Chapter 287: Mo Jingshen Turned up the Corners of His Mouth, “Mute?”
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
She froze and then raised her eyes to look into the cabin.
A man was standing in the cabin with his back to the door, facing the window of the cabin, which was nailed with dozens of thin steel bars. He stood there quietly, looking out the window through the cracks in the steel bars.
A black pair of handmade Italian shoes came into her view, looking a little worn than they used to be with mud and dark red blood.
She looked up from the shoes and saw a pair of legs that were as straight and slender as ever and wrapped in black trousers. The black handmade shirt he wore had some wrinkles and seemed to have bloodstain on it, which was barely noticeable because of the color of the shirt.
But even in such a situation, the man just stood there quietly, still clean, handsome, noble, and indifferent.
An absolute dominant figure.
His superiority was not the sort that those at the top of the business world had, but more like a wisp of pure air that could not be stained by mud. Even if evil and filth defiled him, he could still wash away the dirt and keep his true self.
There he stood, and there he was.
Mo Jingshen…
He was really here!
Ji Nuan’s lips moved but didn’t produce any sound. The man named Dali was right behind her, only a meter or so away from her. Any strange attitude or behavior she had now would be immediately noticed by him, and then not only would she be killed, but possibly even Mo Jingshen who was temporarily safe would be implicated as well.
She silently put the tray on her hand on the table close to the door. After seeing the man standing in front of the window indifferently without looking back, she gritted her teeth to make no sound.
Dali stood right behind her, watching her every move.
Seeing her put the food on the table, Dali suddenly said in English, “Mr. Control, we caught this woman. The food she makes is more to Chinese people’s palate. You haven’t drunk a drop of water or eat a mouthful of rice for three days and nights. Mr. Control, please stop risking your own life. Even if you die, the secrets of those arms deals won’t necessarily be kept…”
The man standing at the window seemed not to hear and didn’t look back.
It turned out that Mo Jingshen was the Mr. Control they mentioned.
Getting no response from Mo Jingshen, Dali wasn’t angry but sneered and said in English, “Mr. Control, we don’t know if this woman we caught is from China, Japan, or any other country in Asia, but she is really pretty. Aqib plans to let her work here first, and then, after the operation is over, give her to us brothers to enjoy. Sir, if you like, Aqib may let you touch her first. She’s still clean…”
Ji Nuan kept her head down, and when she heard this, she clenched the empty tray tightly in her hand, her eyes fixed on the food on the table.
He hadn’t eaten or drank anything for three days or nights?
How on earth did he get through it?
“But pitifully, this woman is mute…” Dali added.
The man standing in front of the window, apparently annoyed by Dali’s noise, turned his head.
Ji Nuan felt her heart missed a beat at the very moment Mo Jingshen turned around.
The man in front of the window lifted his eyelids when he saw her. His indifferent glance swept over her body and finally fell on her white dress.
His eyes were extremely indifferent, as if he was looking at someone unimportant, or as if he had never met her before. His handsome face remained placid, but his pupils suddenly constricted, and an icy gleam flickered across his eyes, which flashed so quickly that no one noticed it. Even Ji Nuan was startled by the cold look he gave her, and if she wasn’t sure that he really was Mo Jingshen, she almost wondered if he was someone who looked like Mo Jingshen, someone who didn’t know her at all.
She glanced at him quickly and then looked away.
However, when Mo Jingshen looked at her, his eyes were critical, unscrupulous, and even cold.
“Get out,” He said in English with his melodious voice.
Ji Nuan shuddered and felt her hair stand on end. Standing on the side, Dali narrowed his eyes and looked at Ji Nuan who remained expressionless and then at Mo Jingshen who seemed as cold and distant as ever. Only then did he remove his doubts about Ji Nuan.
“Mr. Control, why do you risk your own life? If the average person eats nothing for three days, he will only end up lying on bed powerlessly, but you are still on a deadlock with us without eating or sleeping. However, you’re only human. How long can you hold out? One day? Two days? Or ten days?” Dali taunted.
Mo Jingshen remained indifferent.
Dali smiled grimly again. He glanced at the food on the table. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat it? The food the woman made is really delicious.”
With a straight face, Mo Jingshen glanced at the food on the table and asked indifferently as ever, “She made this?”
Noticing that he seemed to be implying something, Dali looked at her warily, and at Ji Nuan who had been standing still on the side.
At this time, Mo Jingshen suddenly came up and stopped at the table. He lifted his eyelids and glanced at Ji Nuan. “Which country are you from?”
Ji Nuan pursed her lips and remained silent.
Daly chuckled. “I said she is mute. Her skin is fair. I think she is probably from China or Japan, or maybe South Korea.”
Mo Jingshen turned up the corners of his mouth. “Mute?”
“You don’t believe it, Mr. Control?” Dali suddenly reached out and gave her a sharp pinch on the arm. She bit her lips in pain but still remained silent. With a pale face, she looked away not to look at him, because she feared that once her gaze met his, he would expose their relationship.
Dali continued to pinch her while staring at Mo Jingshen’s face.
Mo Jingshen didn’t even look at her. He said, “It seems that Aqib has come to know me better. He knows I don’t like you guys talking so much bullshit, so he sent over a mute woman.”
Dali cast an annoyed glance at him.
Mo Jingshen said coldly, “Unfortunately, I’m not interested.”
Dali paused and moved his hand from Ji Nuan’s arm. Before he said anything, Mo Jingshen suddenly raised his hand slightly and ruthlessly knocked the food off the table. The rice, dish, and soup spilled all over the floor, but he didn’t even look at them and turned around coldly. Obviously, he was very sick of them.
Seeing that Mo Jingshen was no different from the last few days, Dali could do nothing but suddenly grab the collar of Ji Nuan and pull her out, slamming shut the door of the cabin.