“I’m thinking of going abroad for a while tomorrow to lie low? Could you explain it to Grandpa’s side?”
The curve at Mo Jinchuan’s lips faded instantly. What a beautiful wishful thought she had. Why had he married her? So she could run away overseas whenever something happened?
“I’ll have people handle the matter. You don’t need to interfere. Remember your duties after marrying into this family. When trouble arises, running away is not an option.”
Nan Yan: “……”
She had just made up an excuse, and this man was already displeased.
Nan Yan forced a smile, picked up the cup, and handed it to him with gratitude. “Then thank you, Husband. You’ve worked hard. Drink some water.”
Mo Jinchuan took the cup and brought it to his lips, but suddenly paused.
This was already the third time tonight that Nan Yan had urged him to drink water. What was in it?
Mo Jinchuan replayed everything Nan Yan had said and done since entering the room. Suddenly, he realized she had probably never intended to ask him for help at all.
He placed the cup on the table. “I’ll drink it after I finish my work. Go back and sleep.”
Nan Yan froze.
No—had he noticed something? That shouldn’t be possible. She had already checked it herself; it was colorless and tasteless.
Seeing that Nan Yan still did not move, Mo Jinchuan became even more certain that something was wrong with the water.
“What is it? Do you still have something to say?”
Nan Yan pressed her lips together. “The water gets cold. It’s not good for your stomach. Auntie said your stomach isn’t well, so you shouldn’t drink cold water.”
Mo Jinchuan glanced at the cup, almost amused. She really refused to give up until she hit a wall.
He picked up the cup and stood, walking over to her. With a half-smile, he handed it back. “Then you test the temperature for me?”
“……” Nan Yan was now certain—absolutely certain—that Mo Jinchuan had discovered something. He was far too perceptive.
Nan Yan gritted her teeth, took the cup, and drank a large gulp. Then she quickly grabbed Mo Jinchuan’s tie, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him fiercely.
Their lips met, and a flicker of shock flashed through Mo Jinchuan’s eyes.
In that moment of stunned hesitation, the drug began spreading between their mouths.
The scent lingered, their breathing tangled.
Drugging him—easy enough.
Only after confirming he had taken the drug did Nan Yan release him, smiling sweetly. “Perfect temperature.”
Mo Jinchuan wiped the moisture from his lips with his thumb and looked at her. “What did you give me?”
“Plain water. I drank it too. What are you afraid of?”
Nan Yan retreated to the opposite side of the desk and sat down, propping her face up with both hands as she stared at him directly.
She waited for the drug to take effect so she could easily take down Mo Jinchuan.
She already seemed to see freedom waving at her.
Nan Yan was wearing a beige spaghetti-strap dress today, highlighting her fair skin. Her sparkling, smiling eyes fixed on him made Mo Jinchuan’s body grow faintly heated.
Sensing the change in his body, Mo Jinchuan understood instantly.
So this was her real intention.
Mo Jinchuan sat down in his chair, crossed his arms, and curved his lips into a playful smile. “So you just want to sleep with me?”
Nan Yan nodded without hesitation, her gaze frank and unashamed. “Mm-hm. Yes. Will you let me?”
“Dream on.”
He let out a soft scoff, his tone teasing, as though watching an entertaining joke. “You think something like this will work on me?”
Nan Yan smiled faintly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Not necessarily.”
Let’s see how long you can hold out, you damn man.
A flush quickly rose on Nan Yan’s fair skin. Her rosy complexion made her even more captivating.
Mo Jinchuan’s throat tightened slightly. He looked away, suddenly dry-mouthed and thirsty—but the only water on the desk was the drugged cup.
Standing up at this moment also felt inappropriate. “……”
For the first time, Mo Jinchuan felt a sense of losing control. He did not like it.
Nan Yan was also struggling. Shen Xixi’s friend had made the drug far too strong.
It was also her first time trying to sleep with a man. Although she looked calm on the surface, inside her heart was racing wildly.
The two of them sat across from each other behind the desk. From eye contact at the beginning to now avoiding each other’s gaze, both were waiting and enduring.
Nan Yan silently cursed him. Shouldn’t the man be the one to make the first move? This stubborn man—was he actually unable?
No, impossible. He was the male lead; there was no way he was incapable.
Forget it. Since she was the one who wanted to sleep with him, it did not matter who moved first.
Nan Yan took a deep breath and slowly stood, walking toward him.
【Evil host, you’re going too far! You’re using all your dirty tricks on the male lead! I’m upgrading the system—I’ll make others hear your wicked thoughts and hate you! Hmph!】
The system was in a frenzy, rushing to upgrade itself.
But Nan Yan was already fearless. Victory was within reach; she no longer cared about any system.
She dropped all restraint and directly reached for Mo Jinchuan’s clothes.
As she approached, a faint sweet fragrance lingered around his nose, seeping into his senses.
“Nan Yan, do you even know what you’re doing?”
Mo Jinchuan’s deep, calm eyes darkened into ink. His low voice turned slightly hoarse as he looked at her, revealing a sharp, dangerous edge completely different from before.
Nan Yan felt nervous beyond measure, but still smiled as she reached for his tie. “Sleeping with you, Husband.”
Just as her hand touched him, a sharp knock sounded at the door.
Mo Jinchuan’s expression cleared instantly. He pushed her hand away and stood up to open the door.
Nan Yan: “……”
So close—who was ruining everything now?
Forget it. She would wait a little longer.
A doctor, drenched in sweat, hurried in from the backyard. “President Mo, are you alright?”
Mo Jinchuan replied calmly, though his voice was slightly hoarse. “If you were any later, I would’ve been forced by someone.”
“……”
Nan Yan had never heard this man’s voice before, but she already had a bad feeling. She peeked out curiously.
That single glance shattered her expectations.
A white coat? A doctor? Where did he come from?
So she had been waiting for him to make a move, while he had been waiting for a doctor?
Nan Yan was so angry she wanted to swear. She looked down at herself—she wasn’t ugly, and her figure was good too.
Was this man really only meant for the female lead Xia Zhizhi?
After the doctor followed Mo Jinchuan inside, he noticed Nan Yan’s complicated expression and grew amused. “Thanks to you, I get injured all the time, so I even hired a private doctor. How convenient—it’s useful again today.”
Nan Yan: “……”
“Madam, hello.” The doctor greeted politely.
“I’m not fine. Seeing you makes me even less fine.”
Nan Yan shot him an angry glare, furious at the interruption.
The doctor shrank his neck. “I’ll finish treating President Mo and then leave immediately.”
It seemed Madam had been the one who drugged him? This was his first time seeing such a wealthy couple playing like this.
If he doesn’t die, she drugs him; if he doesn’t comply, she tries to sleep with him.
Was this revenge or affection? Impossible to tell.
The doctor opened his medical kit and injected Mo Jinchuan with a shot.
“It’ll take a few minutes.”
After packing up, the doctor hesitated, unsure whether Madam needed treatment. President Mo said nothing, so he did not dare ask.
Still uncertain, he asked: “President Mo, anything else? If not, I’ll leave now.”
“What about me?” Nan Yan asked in confusion.
The doctor looked toward President Mo.
Mo Jinchuan leaned back on the sofa calmly. “I thought Madam would have an antidote.”
“……” Nan Yan finally understood why others called him “Grim Reaper Mo.” He really could anger someone to death.
Fortunately, Nan Yan was adaptable. She stretched out her arm and looked at the doctor. “No antidote. Treat me.”