, so of course, I have the right to decide when a person under my employ can go home or not. As for getting in here, it seems Qiye did not tell you; we all have our data in the system. This place belongs to all of us.’

He kissed her shoulder and his hands restlessly explored her body, rubbing her rapidly fluctuating breasts.

‘Don’t…how about I make you dinner.’ She said trying to keep his beastly paws off her for as long as possible. She turned around and gave him a smile, but he looked like he didn’t have any intention of releasing her. She sighed. An aggrieved frown marred her face as she tried to push down her shame, and kiss him, gently licking his thin lips. (Zuben: Thin lipped men don’t normally have big dicks. So, we can conclude that they are snake men in human skin suits)

Mo Yan’s actions reminded Muchen of Hanyu constantly calling her ‘kitten’. She really was like a cat. She usually ignored them, but she knew how to play when she really wanted something.

But regardless of her flattering smile, he wanted to see what she would do to get her way. But when she gave him that inexperienced kiss, his brain shut down, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue teased her sweet one, lingering, sucking, and licking. She was not allowed to avoid his kiss, and she quickly softened into it.

He pulled back the moment she felt like she had lost all oxygen and she felt dizzy, she leaned on him weakly,

‘Don’t you want to make me noodles for dinner? I will wait.’ He said before giving her a kiss on her forehead, eyes, nose, and lips, tickling the emotional desire in her body.

‘Let go…’

He released her, and Mo Yan quickly turned back to the cooker to make his dinner. Something to concentrate on to try and forget the passion and desire he had ignited within her.

He laughed, making her feel ashamed and indignant.

‘You wait outside.’ She said with a glare at him. But she was truly like a harmless kitten. Her unconscious charm coupled with the little grievance and coquetry in her voice, made him want to eat her up.

‘Sure.’ He replied indifferently, but his eyes were full of tender feelings and doting.

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