Everyone was stunned, wondering why Xiao Li, Grandpa Mo’s personal assistant, would show such deference to a poor young man.
The hotel manager even shamelessly asked, “Assistant Xiao Li, who is that boy? Why are you so respectful toward him?”
Xiao Li snapped angrily, “He’s Grandpa Mo’s little ancestor. What do you think? You’re done for.”
Xiao Li had the hotel manager, security guards, and the middle-aged woman restrained while he stepped aside to call Grandpa Mo.
Mo Feng was in the middle of a billion-dollar project meeting when he heard that his son had been humiliated. He immediately put the nearly signed project on hold and rushed to the hotel.
…
Meanwhile, Mo Yehan had returned to the room.
Tian Xi had just finished showering and was wearing a hotel robe while calling home. As she spoke, she glanced back and saw Mo Yehan’s bruised face. Startled, she nearly dropped her phone and quickly said to the person on the line, “Mom, something came up. I have to go.”
“Yehan, what happened to you?”
Mo Yehan slumped onto the sofa, covering his face with his hands. His shoulders trembled as soft sobs escaped him, gradually growing into uncontrollable weeping.
“Darling, who bullied you?” Tian Xi hugged him, gently patting his back as if comforting a child.
“Earlier downstairs, someone called me a… gigolo. I got into a fight with them. Tian Xi, do I really look like…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish, biting his lip.
When he lifted his head, his red-rimmed eyes and fragile demeanor were irresistibly captivating.
Oh my, if he’s going to cry, he should cry a little longer.
Tian Xi felt a bit twisted for wanting to make Mo Yehan cry even harder.
“Who dared say that? Tell me, I’ll give them a piece of my mind.” Tian Xi puffed up angrily, fierce yet adorable.
Mo Yehan sniffled, sounding pitiful. “When I worked at the bar, many girls wanted to sleep with me. I turned them down, and they’d insult me, saying I was putting on airs…”
Tian Xi soothed him, “It’s all because my Yehan is too handsome. Those women couldn’t have you, so they started causing trouble. My poor baby has been wronged. Oh, it breaks my heart.”
Mo Yehan lifted his face and whispered, “Tian Xi, can you kiss me? I’m feeling down, and only your kiss can make me feel better.”
As he said this, his face flushed bright red, as if he had made an unreasonable request.
“If you don’t want to, it’s okay,” he added hastily. “I’ll just be alone for a while.”
His words nearly brought Tian Xi to tears.
She tightened her embrace around the tall young man. “I don’t want you licking your wounds alone. It would hurt me too much.”
Her sweet kisses fell—first on his eyes, then trailing down his nose before landing on his cool lips. She murmured, “I’ll tend to all your wounds.”
The young man shuddered, unable to resist deepening the kiss. “How can you be so sweet, my little fairy? What am I to do with you?”
It felt as though he might die right there in her arms.
Ding-dong. The doorbell rang.
The sound pulled the passionate pair back to their senses. They broke apart simultaneously, breathing lightly. “I’ll get the door,” they said in unison.
Mo Yehan stood up first. “I’ll get it. It must be room service with the food and medicine.”
He walked to the door and cracked it open slightly, only to find Mo Feng peering inside. The esteemed Mo Feng of the Imperial Capital was practically straining his neck like a curious monster, eagerly trying to catch a glimpse of the girl who had checked into a hotel room with his son.Which girl has such great charm to drive my son so crazy?
“What are you looking at?” Mo Yehan blocked the door crack completely with his tall, youthful body.
Mo Feng smiled ingratiatingly: “Son, my son.”
Upon receiving Mo Yehan’s sharp, disdainful gaze, he immediately changed his tone: “Little ancestor, I’ve brought you food and medicine, and I’ve also brought along everyone who bullied you.”
“You can beat or scold them however you want to vent your anger.”
