You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 74 The cheeky Shen Mochen

After returning home, Yu Nanqing went to the art studio and edited the results of today's discussion, posting them in the group chat.

Xia Yan replied with an "okay," and then said she would definitely come to participate in the discussion next time.

Xia Yan also sent her a private message, telling her that her family had arranged for her to go on a blind date today. The other party was either an ugly person or a confident and arrogant man, which was very frustrating.

Yu Nanqing smiled faintly, sent her a cat-patting emoji, stared at the chat interface, and suddenly thought of Xia Yue.

Xia Yue and Shen Mochen…

The two of them...

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Yu Nanqing pursed her lips and unconsciously scratched her paintbrush several times with her fingertips. It wasn't until she accidentally cracked her nail that she was brought back to her senses by the pain.

She covered her fingers with a tissue, hurriedly left the art studio, and glanced around the living room before her gaze settled on Shen Mochen in the kitchen. "Shen Mochen, I'm injured..."

"Clap."

Before Yu Nanqing could even sit down on the sofa, she heard a loud bang from the kitchen. She paused, looked up, and saw Shen Mochen rushing out in a panic.

"where?"

Seeing how anxious he was, Yu Nanqing felt a little guilty for a moment. She put the paper aside and found that her finger had stopped bleeding.

Her eyes flickered slightly, and she pointed a finger, "My nail is cracked, I need to trim it."

"Your fingers must be in excruciating pain, my dear, you're suffering." Shen Mochen knelt on the ground, carefully trimming her nails with nail clippers.

The split nail was partially attached to the flesh, so Shen Mochen only trimmed the curled edges and then applied a band-aid to it.

"Drawing is too dangerous, I'd better just quit..."

Halfway through his sentence, Yu Nanqing covered his mouth, afraid that he would say something like, "Let's just not draw anymore."

He's setting a trap for her, trying to make her compromise and become a kept woman.

She won't fall into their trap so easily.

"What delicious food did you make today?" she changed the subject. Her feet slipped out of his lap and onto the carpet.

"These are all things that Guai Guai loves to eat." Shen Mochen put away the things, held her chin, leaned down and kissed her. "They'll be ready soon."

"Mm." Yu Nanqing nodded, and after he turned and went into the kitchen, he swung his legs, stuck out his butt, and lay on the sofa scrolling through his phone.

While scrolling, she unexpectedly came across information about Sophia.

She has acted in many short dramas in the past two years, and joined Chen Qing's company last year. She is quite famous and has two million fans.

Chen Qing's company has grown bigger and bigger, but... an economic crisis broke out a few days ago?

Yu Nanqing paused for a moment, then sat up and clicked on the news article.

When Shen Mochen came to call her, she was engrossed in looking at the photos and happened to click on the photos of Chen Qing entering and leaving the banquet hall.

Yes, it's such a coincidence.

As her phone was taken away, Yu Nanqing was about to pout in dissatisfaction when she suddenly realized what had happened. Her lips tightened, and her expression stiffened slightly.

Hesitating for two seconds, she decisively turned around and explained, "Shen Mochen, let me explain, I..."

Shen Mochen didn't look at her. He reached out and scrolled through the news article, his eyes darkening slightly, his face expressionless.

After swiping to the bottom, he slowly swiped back to find the photo she had just opened, and then placed the phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Honey, I didn't mean to see him, I just clicked on it by accident." Seeing Shen Mochen turn and go into the kitchen without saying a word, Yu Nanqing's heart tightened, and she anxiously grabbed his hand.

She discovered that Shen Mochen was now particularly adept at manipulating people's hearts, and she just happened to fall for it; she would panic whenever he ignored her.

She hates emotional abuse, she hates any form of emotional abuse!

Shen Mochen stopped in front of the kitchen door, pulled his hand away from hers, turned to look at her, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Is that so?"

Yu Nanqing was anxious and nodded vigorously, "Yes."

Shen Mochen stared at her, feeling more uneasy than angry.

She seemed to have done the same thing before: first, she would secretly search for things on her phone, then make contact intentionally or unintentionally, and finally disappear for unknown reasons.

He could perhaps understand it as... her previous mission was Chen Qing, but because his mission failed, she had to leave in an emergency.

Now.

Or is it because of Chen Qing?

Or perhaps, as the strange comments in my dream suggested, this time it's his mission.

He seemed to have been dragged into some kind of strange cycle by her, one he couldn't understand and couldn't get out of.

He was enveloped by endless confusion and helplessness. Suddenly, a dull pain began to ache in his chest, and his breathing became increasingly difficult. He bent over, supporting himself on his thighs, and began to break out in a cold sweat.

"Shen Mochen?" Yu Nanqing was still racking her brains to explain when she saw his pale face and panic rose in her heart.

She cupped Shen Mochen's face in her hands, pulled him back to the sofa, and hurriedly took out her phone to call his family doctor.

After hanging up the phone, she hugged Shen Mochen and gently stroked his back. "Shen Mochen, where do you feel unwell?"

“…Heart…” Shen Mochen leaned on her shoulder, his hand tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, breathing heavily, his crimson eyes moistening. He buried his head and nuzzled her gently, his stomach churning as he spoke.

He pushed her away, staggered into the bathroom, and vomited violently by the sink.

Yu Nanqing was flustered and her eyes were red with anxiety. She grabbed the threshold and dared not approach, afraid that he would feel disgusted because of her again.

Feeling like he was about to vomit, Shen Mochen's face turned ashen. He washed his face and rinsed his mouth, then turned to look at the terrified little girl by the door. He gave a slight smirk and said in a dejected voice, "Come here."

Yu Nanqing paused for two seconds, then let go of his hand and walked towards him.

"Afraid of me?" Shen Mochen held her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his very bones, his grip tightening.

"No." Yu Nanqing shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears, but she stubbornly held them back.

"Then... why are you trembling, my darling?" He chuckled softly, like a madman, biting her shoulder and turning her around incessantly.

Yu Nanqing's expression changed slightly. She felt that the words were familiar, but she couldn't remember when she had heard them before. She reached out and wiped away her tears, then pinched his waist with her other hand, her tone full of grievance, "You bit me and it hurt, of course I'm going to tremble."

“…Oh.” Shen Mochen let go, licked the teeth marks on her shoulder, rested his head against her chest, and then remained still.

Yu Nanqing quietly supported him for a while, and only moved when his legs were about to give way.

"Can't keep up the act anymore?" Shen Mochen raised his eyes, his gaze bloodshot.

Yu Nanqing froze, gritted her teeth, glanced at him, and hesitated before finally deciding not to raise her hand to slap his cheeky mouth. "You're so heavy, I'm tired."

Hearing this, Shen Mochen smiled, reached out and picked her up, then stepped out of the bathroom, saying, "You spoiled brat."

“You are!” Yu Nanqing frowned.

"Yes, that's me." Shen Mochen didn't refute, responded softly, placed her on the sofa, then knelt down with a thud, burying his head in her arms.

Yu Nanqing froze again, her fingertips trembling slightly before she placed them on his head.

When the family doctor arrived, Shen Mochen had already recovered. Startled by the knocking, he looked up listlessly like a caged beast with morning grumpiness, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the doorway.