CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 74 MO YINHE: ON CALL 24 HOURS A DAY 1

Ye Shen put down his chopsticks, deeply concerned. "Then where should the acupuncture be done? Still on the forehead?"

A few days ago, when his brother’s old ailment had relapsed, Si Mingjing had inserted a few needles into his brother’s forehead, and in the blink of an eye, he was well again. Ye Shen did not understand traditional Chinese medicine but found it miraculous.

Si Mingjing’s brows furrowed even deeper. Two words spilled out reluctantly from between her lips. "Chest."

Mo Yinhe’s gaze, fervent yet gentle, remained constantly on Si Mingjing. He saw her avoiding his eyes as if he were the plague god himself, and his heart filled with gloom. Then, suddenly, he heard those two words.

Mo Yinhe’s lips curled slightly.

What was clearly a pleasant smile was interpreted by Ye Shen as a dagger hidden in a smile.

Ye Shen’s alarm bells rang loudly, and he immediately interjected, "Miss Si, would there be a problem with choosing a different location for the acupuncture?"

With his brother’s temperament, how could he possibly strip naked and let Miss Si insert needles into his chest!

His brother had been preserving his purity to such an extent that he probably wished he could be like Arab women, covering his face with a black silk scarf whenever he went out. And Miss Si was challenging his brother’s bottom line!

What if his brother refused treatment?

Si Mingjing also wished she could choose another place for the acupuncture. Unfortunately, those several acupoints were on the chest. She felt helpless, as if she were digging her own grave!

Si Mingjing now deeply regretted her decision. Why did I have to choose such a risky treatment plan in the first place?

Now, one misstep meant everything would go wrong.

Ahead was an abyss, yet she had to throw herself into it like a moth to a flame.

Heaven wants me dead! There’s no escape!

"Miss Si, this is absolutely not acceptable! Please consider another location, like the arm, or the forehead..."

"What’s unacceptable?" Mo Yinhe couldn’t stand to listen any longer. He wished he could kick Ye Shen away; the man was utterly lacking in perceptiveness.

"Ah?" Ye Shen asked in surprise, "Brother, this is okay?"

Mo Yinhe remained silent, but under the table, his restless long legs bumped into Si Mingjing’s calves and even hooked them a little.

Si Mingjing was drinking her porridge when she suddenly stood up and looked at Yinhe incredulously.

He sat in his seat, dressed impeccably. His face was the picture of propriety, and his distinguished demeanor made it impossible for anyone to detect just how brazen his long legs were being under the table.

"Jingjing?" Ye Nianbai, sitting beside her, looked at Si Mingjing, puzzled.

Si Mingjing secretly gritted her teeth, sat down again, and said, "It’s nothing."

Then she lifted her foot and stomped hard on Mo Yinhe’s foot.

"OW!"

Ye Shen suddenly stood up in pain. "Who stepped on me?"

Si Mingjing: "..."

She quickly bowed her head and quietly continued eating.

Ye Shen peeked under the table, trying to find the culprit, but to no avail.

But by process of elimination, it definitely had to be his brother.

Was his brother implying that the chest was perfectly fine too?

After Ye Shen settled back down, he understood. "Miss Si, the chest it is then. When do you plan to start the acupuncture for my brother? How long each day? For three consecutive months? Wouldn’t that leave my brother’s chest riddled with holes?"

Though it was a very serious matter, Ye Shen’s description suddenly made Si Mingjing laugh.

Riddled with holes...

That phrase, ’riddled with holes,’ actually gave her a thrill of satisfaction.

Suddenly, she wasn’t so averse to the idea anymore.

Si Mingjing even looked forward to it a bit. She said, "One can’t expect to be cured without enduring some discomfort. Mr. Mo, when are you free today? Each acupuncture session will take half an hour."

Mo Yinhe’s gaze was deep as he watched Si Mingjing, not missing the sly anticipation in her eyes. He was more than willing to indulge her small desire for revenge. He said, "I’m on call 24 hours a day."