Chapter 051: All Men Are Lewd by Nature

Few people in this city knew the identities of these two masters, but he was unfortunately one of them.

There was a layer of faint gloom on Mo Shiqian's handsome face, his eyes slightly downcast, "I will call you again if something comes up, Doctor Fang, thank you for today."

"Of course, Miss Chi's health will be fine after resting for two days, don't worry too much."

After saying this, he stood up to leave.

The large apartment was so clean it seemed lifeless.

Mo Shiqian lifted his gaze to the man puffing out smoke and said indifferently, "You can go now."

Feng Xing held a lit cigarette between his long fingers, "If I remember the schedule correctly, you have a meeting with President Cui to discuss a partnership this noon."

"You're not busy, you go."

Feng Xing narrowed his peach blossom eyes, scoffing coldly, "Do you think I work for you?"

"Then cancel it, I don't have time."

The cigarette pointed towards the bedroom door, "Don't tell me it's all for taking care of the woman in there."

Mo Shiqian looked at him, unfazed, "I haven't yet questioned you about the mishmash of medicine you bought."

Feng Xing, "…"

He flicked the cigarette ash with one hand and pinched his brow with the other, "Just find a maid to come over. Do you really need to watch over her personally? It was just a bed affair, not like you really like her that much. Is she that precious to you?"

Mo Shiqian was different from Feng Xing; he seldom smoked, but at the moment, there was a minor disturbance in his heart. He casually took a cigarette from the box on the coffee table and accepted the lighter offered from across the table, lighting it with practiced ease.

He took a drag before speaking, his tone especially flat, "I forced her last night, she must feel so wronged inside. Taking that medication also made her suffer so much; now she resents and blames me."

Feng Xing cursed under his breath.

It was only with great difficulty that he had waited for Chi Huan to get married so he could stop playing that damn bodyguard role and regain his freedom, but in a split second, he'd been promoted from her bodyguard to her man.

Well, a man is just a man; anyway, he had found Liang Manyue unpleasant for quite some time now.

But…

He squinted his eyes, "Are you perhaps showing a bit of favoritism?"

Mo Shiqian lifted his eyelids, the hazy smoke making his brows and eyes look not as sharp as usual, but instead adding a deep, sexy quality, "Favoritism towards what?"

Feng Xing let out a husky, light laugh, "Chi Huan and Liang Manyue. For that lousy bodyguard job, you neglected Liang Manyue. You loved working, but now you're putting off perfectly good orders for Chi Huan; isn't that favoritism?"

Mo Shiqian's expression remained unchanged as he replied in an indifferent tone, "Because if I don't keep an eye on Chi Huan for even one day, she could run into trouble at any time. Whether I negotiate this deal or not, I'm not short on money."

Feng Xing, "…"

Mo Shiqian glanced at his sullen face and said trivially, "If you want to earn this money, then you go negotiate. You're idle all day anyway."

"Now you think you're so great because you're supporting a woman?"

"You could support one too if you wanted. Can you?"

Feng Xing kicked him angrily and left.

...

Chi Huan fell ill.

Last night, she had already been drenched in the rain for nearly an hour in front of the villa. Although she came back, showered, washed her hair, changed clothes, and had caught a cold, the ravaging she endured most of last night from Mo Shiqian left her unrested, and to top it off, she had an allergic reaction to medication in the morning.

She felt as weak as if she'd collapsed; she couldn't even crawl out of bed, feeling entirely groggy.

With no appetite to eat and no desire to move, she ended up being forcibly roused by the man.

Chi Huan was angry and aggrieved as she yelled at the man, "I already said I have no appetite, I don't want to eat, I don't need it."

Mo Shiqian hadn't spoken, and her tears had already started to fall.

He said in a low, faint voice, "The doctor said you're weak and must replenish your nutrients," "I can't eat."

"I've made porridge, a special appetizing kind, drink a small bowl."

"I don't like porridge."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anything."

The man scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her mouth, his voice very low, seemingly gentle, yet inexplicably filled with a compelling force, "Open your mouth."

"I won't drink it."

She felt nauseous with a stifled breath, unsure if it was because of Mou Xigu, the man in front of her, herself, or those people she didn't want to see, that caused the pent-up frustration in her heart, especially while her body was still feeling unwell.

Mo Shiqian held the spoon, stuck in a standoff with her for a moment, before speaking calmly and evenly after a minute, "If you won't drink it yourself, I'll have to choose to force-feed you, or feed you myself… which do you prefer?"

The physical torment had broken Chi Huan's last mental barrier against Mou Xigu, leaving her incredibly vulnerable and longing for soothing coaxing.

Yet this man was unbending even over a bowl of porridge.

Her voice choked, "I really can't drink it."

He stared at her tearful, resentful, and aggrieved expression, and said faintly, "You'll have to drink even if you can't."

Chi Huan made a move to lie back down, but the man clasped her waist in one movement.

The next second, his thin lips pressed against hers.

Her eyes suddenly widened, wanting to push him away but feeling too weak, almost melting in his embrace.

And then she was thoroughly kissed.

Kissed until she was nearly fainting from lack of oxygen, the man finally left her lips.

Chi Huan's cheeks were flushed with anger, furiously close to slapping him yet again, but she simply lacked the strength to lift her hand.

She began to feel this man was not as she had anticipated.

She had never expected him to heed her every word, and certainly, she wouldn't admire a man who just blindly obeyed, but this didn't mean she permitted him to do whatever he wanted with her.

Chi Huan's chest heaved with anger, her heart aching with fury, wanting to curse but feeling any words would likely not even make him blink, eventually ending up childishly wiping her mouth to show her feeble protest.

Mo Shiqian pinched her chin, lifting it slightly, his breath hot on her, sighing in what seemed like an exasperated yet gentle whisper, his thin lips landing lightly below her eyes, brushing away her tears like a feather.

Perhaps it was that after a slap, the offered date seemed especially sweet, so the tenderness after an overbearing act felt all the more gentle.

In her dizzy stupor, Chi Huan listened to his barely audible sigh next to her ear, her heart suddenly softened, spawning several seconds of palpitations.

But…

After kissing away her tears, Mo Shiqian pressed his lips to her ear, speaking in a low, deep voice, "Chi Huan,"

He called her name, no longer 'Miss', husky and sensual, "To say that I could stomach you eating half of an egg is one thing, but even mouth-to-mouth feeding you porridge, I could do it, I didn't skip anything you had last night, let alone feeding porridge, you see?"

He hadn't used any explicit language, but that casually mentioned… what you had last night which I didn't eat.

All men are indecent by nature, the only difference is whether they're blatantly vulgar or subtly so.

Chi Huan watched as he scooped up another spoonful of porridge, his dark eyes fixed on her with clear intent.

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and silently chewed in a token protest.