Next morning.

Holding her throbbing forehead, Ning groaned and massaged her temples. ​​

“Good morning Ms Yang.” Moshen cheekily said.

Ning frowned when she saw Wen Moshen sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Looking around, Ning realised that she was in a hotel room. She remembered how she started feeling dizzy yesterday in the washroom but the images after that were blurry.

“What am I doing here and what are you doing here?” Ning asked.

Moshen chuckled and helplessly shook his head. “What do you think a young man and a young beautiful woman do when they are inside a room for the whole night? They don’t just talk and sleep without doing anything hot and steamy don’t they?”

Touching her clothes from underneath the quilt, Ning silently breathed a sigh of relief. If something would’ve really happened, how would she ever face Yichan? And what would she tell him?

Getting down from the bed, Ning grabbed her phone and purse which was lying on the bedside table.

“Where are you going Ms Yang?” Moshen asked.

“Why am I here? Who brought me here? Is that you? Did you mix something in my drink?” Ning was a hundred percent sure that something was wrong with the last glass of wine she drank.

Moshen smiled before walking towards Ning, “That is not the point Ms Yang, the main point is that you and I did spend the entire night inside this room.”

Ning narrowed her eyes and snapped, “What do you mean? Nothing happened last night.”

“Well, you know that, I know that and maybe God knows that but Yichan doesn’t.”

When Ning furrowed her brows, Moshen chuckled, “What do you think will young Master Mo think if you I tell him about the fun we both had in his absence? Do you think the almighty heir of the legendary Mo family will want or even wish to be with someone who did sleep with her sister’s fiancé?”

“How do you know Yichan?” Ning asked.

Moshen chuckled and grinned, “Magic Ms Yang.”

Yesterday night after returning to their room, Moshen tried to find out who Yichan was and that is the time he came across Mo Yichan’s profile. He wasn’t sure whether Mo Yichan was actually the Yichan Ning was talking about but he decided to give it a shot. But after seeing Nings reaction, Moshen knew he was right.

Why would Ning even spare a glance at him when she was actually into someone like Mo Yichan who was a hundred times more handsome and smart than him?

“He will never believe you.” Ning yelled.

Moshen helplessly shook his head and smiled, “I never thought you were this naive Ms Yang. Which man would accept a woman who has been touched by some other men? Well, at least I won’t.”

Ning pursed her lips but did not say anything. She couldn’t help but curse herself for being so careless and acting recklessly.

Without saying anything, Ning started walking out of the room.

After straightening his suit, Moshen closely followed behind.

…..

Outside the hotel.

Walking out of the hotel in a rush, Ning quickly boarded a taxi.

Just then, Moshen caught the taxi door. “What if I tell Mr Mo who by the way is coming back to the country today in the evening about what happened yesterday before you do?”

Ning narrower her eyes and clenched her hand into a fist. She didn’t want anyone to tell Yichan about yesterday before she did. She didn’t want him to misunderstand her.

“What do you want?” Ning asked.

Moshen smiled and said, “Give me a ride and I’ll tell you.”

Ning reluctantly let him in and gestured to the taxi driver to leave.

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