Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? Chapter 366 - Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo Went to the Rooftop

Chapter 366: Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo Went to the Rooftop

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When Feng Ling found Ji Nuan, she was searching around on every floor like a ghost, and some relatives of patients outside other wards were startled by her.
“Mrs. Mo?” Feng Ling hurried forward.
As if not hearing her voice, Ji Nuan turned and went down the stairway again. She had searched down over a dozen floors, her feet and legs were numb. Just as she stepped on the next step, she stumbled forward, her legs weak.
“Ji Nuan!” Feng Ling rushed to hold her up, but she was still a step late. One of her knees fell on the edge of the stairs, and the thin layer of her trousers couldn’t protect her knees. Even if she had trousers, Feng Ling knew her knees were bruised.
“What on earth are you doing? Isn’t Mr. Mo already awake? What happened?” Feng Ling tugged at her until she was dragged to the bench in front of the door of the next floor. She kneaded her legs while looking at her with concern.
Ji Nuan said nothing as if she could feel no pain.
A short time later, Feng Ling took Ji Nuan to the lounge of the hospital by force, called the doctor to apply some ointment on her knee to reduce swelling and promote blood circulation, and sat beside her.
Ji Nuan was silent for quite a while and suddenly rested her head on Feng Ling’s shoulder.
She said, “It really hurts.”
Feng Ling paused and looked at her. “Where does it hurt? Shall I call the doctor?”
Ji Nuan slowly raised her hand and pointed to her heart. “Here…”
Feng Ling frowned and basically understood what she meant.
But what she could not understand was why since Mr. Mo waking up should a cause for joy.
Why did she look as if she suddenly lost the whole world, like a child abandoned in the corner of the world, looking so lost?
Her heart hurt? Why?
“Ji Nuan…”
“Feng Ling, I want to be alone for a while,” Ji Nuan closed her eyes and said softly.
“Are you worried about Mr. Ji? You talked with the Ji family’s servants on the phone, haven’t you? If you’re anxious, we can fly back today, visit your father, and then come right back. We can be back in a day or two.”
She smiled, but her mouth was full of bitterness, and she shook her head. “I’m fine. Let me stay alone for a while.”
Feng Ling fell silent, got up, and went out.
Not many people were in the lounge because it had only just dawned.
After sitting still for a while, Ji Nuan got up and went out into the lift. Feng Ling didn’t follow her but watched by the elevator. She frowned when she saw the lift going to the top floor of the building.
…
Qin Siting woke up from a sleep that only lasted less than two hours. When he went to Mo Jingshen’s ward again, Mo Jingshen was standing and staring at the window.
“Where is Ji Nuan? Did she come in just now? Why isn’t she outside right now?” Qin Siting asked.
The man at the window didn’t answer. The ward was eerily silent and cold.
Qin Siting narrowed his teeth and then ground his teeth. “You already said those words to her?”
Mo Jingshen remained silent.
“Damn, you and Ji Nuan are the only ones among us whose love has its fruit and who enjoy a happy life. Now that you two survived so many disasters, shouldn’t you cherish each other more? You risked your life to save her, and she went into a minefield to save you without considering her safety. Why do you want a divorce since you two love each other so much? Are you fxcking kidding me?” Qin Siting yelled. “Do you want to accompany me in my suffering as I am being tortured by Shi Niange? You’ll have to see if Ji Nuan agrees. She’s more persistent than I thought. She has never wavered in or given up her feelings for you. How can you just push away a woman who stays firmly by your side?”
Nan Heng came in and readily felt the atmosphere of the ward was a bit tense, which was mainly because of Qin Siting. Mo Jingshen, who had just woken up one day ago after sleeping for two months, just stood silently in front of the window and didn’t move.
“Now that you’re awake leave the hospital as soon as possible. Go to the Mo family to recuperate or go back to Hai City. I’m really sick of hospitals.” With that, Nan Heng turned on the light in the ward and looked at Qin Siting. “You haven’t had much sleep while he’s been asleep. Just go back to Hai City and continue to play the hate-and-love drama with your Miss Shi.”
Qin Siting didn’t speak, but sighed imperceptibly, turned to sit on the sofa near the window, and stared straight at the man standing at the window.
Mo Jingshen glanced at him. “Are you so idle as to poke your nose into my business?”
Qin Siting sneered. “I don’t care about other people’s business, but at least I’m one of your doctors, and when I see that you, who was perfectly normal in every way, seem to be out of your mind after waking up, I’m wondering if I should examine your brain again.”
Nan Heng raised his eyebrows. When he found just now that Ji Nuan was not outside and only Mo Jingshen and Qin Siting were in the ward, he had guessed there must be something wrong but hadn’t figured out exactly what. Why did Qin Siting say Mo Jingshen was out of his mind?
Nan Heng sneered, leaned on the door, and took out a lighter from his pocket to play with. All of a sudden, he heard familiar footsteps from outside. He immediately knew it was Feng Ling.
When the door of the ward was knocked, he opened it without even asking.
Feng Ling stood in front of the door, looked straight at Mr. Mo, who was standing at the window, and said, “Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo went to the rooftop.”
Nan Heng immediately raised his eyebrows. Went to the rooftop? What the hell was this woman doing?
Qin Siting also frowned.
Mo Jingshen seemed especially calm and said indifferently, “You’re her bodyguard. If she goes to the rooftop, shouldn’t you follow her? What are you doing here?”
Nan Heng. “…”
God, what did she just heard…?
Feng Ling said coldly, “Mrs. Mo said she wanted to be alone and didn’t let me follow her.”
…
The view from the roof was indeed vast. After standing in the wind for a while, Ji Nuan went to the edge and found a place to sit against the railing. She stared blankly at the view of Los Angeles.
She had been sitting there for only a few minutes when the metal door on the rooftop was kicked open with a bang.
A gust of wind swept through. Ji Nuan narrowed her eyes and heard Feng Ling’s voice ring behind. “Mrs. Mo, Mr. Mo asked me to take you down.”
When Ji Nuan heard ‘Mr. Mo’, her eyes flickered, but she didn’t move. She looked ahead and said flatly, “I’m just sitting here for a while, and I have no intention to commit suicide. Why did you tell him I was here?”