Nan Yan opened the trending hot search page and took a look. For a big figure like Mo Jinchuan, news of his marriage was explosive enough to be treated like a bombshell headline.
It was trending so intensely it looked almost blackened by heat, and the comments were all curious about which god-tier person was so bold as to court disaster.
Nan Yan thought about how Mo Jinchuan had blocked the news of his marriage. She wondered whether, after seeing the trending hot search, he would take his anger out on her.
She went to look for Mo Jinchuan with her phone in hand.
Mo Jinchuan’s bedroom was separated from hers by a vast distance—one at this end of the house, the other at the opposite end.
But she could not blame anyone else for that.
Yes. That had been her own stupid brain’s choice.
Back then, when she had first married in and had not yet awakened, she had not wanted to break her soft and obedient “good girl” image in front of Gu Jingshen.
She had taken a liking to Mo Jinchuan’s money and power, planning to use him to deal with Xia Zhizhi, then divorce him and marry Gu Jingshen afterward.
That was such a godforsaken train of thought.
That stupid brain definitely had not been hers.
Nan Yan walked to the entrance of Mo Jinchuan’s room.
Just as she was about to knock, she unexpectedly found that the door was not fully closed. A slight gap leaked out a faint, ambiguous line of light.
Oh ho~
Nan Yan gently pushed the crack open and peeked her head inside like a thief.
Mo Jinchuan’s bedroom was large, decorated mainly in minimalist gray tones—cold, sharp, and dull, much like his unapproachable personality.
Nan Yan scanned the room like a searchlight, turning 180 degrees, but did not find anyone.
Just as she was puzzled, her gaze finally settled on the tightly shut bathroom door, from which faint sounds of rushing water could be heard.
So he was showering. Then this…
Nan Yan’s dark eyes rolled.
Wasn’t this a perfect opportunity?
Although using beauty was not exactly a noble strategy.
But compared to her life and freedom, anything counted as a good strategy.
Nan Yan crept inside quietly. After scanning the room, she fixed her target on the wardrobe.
She rummaged through the clothes and, acting like a little thief, squeezed herself into the wardrobe to hide. Late at night, once Mo Jinchuan fell asleep and became defenseless, she would crawl into his bed and make things irreversible.
Hehe, Nan Yan thought everything through perfectly.
It was as if she could already see the system collapsing, the female lead exploding in anger, and freedom waving at her.
But…
After Mo Jinchuan came out of the bathroom, a faint, almost imperceptible fragrance drifted past his nose—light, sweet, and clean.
His sense of smell was excellent. He immediately recognized that the sweet scent did not belong to his space.
He subconsciously glanced at the door. It was not fully closed.
He remembered clearly that he had closed it.
Someone had entered the room.
A woman. A bold, slightly foolish woman.
Nan Yan.
Where did she get the key?
Mo Jinchuan withdrew his gaze and scanned the bedroom but did not see anyone.
He picked up his phone from the table, his fingertips sliding lightly across the screen as he opened his contacts.
His eyes lingered on Nan Yan’s name for a moment. After a brief hesitation, he returned to the home screen, opened WeChat, and initiated a video call.
Inside the wardrobe, Nan Yan was straining her ears, listening closely to the outside sounds. The shower had stopped, and the bathroom door had closed. She assumed Mo Jinchuan had already come out.
She was silently guessing when he would fall asleep.
Suddenly—
The phone in her hand rang violently.
The urgent video call tone echoed sharply inside the cramped wardrobe, making it almost deafening.
Startled, she jumped and hurriedly tried to silence it. She had even set it to mute before coming in.
Who the hell was so annoying as to call her on WeChat video at this hour?!
“Creak!”
The wardrobe door was suddenly pulled open. Nan Yan looked up in shock and immediately met Mo Jinchuan’s faint, almost amused gaze.
She was wearing a silk nightgown. In her panic, the strap had slipped off her smooth shoulder, revealing a pale collarbone. Her dark hair was loosely scattered, her lips slightly parted, her eyes flustered yet innocent.
Unknowingly alluring.
Mo Jinchuan stared at her moist, bright eyes for a moment, then quickly looked away. He casually threw a towel onto her face. “Come out yourself.”
“……”
Nan Yan crawled out of the wardrobe like a snail, her mind spinning rapidly. She had been caught this quickly—how was she supposed to explain herself?
【Hahaha, host, you’re so stupid.】
The system, somehow producing a handful of sunflower seeds, was happily mocking her while cracking them open.
【With that brain of yours, you still want to seduce the male lead? Of course he won’t fall for it. He’s a cold, abstinent type of big boss. He won’t be tempted by beauty.】
Nan Yan: “……”
She just happened to like difficult targets.
Mo Jinchuan sat on the sofa with his arms crossed, watching her slowly shuffle over. He let out a cold chuckle. “What excuse are you going to use this time?”
“I…” Nan Yan’s tongue tangled, her eyes darting around like she was calculating something complex but failing to compute it.
She thought her brain worked fine, but every time she faced Mo Jinchuan, she felt like an idiot.
It was not that she was stupid—it was that he was too smart, making her look stupid.
Yes, that must be it.
She raised her head and met his gaze. “How did you find me in your room?”
Mo Jinchuan tilted his chin toward the door. “Sneaking into a room and not even closing the door properly. How exactly does your brain work?”
“???” Nan Yan looked completely speechless. “No, I followed the original door gap exactly. I even measured it with my finger to be precise. Not even off by a single inch.”
Understanding flashed in Mo Jinchuan’s eyes. So it had been his careless closing of the door that caused it. He actually found it somewhat amusing.
He spoke slowly. “Oh, I forgot. I didn’t close it properly. I thought it was some idiot thief doing idiot things.”
Nan Yan: “……”
How could a person be this unlucky.
“What were you hiding in my wardrobe for?” Mo Jinchuan returned to the main point.
“I… um… that is… I…”
A sudden idea flashed through her mind. She leaned slightly forward toward him, blinking innocently.
“I just wanted to prove that when you like someone, it cannot be hidden. See? I hid so well, but you still found me.”
She nodded seriously, reinforcing her own explanation. “Yes, I like you so much I couldn’t sleep, so I hid in your wardrobe to give you a surprise.”
Mo Jinchuan looked at her as if she were serious, the corner of his lips lifting faintly into an ambiguous arc. Then he gave a soft, low chuckle.
“So you like me that much?”
“Yes!”
“What do you like about me?”
Mo Jinchuan was wearing a bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist. The collar was open, revealing his collarbone and chest. Faint outlines of firm abdominal muscles could be seen.
Nan Yan stared at the barely visible abs and blurted out: “I like your abs.”
Mo Jinchuan froze slightly and instinctively looked down. Then he pulled the robe tighter, adjusting it to cover himself properly.
The movement looked casual, but carried a hint of awkwardness.
“No abs anymore. You can leave now.”
Nan Yan: “……”