Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Nuo Yan, Xiao Moli’s mother was a legendary person who was exceptionally courageous and graceful.
She would never interfere with her son’s marriage simply because she did not like what she saw in Bai Xiner or because she did not like her.
“So what’s the deal between you and Bai Xiner?” Yun Yi asked, curious.
For some unexplainable reason, he sensed that what Xiao Moli felt for Bai Xiner was not love.
Xiao Moli just kept drinking glass after glass and did not say a word.
It was the same every time this topic was raised: Xiao Moli would avoid responding. Yun Yi looked at Chen Jun and shrugged in resignation. Taking the cue, he switched subjects and asked with a leery laugh, “Come on, spit it out. What kind of heavenly beauty did Ningning use to successfully climb into your bed?”
The kiddo Ningning was extremely quick-witted and had always been mature for his tender age.
They had assumed that he had found another woman to trap Xiao Moli because he did not like Bai Xiner. The fact was that they did not know who this woman was.
Heavenly beauty? The image of the scene that morning appeared before him—that disheveled woman, roused from her sleep, with a head of hair like a bird’s nest, eyeing him with lust like a nymphomaniac.
And the ridiculous sight of her ranting and raving at him…
The one who had the audacity to throw him a five-dollar note!
Xiao Moli indifferently said, “Idiotic woman.”
When he realized that Xiao Moli had indeed responded to his question, Yun Yi’s mouth gaped in shock.
With the exception of his mother and sister, Xiao Moli had never volunteered any comment about any woman, not even Bai Xiner.
But now, he had actually heard the great Mr. Xiao personally assessing another woman. What a miracle!
But then again, an idiotic woman?
Yun Yi snickered. It would appear that something interesting must have happened between those two.
Unable to fend off the barrage of curious questions from Yun Yi and Chen Jun, Xiao Moli rose from the couch irritably and left.
It was way past midnight by the time he got home.
Walking directly to his bedroom, he pushed open the door and saw An Ziqi spread out and sound asleep in his bed.
That’s just great. This darned woman still had the guts to climb into his bed once again.
Xiao Moli walked to the bed and unceremoniously tugged at the quilt, throwing both the woman and the quilt onto the floor.
Yet, this weird Miss An was still sound asleep.
Wrapped in the quilt, she tossed and turned on the floor, found a comfortable position and continued sleeping.
She was sleeping so soundly that she could have been kidnapped and sold in the dark of night without anyone knowing.
Xiao Moli looked around the room, eventually picking up a pillow from the bed and hitting her face with it.
“Stupid woman, wake up already!”
An Ziqi’s head lolled, exposing her mouth and nose. However, she did not seem to have felt the impact at all.
Instead, her soft, pink lips moved as though she was eating something delicious in her dream.
For no reason, Xiao Moli was speechless.
Eyes narrowed, he stepped forward and tugged at the quilt which was, by now, wrapped like a cocoon, and dragged it towards the door.
An Ziqi finally woke up when her head knocked against a corner of the bed.
She struggled about in the quilt and, nursing her head, opened her eyes drowsily.
When she saw Xiao Moli standing in front of her, her brain immediately kicked into alert mode, and she was instantly wide awake.
“Why are you back here?”
Xiao Moli relaxed his grip and looked down at her from his height.
“I should be asking you that. Miss An, since you have slept here before, you should not have forgotten that this is my home and that is my bed.”
An Ziqi came to the insightful conclusion that, for them to live together peacefully for the rest of this year, she needed to have a good talk with Xiao Moli. After all, he was the true master of this family. However, before she could speak up, once again, Xiao Moli sneered, “Don’t tell me Miss An is repeating the trick of seducing me?”
An Ziqi glared at him. “Me? Seduce you? Whoa! Mr. Xiao, do you know the meaning of the term ‘a peacock spreading his feathers’?”
Xiao Moli raised his brows, saying, “Even if you compliment me on my good looks, I will not agree to take you into my bed.”
An Ziqi was speechless. What a shameless so-and-so. She had never met anyone so brazenly full of himself.
“If you are so great, why don’t you ascend to heaven?”
“I have a private jet. I can fly up to the sky anytime,” Xiao Moli retorted curtly.