The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife - Chapter 12
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
‘It- it’s the pervert from the train!’
Indeed, it was him!
The same calm and indifferent face!
Pitch black eyes that were so sharp no one dared to look straight at them!
The same biting cold and dominating aura!
‘Running into him, of all people!’
The head secretary saw Tong Jiumo’s stunned expression—she was even calling Mo Qijue a train pervert?
The secretary hurried out to avoid the scene.
Tong Jiumo gathered her wits, and the smile on her face slowly recovered. She smiled and walked towards the man with sharp eyes before speaking. “Mr. Mo, nice to meet you.”
Mo Qijue’s face hardened, his gloomy eyes falling upon her face, staring coldly at her.
Upon being stared at like this, Tong Jiumo felt slightly weak.
At that, Tong Jiumo raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Mo, you’re… staring at me, is there something on my face?”
Tong Jiumo took out a makeup mirror from her bag while saying, “My makeup must’ve smudged, I’ll go and reapply it…”
Tong Jiumo felt like running away.
However, as she was about to pass by Mo Qijue, her path was suddenly blocked.
Mo Qijue narrowed his eyes, staring intensely at her. His lips parted, and he spoke. “What a coincidence.”
“Ah, yes, the train… Ahem, Mr. Mo, what a coincidence.”
Tong Jiumo was about to call him something else by accident, but she quickly stopped herself.
“Was the train pervert as handsome and rich as I am?” muttered Mo Qijue. His tall and well-built figure leaned towards her, his hot breath brushing against her.
Tong Jiumo instantly felt a spark running through her body as the man’s handsome face slowly drew closer…
Tong Jiumo took several steps back until she reached the floor-to-ceiling window, her back pressed tightly against the window.
The next moment, Mo Qijue raised his hand and pressed it against the window, brushing past her ear.
“M- Mr. Mo… what are you trying to do?” asked Tong Jiumo weakly, not daring to look at him directly.
“What evidence do you have to prove that I was the one who touched you? With my status, do I need to molest a woman on the train?” Mo Qijue’s eyes were filled with cold fury, boring into her soul.
“You were the one who crossed the line…” Tong Jiumo was intimidated by his imposing aura, but she didn’t want to back down.
But the truth was, he had been the one who had molested her.
Moreover, as a company president, shouldn’t he have a chauffeur and a private car? Why would he take the train for no good reason?
Someone of his status, taking the train?
“The one crossing the line was you, was it not? Condemning an innocent stranger without any evidence.” Mo Qijue lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him.
His voice was frigid. “How are you going to compensate me?”
Mo Qijue looked at her coldly, stressing each word deliberately.
He had never felt such humiliation in his life.
Shame, anger, resentment, these emotions could be felt from the woman.
Tong Jiumo looked at him after his outburst, unable to say anything in response.
He kept speaking, his eyes so chilly that she couldn’t help trembling.
You should feel lucky that you met me. If not, you could only be asked to do indescribable things in a hotel!”
Tong Jiumo frowned, looking at him uncertainly. “It- it really wasn’t you?”
“Of course not! I could have any woman I want, why would I go to a train to find one?”
Mo Qijue tugged at his tie angrily, his fist slamming into the window.
Tong Jiumo was startled and trembled while looking at him.
The air became still.
Suddenly, Mo Qijue sized up Tong Jiumo.