Chapter 1059: Chapter 1059: Yin Mo Takes Action

He Chen was forced to stand still, and the strong scent of perfume from the woman seeped into his nose.

He lowered his gaze, forcefully pulled her away, tossing her several meters, and sneered coldly, “If your tongue is useless, cut it off.”

The woman staggered backward, a hint of embarrassment crossing her face, but stubbornly pouted and complained, “Brother-in-law, you’re so rude…”

At the same time, Yin Mo rose with a folder and headed out, as He Qing lowered his gaze with a faint smile, his eyes filled with delight.

It’s not unreasonable for men to be lustful. Ironically, every woman He Chen fancies is a big-breasted, brainless type.

Like right now, no matter how loud the music is, it can’t drown out that resounding slap.

He Qing took a sip of his drink, slightly raised his gaze, but quickly furrowed his brows.

Outside the VIP seat, the woman unbelievingly covered her left cheek, her chest heaving obviously vexed.

Yin Mo stared at her expressionlessly, her face cold and stern, “I don’t have a little sister.”

He Qing tightened his fingers, unsure of what he felt; was she brainless or mentally challenged?

Asked to hit He Chen, she went and slapped Cheng Wen instead.

Meanwhile, He Chen glanced at Yin Mo, and in the next moment, pulled up her left hand and rubbed it in his palm, his gaze returning to its usual flirtatiousness, “Why hit someone and talk, does your hand hurt?”

Yin Mo looked at him, “A little.”

He Chen pinched her hand and kissed it twice, “Still hurts?”

“Better now.”

The slapped woman named Cheng Wen was dumbfounded, are you two even human?

Even the bodyguards beside them turned their gaze away, their expressions complex.

Back then, out of love for her sister, He Chen was very good to Cheng Wen, his little sister-in-law.

Now… unexpectedly he wanted to cut off tongues at first sight, things are not what they used to be.

“Brother-in-law, you actually let her hit me… ah…”

Cheng Wen looked at He Chen with teary eyes, crying unjustly.

Before she finished speaking, Yin Mo unexpectedly slapped her right face, “Want to call him brother-in-law again?”

He Chen rubbed his forehead, then laughed, encircling Yin Mo’s waist into his embrace, pretending to be angry, “Still hitting?”

“You feel sorry?” Yin Mo’s face remained flat, yet her drooping mouth showed her displeasure.

He Chen took the folder tucked under her arm and casually tossed it on the ground, holding both of Yin Mo’s hands and rubbing them continuously, calling out sideways, “Ah Tai.”

As soon as the words fell, a man in a black suit at the nearby bar came over, “Brother Chen, your orders.”

He Chen gently rubbed Yin Mo’s palm, raising his eyebrows and gesturing at Cheng Wen, “If she talks filthy, you hit her.”

“Brother-in-law…” Cheng Wen let her tears fall like rain, “If sister hears about this…”

He Chen’s handsome face suddenly darkened, causing Yin Mo to press her lips and furrow her brows.

Was his sudden change of expression due to Cheng Wen’s words or… did he think of her sister?

Yin Mo knew she shouldn’t mind the past, but if He Chen could still be influenced by them, perhaps she really couldn’t ignore it.

Then, He Chen’s face turned gloomy, glaring coldly at the bewildered Ah Tai behind, kicking him, “Didn’t you hear what I said?”

Ah Tai scratched his head with a conflicted look, “Brother Chen, hitting women… isn’t appropriate, right?”

“Is she your woman?”

Ah Tai shook his head, blatantly sizing Cheng Wen up, “I don’t want this kind, too frivolous, can’t control.”

He Chen playfully curled his thin lips, hugging Yin Mo as they walked into the VIP seat, chuckling coldly, “Then, just, hit.”

In the next moment, Ah Tai nodded reluctantly, “Alright then.”

Cheng Wen stopped crying and dared not call He Chen brother-in-law again, only to warily eye Ah Tai, sneakily pulling out her phone from her gown pocket to send a message.

Inside the VIP seat, He Chen took Yin Mo to sit opposite He Qing, the three of them remained silent, the atmosphere eerily quiet.

He Qing took a cigarette from his pocket, placed it to his lips, and glanced at Yin Mo, “Miss Yin really enlightened me.”

“Talking despite little experience?” He Chen, with one leg on the coffee table, mocked with a wicked smile, “He Qing, is your peanut-sized brain only proficient at efforts on women?”

He Qing lowered his head to light the cigarette, the thin mist blurring his gloomy expression, “You’re saying, I and Miss Yin are acquaintances. Having a drink and chatting, do I need your permission?”

Before He Chen could speak, He Qing smiled deeply again, “Or are you afraid to repeat the same mistakes?”

“Not acquaintances. Mr. He, I’m not familiar with you.”

No matter how He Qing tried to sow discord, Yin Mo remained composed and calmly dismantled his tricks.

He Chen crossed one leg over his knee, rubbed Yin Mo’s head, and glanced sideways with a cold smile, “Did you hear?”

He Qing shook his head expressionlessly, pointing at Yin Mo with his cigarette-clipped hand, “Miss Yin, we earlier… didn’t say that.”

Yin Mo looked at He Chen, slightly raising her brows, and said straightforwardly, “He just told me to slap you.”

He Qing: “…”

He Chen: “…”

Yin Mo seemed to have a trait that could turn any turbulent scene into one where heads ache and words fail.

For the first time, He Qing felt that Yin Mo might not be stupid, but calling her shrewd seemed far-fetched.

The only explanation was a unique mind.

Then, He Qing gave Yin Mo a deep look, leaned forward to let out a puff of cigarette ash, and suddenly said, “He Chen, I heard your Little Litchi has been waiting for you all these years, when you’re holding onto a new love, don’t you ever miss her?”

Yin Mo involuntarily turned her head to look at the floor outside the gauze curtain, the files He Chen casually tossed aside still lying there unattended.

Little Litchi… Is it Cheng Li?

Yin Mo scratched her finger, the name Little Litchi… sounds really nice.

Did he give her that name?

Speaking of Yin Mo’s peculiar mind, after pondering for a long time with her head down, she casually asked, “You like lychees?”

He Qing: “…”

He Chen closed his eyes, his teeth grazing his lower lip, forcefully pulling her into his embrace, lowering his head to lick her earlobe, “I like you.”

This was the first time He Chen said he liked her.

Although it wasn’t the right occasion, it didn’t affect his expression.

This kind of situation will only occur more and more in the future; misunderstandings buried deep will eventually cause problems, better to resolve it firsthand.

Yin Mo heard his ill-timed confession and nodded expressionlessly, “Oh.”

He Qing laughed, leaning back and forth, “Miss Yin, you are adorably silly, believing words men say casually?”

Yin Mo blinked innocently, “Why can’t I believe? Weren’t your previous words spoken casually?”

He Qing stopped laughing, his gradually stiffening brows showing mockery and disdain, “Are you and Li Qiao very close?”

“Li Qiao?” Yin Mo seemed confused, pondering for a few seconds, “Oh, you mean Master Yan’s wife?”