He Qing has always disliked women who throw themselves at him. Therefore, when Yin Mo’s shoulder collided with his chest, He Qing immediately frowned, "Not watching where you’re going?" In front of outsiders, Yin Mo always maintains a calm and unruffled expression. Others often perceive her as cold as ice. Yin Mo raised her head and calmly apologized. He Qing’s gaze flickered, hesitantly asking, "Are you... Miss Yin?" Staring at his highly recognizable, narrow eyes, Yin Mo nodded slightly, "Yes, hello, goodbye." Having said that, she stepped aside to make way, preparing to find He Chen. "Why is Miss Yin here in Parma?" He Qing pursued a question beside her, a hint of light flashing in his eyes. Yin Mo brushed aside the hair at the corner of her mouth and looked at him indifferently, "Can’t I be here?" He Qing knows Yin Mo because she was one of Li Qiao’s bridesmaids at Shaoyan’s grand wedding. Also, it was rumored that the diamond bouquet worth thirty million, in the end, she managed to snatch, an event He Qing remembers vividly. Yet, just now these brief exchanges made this bridesmaid of Li Qiao seem not very intelligent. Perhaps... deliberately pretending to be innocent? Googlᴇ search novęlfire.net He Qing scrutinized Yin Mo deeply, and shortly after, politely smiled, "Miss Yin misunderstood, I was just..." Before he could finish, He Qing’s gaze stalled at the sight behind Yin Mo. Parma is vast, yet sometimes feels small. As He Chen walked with the boisterous music playing, this was the only impression that struck He Qing. Yin Mo caught the focused gaze of He Qing and glanced back at him with a smirk. She knows He Qing, but her feelings towards him are quite indifferent, having heard he bullied He Chen in the He Family before. Not wanting to waste time on trivial people, Yin Mo just prepared to enter the bar when He Chen, with a gloomy face, walked towards her against the dim blue lights. His eyes just grazed over Yin Mo, not stopping for even a half-second. Ah Yong saw Yin Mo appear here, first grinning in surprise, then quickly turned his face pretending not to notice. How is Miss Yin standing with He Qing?! The He Family still doesn’t know the relationship between Brother Chen and Miss Yin. If they sense something, they’ll surely use Miss Yin to threaten Brother Chen. After all, this isn’t the first time something has happened. At this moment, the atmosphere at the bar entrance becomes increasingly eerie, except for Yin Mo’s face showing a dazzling, faint smile. She hurriedly walked towards He Chen, covering the short distance quickly, her hair fluttering behind. However, He Chen simply ignored her, brushing past and heading towards the exit. He Qing stood in place, eyeing He Chen with a sarcastic look, "Heard you turned down the negotiations at the old house just to return to the South Sea to congratulate Li Qiao? He Chen, when did you become such a sycophant?" He Chen gave him a cold glare, his features dark and terrifying, "Can’t compare to how beneath contempt you are." Whenever He Qing and He Chen meet, it’s always a tense exchange of hostility. Yet, at this moment, this atmosphere was completely broken by Yin Mo. She is used to He Chen’s unpredictable moods and hadn’t intended to dwell on his actions. Yin Mo swiftly doubled back to He Chen’s side, grasped his dangling fingers with her own, frowning while asking him, "Why are you ignoring me?" He Chen has never been so overwhelmed in his life! He didn’t expect Yin Mo would appear in Parma, even less that this woman seemingly couldn’t read the room! Being in the Chairman Family for so many years, has she learned how to entice people?! That sentence ’Why are you ignoring me,’ spoken in her soft tone, made He Chen feel a shiver all over. He licked his lips, pretending to shake off Yin Mo, "Let go." Yin Mo looked innocently, unsure why he was throwing a fit, so she took a step forward to hug He Chen’s arm, standing on her tiptoes to look at him, "Why, weren’t things fine before? I came to Parma... Are you unhappy?" He Chen was so pleased, he was about to explode with joy. At this moment, He Qing squints playfully at Yin Mo’s actions, testing her with ulterior motives, "Miss Yin, are you close with him?" A woman holding a man’s arm and acting coy in public said everything without words. Moreover, He Chen seemed very unwilling. Yin Mo’s gaze remained glued to He Chen’s face. Upon hearing this, she looked at He Qing with confusion, "Is it any of your business?" He Qing was choked again and mocked with some embarrassment, "Miss Yin, the more active a woman is, the less valuable she becomes. Besides... the person in front of you may not be worthy of your initiative." Yin Mo clung tightly to He Chen’s arm, frowning as she retorted, "You talk too much, I didn’t ask you to take the initiative, so why do you care if he’s worthy?" He Qing didn’t want to talk anymore. He Chen fell silent for a few seconds, lowered his head and coldly uttered, "Get lost." Yin Mo sharply raised her eyes, a hint of hurt flashing through them, "You..." The words had barely left her lips when her hand was flung aside by He Chen, and next, with a sudden and absolute force, his arm swathed over her head, pulling her into his embrace. This action brimmed with possessiveness, spreading a strong sense of publicly declaring ownership. And Yin Mo obediently nestled in his arms, pursing her lips and smiling, oh, it wasn’t that he was telling her to get lost. He Chen’s palm cupped the back of Yin Mo’s head, hiding her pretty, delicate face against his chest. Afterwards, he slowly lifted his eyes, glancing at the thoughtful He Qing, and said deliberately, "Will you roll on your own, or should I make you roll?" He Qing licked his cheek, coldly laughed glancing somewhere else, before returning his gaze to He Chen, eyes swirling with chaos, "Looks like she’s the real reason you returned to the South Sea." Having said that, He Qing slowly turned around, letting out a low, gradual laugh as he left, seemed like mockery, but also understanding. On this day, Yin Mo officially entered the view of the Parma He family. After He Qing left, He Chen took a long time to suppress the bleakness in his eyes, he released Yin Mo, leaving the hall without looking back. Yin Mo puzzled, ran after him grabbing the man’s shirt, "What is it again... mmm mmm mmm..." The next moment, He Chen clutched Yin Mo’s shoulder and pinned her against the Roman column at the door, and with an urgent breath, captured her lips. In a bar , couples seeking pleasure could be seen everywhere, who wouldn’t restrain themselves or care to look sideways. Because there were also people kissing at the adjacent Roman column. He Chen kissed fiercely and relentlessly, pinching Yin Mo’s chin, more passionately and uncontrollably than ever. She came, just appeared ! Yin Mo was kissed so dizzy, her body instinctively shivered. Not knowing how much time passed, He Chen released her, supporting the Roman column with one hand and gripping her neck with the other, his voice hoarse enough to disguise its original sound, "Yin Mo, you’re really damn silly!" Yin Mo slightly parted her red lips, her eyes also visibly dazed, "Why are you cursing at me again?" "Give me an answer, say it now." He Chen was still lingering on her answer, indifferent to time or place, desperately wanting to hear her say it herself. Yin Mo’s hands tugged at his shirt around his waist, blinked, "I already texted you on WeChat?" He Chen stared unblinkingly into Yin Mo’s clear yet confused eyes, pressing his entire body against her, "Darling, say it to me again!" "You’re such a bother..." Yin Mo muttered softly on his chest, then repeated, "I’ve made up my mind." Before the words settled, before He Chen could stir more emotions, Yin Mo pushed his shoulders, particularly able to ruin the mood, complaining, "Move a bit, I can’t breathe..."