Five minutes later, He Chen walked towards the parking lot with Yin Mo in his arms. In a parking space not far away, He Qing had been watching the scene of He Chen and Yin Mo kissing through the slightly lowered car window for a long time. He Chen was no longer cold as before, bowing his head to whisper intimately with her. Another foolish woman and a self-assured man, history... seems to be repeating itself. He Qing’s lips curled into an intriguing smile as he rubbed his fingertips, instructing the subordinate driving, "Get me a copy of Yin Mo’s information." "Okay, Eldest Young Master." Meanwhile, He Chen, pulling Yin Mo into the Ou Lu car, gradually regained his composure after the previous surge of emotions. Especially He Chen felt increasingly that the lady had been too proactive today. Proactive to the point that he lost his ability to think calmly. Who was Yin Mo? On the surface calm and indifferent, but in reality... she was an introverted, conservative straight woman. In the past, she more or less resisted when it came to intimacy. And he had just returned to Parma from the South Sea this morning, and she came over in the afternoon, clinging to him as soon as they met, and even the things she said were suggestive. He Chen always thought Yin Mo was quite simple-minded, to the extent that he suddenly remembered a woman who had been beside Xiao Yehui for years; even if she couldn’t learn Xiao Yehui’s essence, she should at least be able to imitate and pick up some tricks. For example now, as He Qing’s car and three other vehicles gradually moved away, Yin Mo only then slightly adjusted her position, sitting calmly and upright. He Chen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, squinting at the seductive profile of Yin Mo, half-smiling, "On purpose?" Yin Mo took the hair tie from her wrist and tied her wavy long hair into a ponytail, her eyes flickering as she eyed him, "What on purpose?" He Chen snorted softly; if he couldn’t even see through this small trick, he would’ve lived in vain. Though he admittedly didn’t see through it earlier. Ah Yong, sitting in the driver’s seat, looked bewildered at the rearview mirror. What were they talking about? He couldn’t understand a word. Half an hour later, He Chen brought Yin Mo back to the Purple Cloud Mansion villa in the South City of Parma. When Yin Mo got out of the car, she didn’t forget to hand her car key to Ah Yong, "My car is still at the bar’s parking lot, could you..." "No problem, Miss Yin, I’ll fetch it right away." Ah Yong bent down to take the car key, feeling an inexpressible admiration for Yin Mo, stemming from a question He Chen asked him at the bar. In the living room, this was Yin Mo’s first time visiting He Chen’s private residence. Unlike modern apartments and hotels, this Purple Cloud Mansion villa was almost entirely decorated in a dark scheme of black and gray, heavy and oppressive. He Chen led Yin Mo to the black leather sofa and with a flick of his hand, dropped her into the single seat. Yin Mo barely sat properly before the man in front was already leaning on the armrest, bending towards her, "Not pretending anymore?" "Hmm?" Yin Mo’s eyes flickered slightly, raising her head and speaking calmly, "Pretending what?" He Chen amusedly propped his cheek, closing the distance between them once more, "Captain Yin, do you want to talk sitting here or in bed, hmm?" Yin Mo cleared her throat and patted the armrest, "Here, please." He Chen straightened up, casually fishing out a cigarette and putting it to his lips, glancing down, "What brings you to Parma?" "Looking for you..." Yin Mo answered quickly, causing a moment of daze in He Chen’s gaze as a glimmer of tender complexity brushed through his eyes, only for it to be shattered by her infuriating next words, "To help you share the fire." He Chen clenched the cigarette between his teeth, locking eyes with Yin Mo for a long time without speaking. He sank into the armrest, clutching her left cheek gently in his hand, his voice lowered, "Captain Yin, I underestimated you. Intentionally hugging me in front of He Qing, for him to see?" Yin Mo was never the proactive type of woman. Back then when she clung to his arm and uttered ’Wasn’t everything fine just now,’ he should have sensed something off. Yet, her sudden transformation into a passionate lady, who wasn’t typically proactive or even tending towards frigidity, caught He Chen off guard. He secretly felt annoyed, his gaze deepening considerably. Fresh chapters posted on noveⅼfire.net In contrast, Yin Mo continued gazing at him with those calm eyes, "Not entirely for him to see." Embracing him was driven by some innate desire to be close, and the rest was improvisational play. He Chen gazed deeply at Yin Mo, turning his head towards the floor-to-ceiling window but pressed her head firmly with his palm, "Alright, Captain Yin’s beauty trap is indeed effective." Yin Mo detected a hint of sarcasm, furrowing her brows slightly, reiterating, "It wasn’t a beauty trap, I truly came here for you..." "What fire do you intend to help me share?" He Chen forcefully interrupted her words, casting a lofty gaze on Yin Mo, "Exposing yourself and inviting them to trouble you." Yin Mo straightforwardly replied, "Yes." The usually eloquent, sharp-tongued He Chen was at a loss for words. He took the cigarette out of his mouth with two fingers and pulled Yin Mo’s wrist, drawing her into the long sofa, "Yin Mo, what the hell are you trying to do?" He Chen was somewhat angry, holding her waist and setting her on his lap, the force of his embrace gradually intensifying. Yin Mo felt pain but didn’t make a sound, sitting stiffly in his arms, speaking in a low, understated voice, "I asked Qiaoqiao, she told me, you don’t let others meddle in matters concerning you and the He Family." He Chen’s handsome face darkened slightly, raising an eyebrow to signal her to continue. Yin Mo slightly picked at her fingers, turning her head to look at a certain spot, "You’re more capable than me, yet you’re harmed by the He Family, so I guess you’re either doing it deliberately or something unexpected happened." He Chen said expressionlessly, "Is it difficult to be more capable than you?" Yin Mo turned her head discontentedly to glance at him, "Other than Boss Xiao, Su Lao Si, and Qi Zai, no one else can beat me." "Proud?" He Chen chuckled, three out of six couldn’t be beaten, yet she has the nerve to say that. Yin Mo made to get off his lap, but as she started to move, the man pinned her back into his embrace, his voice softened a bit, "Continue." "I saw it earlier, He Qing taunted you, you were angry, but did nothing," Yin Mo said seriously, meeting his eyes, then shook her head, "You’re not that kind of person, usually, you’d at least hit back." What damn beastly intuition. He Chen leaned against the sofa, holding Yin Mo, his fingers leisurely tracing along her waistline. Yin Mo indeed was simple-minded, even somewhat naive. The straightforward nature had obvious flaws, but because of it, her heart lacked emotional complications, leaning more toward rational facts. She keenly noticed his tolerance in front of He Qing, perhaps not understanding the reason, and thus she used her method to attract He Qing’s attention. Yin Mo’s every action at the bar entrance made anyone who saw it think He Chen was ignoring her out of jealousy for her talking to He Qing. Unluckily, his subsequent actions corroborated this view.