Chapter 340: Do You Plan for Me to Stay with You in Bed till Death Do Us Part?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Nan Heng raised his brows. “That’s not necessarily true. A person’s potential is limitless. The incident at Cambodia was sufficient to prove that at times, the least expected person can become the key to obtaining victory.”
Furthermore, no matter how well Ji Nuan was taking to guns, it was clear that she had the desire to protect her man. Mo Jingshen, whose wounds were mostly healed, was already revealing a hint of a smile.
The two of them, one was sitting right here, while the other was at the shooting range slowly learning to use a gun. Even across such a large distance, they were able to force-feed him a whole mouthful of dog food.
Nan Heng smirked and expanded the surveillance camera footage on the screen; this way, Mo Jingshen could continue admiring his wife’s back view.
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The sky was turning darker, and the base was surrounded by lamps. The shooting range was brightly lit.
Even though it was freezing cold, Ji Nuan found herself in good spirits as she played with her gun. She was firing at a target located fifty meters away; the matter of fact was that she really could not hit anything more than one hundred meters away. However, within a fifty meters distance, she could still manage to keep the bullet within the five rings closest to the center.
Initially, Feng Ling stood by her side to teach her the movements. Now, Ji Nuan was standing alone to work on her accuracy. Feng Ling had moved to the back and would occasionally speak up to comment on her posture.
She continued practicing for more than half an hour. Even though she stood amid the cold wind, Ji Nuan was sweating. She took several steps backward, planning to challenge the hundred-meter target once more.
A “peng” sound resounded.
She was off target again.
Ji Nuan pursed her lips and loaded the gun as she said, “Feng Ling, your skills are so great, how many years did you spend training? Does it take very long to learn to shoot a hundred-meter target? I find that the wind is also influencing the movement of the bullet…”
No one answered her. Ji Nuan raised her gun toward the target to give it another try.
All of a sudden, she felt a warm sensation against his back. She faltered in her movements; even without looking back, she could tell that it was Mo Jingshen.
The man’s clean and distinct scent suddenly surrounded her. He did not speak and only stood behind her to hold her waist and adjust her position. His other hand held her fingers as his warm, low, and husky voice spoke against her ear: “Try it now.”
Ji Nuan felt that there wasn’t much different from before. At the same time, however, it seemed like an angle she was never able to control well was suddenly corrected. She composed her breath, faced the target, and fired the gun.
Peng.
It landed right in the center.
Staring at the bullet that landed right on target, Ji Nuan: “…”
Back when they were in Cambodia, she was constantly worried about Mo Jingshen. However, it turns out that he simply had no intention of firing the gun.
Ji Nuan turned to look at the man behind her when a gush of cold wind blew by. Mo Jingshen unbuttoned the black cashmere coat she had bought for him and brought her into his embrace, wrapping her in his coat. At the same time, he took the gun from her and tossed it to Feng Ling.
Feng Ling raised her hand and easily caught it. She gave Ji Nuan a smile and intelligently took her leave.
“You stood here to practice for so long. Aren’t you cold?” The man’s soft and low voice whispered by her ear side.
“I’m not cold. This is quite fun.” Ji Nuan smiled honestly. Due to the poor skill she displayed earlier, her smile was slightly embarrassed, and a small dimple appeared on her cheek. Although she did not feel cold, when the man snuggled her into his clothes, she still turned around to hold his waist: “Weren’t you talking with Nan Heng and the rest inside? You’re done with your discussion?”
“There’s nothing important to talk about. I just met an old friend.” Mo Jingshen kissed her forehead. “It’s fine if you play with a gun here. But there’s no need to learn how to use it intentionally. There won’t be any more opportunities for you to use one in the future.”
“I just suddenly felt that Feng Ling is really handsome. When a woman shows her handsome side, it really makes her especially charismatic. I got too excited and decided to learn from her.”
The man watched her with his ink-black eyes and gave a low, unhurried chuckle. “You’re sufficiently charismatic right now. How many more charms are you trying to gather? I’m already restraining myself plenty. Do you plan for me to stay in bed with you till death do us part?”
Ji Nuan: “…”
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The next day, afternoon.
Mo Jingshen drove the black Bentley smoothly into the Mo family’s Los Angeles manor.
Although the manor did not cover as much land as the old Mo family residence in Hai City did, it still spanned across more than a thousand meters. They were able to have such a large manor located in a bustling, wealthy residential area and in a city like Los Angeles where land was extremely expensive. This alone proved that the Shine Group truly had a stable position in America’s Chinese society for many years. After all, most of the manors in this residential area were old. The people who could stay here did not come from simple backgrounds.
The moment she alighted, Ji Nuan discovered that there were two luxury cars parked in the parking spots.
She asked suspiciously, “Does the Mo family has a lot of relatives in Los Angeles? Are there relatives visiting today?”
Mo Jingshen glanced at the cars. “No.”
“Then why are there so many cars? If it’s parked here, it should have been driven over. Aren’t the Mo family’s cars parked in the garage?”
Ji Nuan took another glance inside. At this moment, George, the butler who previously took on the role of a chauffeur, came out to welcome them. “President Mo, Mrs. Mo, welcome back. You came at the right time. We’re starting the meal now.”
Mo Jingshen nodded his head lightly and did not say much.
Ji Nuan spoke up to call him ‘Uncle George.’
Just as they were preparing to head in, the man suddenly held Ji Nuan’s hand and forced her to pause in her footsteps. She turned back to look at him and was about to ask what he was doing but found herself subconsciously turning back to follow his line of sight.
Mo Jingshen’s gaze was directed forward as he coldly and indifferently watched Su Zhilan step out of the manor entrance. The man’s aura suddenly turned much more indifferent.
Several days ago, Mo Jingshen was ill, weak, and pale. Now, he was cold and stern, giving off a freezing aura that caused one to feel alienated.
Ji Nuan had considered many possibilities. Initially, she thought that she would meet An Shuyan here. After all, Mo Shaoze had the plans to play matchmaker for his most capable secretary. But she never thought that it would be Su Zhilan.
Since Su Zhilan was here…
Ji Nuan glanced toward the manor.
… the Su family was also here.
No wonder there were so many parked cars. She looked through the manor windows to see an old man with white hair. Aside from Elder Mo, there was no other elderly man of his age in the Mo family. This man was most likely the Elder Su that she frequently heard about.
Was it because Su Zhilan had been unable to enter to the hospital ward to see Mo Jingshen, and had somehow caught the news that they would be returning for the reunion dinner? Did she especially come to the Mo family to wait?
Ji Nuan’s originally good mood was blown up.
This Miss Su truly understood how to linger constantly to elicit the best results!