CHAPTER 247: CHAPTER 247

Jiang Moxi and Ling Hua soaked in the hot spring pool in their room for a while, then put on their bathrobes to look for food in the courtyard.

The butler had already prepared plenty of meals for everyone, both Chinese and Western.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicacies, unlike before, Ling Hua didn’t rush to eat everything in sight, but instead, she looked annoyed and asked Jiang Moxi.

"Sister Moxi, you have to tell me what to eat to get a figure like yours!"

Just now, while soaking in the hot spring with Jiang Moxi, she felt utterly envious.

Jiang Moxi was only two years older than her, but why did her waist look like a waist, her legs look like legs, and especially her bust...

Ling Hua always thought that all the girls were the same, and Jiang Moxi’s weight was the same as hers, so she bought them swimsuits of the same size.

But when Jiang Moxi put hers on, Ling Hua realized the differences between people.

Jiang Moxi’s fat all accumulated in the right places, while her own seemed to gather around her legs, waist, and arms, with the places that should be fuller remaining flat.

Now, Ling Hua envied Jiang Moxi greatly.

Not only was she so beautiful, but her body also made even a girl like her swoon; what kind of goddess was she?

"Should I be eating high-protein, highly nutritious food? No snacks?"

Ling Hua chirped after Jiang Moxi, peppering her with questions.

But then she saw Jiang Moxi walk straight to the table laden with food, ignoring the likes of lobster skewers and steaks, and simply ate several cookies.

So Ling Hua got the secret to a good figure: she ignored the lobster and king crab too and started munching on a big plate of cookies.

Ling Ye and Fu Yiming were soaking in the open hot spring pool in the courtyard when they turned around to see Ling Hua’s sister nearly burying her head in a pile of cookies.

He quickly wrapped himself in a bathrobe and came over, reprimanding Ling Hua with a tone of exasperation.

"There’s king crab that you like right there, why are you only eating these high-calorie things? Do you think you haven’t put on enough fat over the New Year?"

Ling Hua looked up, her mouth still covered in cookie crumbs, but her eyes were shining bright.

"Brother, this is the secret to a good figure."

"What?" Ling Ye was completely puzzled.

Ling Hua gestured for him to look at Jiang Moxi, who had tried all the cookies on the table: "Sister Moxi eats like this and has an amazing figure!"

With that, Ling Hua also asked Ling Ye: "Brother, be honest, are you really not at all attracted to Sister Moxi? She’s so beautiful and has such a great figure, it would be such a shame if someone else snatched her away!"

But Ling Ye patted Ling Hua’s head and told her earnestly, "Your Sister Moxi won’t be snatched away by anyone; she’s the one who does the snatching."

Jiang Moxi’s punches hurt so much that only someone who can take a beating and isn’t afraid of death would dare pursue her.

However, Ling Hua didn’t understand what Ling Ye meant and kept asking him why.

What they didn’t know was that someone who couldn’t take a beating and was afraid to die still harbored ill intentions towards Jiang Moxi.

Seeing Ling Ye leave the hot spring pool, Fu Yiming followed suit.

He stared at Jiang Moxi’s graceful figure, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbing.

Before, when he encountered Jiang Moxi, she would mostly wear hoodies that hid her figure, and he didn’t think much of it.

But now, Jiang Moxi was just wearing a bathrobe, which fell above her knees, clearly showing her smooth and flawless legs.

And the neckline of the bathrobe...

These two points were enough for Fu Yiming, a man experienced with women, to know just how seductive the body beneath that bathrobe must be.

Just those long legs alone, Fu Yiming felt he could enjoy for a year.

And Fu Yiming also remembered that Jiang Moxi was once his fiancée.

The meat that was once at the edge of his lips, which he never tasted, made him even more restless.

But Jiang Moxi had no wish to pay him any attention; after eating a few cookies, she walked deeper into the courtyard, trying to shake off this dog.

Yet after Fu Yiming slurped down an oyster, he followed her with a sly smile on his face.

He knew Jiang Moxi could do Kung Fu, but so what?

Women, once you tear off their clothes, they only care about screaming and covering themselves.

At that time, whatever you want to do, isn’t it all up to you?

Jiang Moxi walked to the deeper part of the courtyard, planning to check on the fish in the small pond from before, but found that Fu Yiming’s footsteps were still following her.

So she simply darted behind a rockery...

Fu Yiming had just seen Jiang Moxi, but after turning a corner, he lost track of her?

"Moxi?"

"Moxi, I know you’re here, I can smell the scent of your shower gel, stop hiding!"

"Moxi, I just want to have a chat with you, don’t be so afraid! How can you say, we’re also former fiancés..."

Fu Yiming lowered his voice, thinking he sounded tender and emotional.

But he didn’t know that, to Jiang Moxi, this voice sounded extremely sleazy.

Jiang Moxi leaned against the back of the rockery, planning to wait for Fu Yiming to arrive and then give him a good beating, to see if he would dare to have any improper thoughts about her in the future.

Yet, before she had the chance to act, her wrist was grabbed.

Immediately after, she felt the world spinning, and she fell into someone’s arms.

Just as Jiang Moxi was about to speak out, her mouth was sealed.

"Mmm..."

Jiang Moxi initially thought she was being ambushed by Fu Yiming and was about to struggle and fight back.

Luckily, at the crucial moment, she clearly saw that magnified handsome face...

It was Fu Youhan!

In his close black eyes, the reflection of her, Jiang Moxi alone, was clearly visible, tinged with a smile.

So, Jiang Moxi stopped struggling.

The latter sensed the change and deepened the kiss.

As the two kissed intimately, unable to bear parting, Fu Yiming turned the corner to the back of the rockery.

Jiang Moxi heard Fu Yiming approaching and hastily tried to break free.

But Fu Youhan stubbornly held the back of her head, preventing her from moving.

Jiang Moxi could only stretch out her hand to beat the man’s chest, trying to break free from him.

However, Fu Youhan still held her head tightly, only freeing one hand to pull down his own bathrobe and cover Jiang Moxi’s head.

Fu Yiming heard the faint movements and immediately came in this direction.

But he could have never expected to stumble upon such a scene...

Fu Youhan, bare-chested, sitting in a wheelchair, kissing a woman in his lap.

Fu Youhan’s hand was still pressing on the woman; his bronze, muscular arms next to the woman’s fair legs made a striking contrast.

That scene... was very sensual and made Fu Yiming’s mouth go dry.

Fu Yiming truly didn’t expect to witness his little uncle Fu Youhan in such an intimate situation with a woman.

What’s more, he didn’t expect that even though his little uncle was wheelchair-bound, it seemed that his needs in this aspect were still quite strong.

And this woman...

Fu Yiming couldn’t see her face, only that the woman was tightly wrapped in his little uncle’s bathrobe, without a single strand of hair visible.

But from those legs, Fu Yiming could tell this woman must be extraordinarily attractive.

But definitely not Fu Wangning.

Because Fu Wangning’s legs were not as good-looking as these.

Then this person is... Jiang Moxi?