Finally, he stepped aside to reveal a row of people kneeling behind him, each covered in bruises and wounds. Even the middle-aged noblewoman had been beaten until her face was swollen like a pig’s head. It seemed Mo Feng had already taught them a lesson.
Mo Yehan took the sushi and medicine without a word and was about to close the door.
Quickly, Mo Feng stuck his hand in the door and asked pleadingly: “Little ancestor, let me come in and take a look, to vet her for you. Your dad is afraid you might be deceived by someone. Our family is the wealthiest—who wouldn’t want to latch onto us!”
Mo Yehan said coldly: “No one knows I’m your son. I have nothing to do with you. Get lost.”
“Little ancestor, my health is poor. What if I suddenly die one day? Wouldn’t the Mo family all be yours? How can you break your dad’s heart like this?”
Mo Feng, dressed in an expensive suit that he had crumpled himself in an attempt to look pitiful, didn’t expect Mo Yehan to respond indifferently: “If you die, I’ll set off firecrackers to celebrate.”
With a slam, he shut the door forcefully.
If Mo Feng hadn’t pulled his hand back quickly, it would have been crushed by the door.
He felt like crying facing the door—his son was too harsh on him. Turning around, he took out his frustration on the group of people kneeling and begging for mercy.
“You made my little ancestor angry! You have no eyes! Damn it, have I been too lenient? Do I seem too easy to bully?”
The crowd knelt and cried for mercy: “Grandpa Mo, please stop hitting us, we were wrong.”
For a moment, the place was filled with wails and howls.
Xiao Li, the special assistant, reminded him: “Grandpa Mo, be careful not to disturb the young master.”
Mo Feng rolled up his sleeves.
“Take these bastards to the basement. I’m going to give them a proper whipping. Damn it, I have to vent the frustration I got from the little ancestor!”
…
Inside the suite.
Mo Yehan fed Tian Xi sushi.
Whether intentionally or not, Tian Xi would sometimes bite his fingers.
His eyes darkened, and he gasped softly but didn’t dare say anything.
Tian Xi smiled sweetly: “Does little treasure want sushi too?”
“Then feed me,” Mo Yehan said immediately.
“Just one piece is enough.” Just one small piece—as long as he could eat something she fed him, he would be happy.
Tian Xi glanced at the remaining half box of sushi: “How about I feed you all of it?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Very hungry, very hungry,” he murmured hoarsely, staring at her, his eyes blazing.
Tian Xi’s lips curled slightly as she picked up a piece and brought it to his mouth: “Open up.”
He obediently opened his mouth.
So well-behaved.
So docile.
It made her want to kiss him, but she suppressed the urge and continued feeding him piece by piece. He remained proper, carefully avoiding letting his lips touch her fingers.
There were inevitably some sushi crumbs on her fingers, and she instinctively brought them to her lips to suck clean.
But then she heard Mo Yehan’s hoarse request: “Actually, I could… help you.”
Tian Xi paused, blushing as she said, “Then why did you deliberately avoid my fingers when I was feeding you just now?” She had thought he didn’t like her fingers touching him.Mo Yehan blushed: “I like it… I like it so much, I’m afraid I can’t resist kissing you.”
Tian Xi’s voice grew hoarse: “Little darling, why are you always so shy.” And so sensitive, making her adore him even more.
Hearing her call him “little darling,” Mo Yehan trembled all over, holding her hand as he gently kissed her.
“Call me ‘little darling’ one more time, please?”
“Little darling, you love me so much.”
“Mhm.” So much that I want to devour you—what should I do!
While feeding each other sushi, the two ended up tangled in kisses, clinging to each other on the sofa for a long time.
Only then did Mo Yehan pull away, his voice low and raspy: “Little Princess, it’s time to apply the medicine.”
Tian Xi’s face, already flushed, grew even redder as she shyly said, “You apply it for me.”
Mo Yehan stammered: “I—I—it would be my honor, but—I—I can’t do it.”
He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
Just the thought of it made him breathe heavily.
His gaze gradually grew hazy…