If he were He Qing, he would definitely start investigating Yin Mo, then stop at nothing. At this moment, He Chen’s brows and eyes seemed covered in a layer of frost, the images of the past continuously washing away his rationality. He suddenly gripped Yin Mo’s waist tightly, and in an irresistible tone demanded, "By tomorrow at the latest, you better go back to the South Sea for me." He couldn’t allow himself to repeat past mistakes, especially when it came to Yin Mo; he didn’t want to risk her. "No way!" Yin Mo was stubborn and stuck to her beliefs, frowning and somewhat unable to understand He Chen, "Don’t you think I could be the breakthrough between you and the He Family?" He Chen enunciated, "I. Do. Not!" Yin Mo pressed her lips together, her frown deepening, "Why are you ? I know these big families very well, they’ll definitely target me next, and when the He Family’s attention is diverted, you can do whatever you want in secret. Isn’t this killing two birds with one stone?" Goddamn killing two birds with one stone! This update is available on NoveIꜰire.net He Chen pinched her chin, his handsome face with a half-smile, "Let me see what you’ve been eating today that makes you so eloquent?" Yin Mo tilted her head to evade his grip, "This is the truth." Having been with the Chairman Family for years, she’s seen all sorts of dirty and dark tactics. Compared to that, the He Family can’t even make the cut. But He Chen had come to Parma for four or five months with no progress, and Yin Mo deduced that He Chen might have some leverage being held by the He Family, or that there’s something about the He Family that made him cautious. And she was the best candidate to distract the He Family. He Chen didn’t even need to ask to see what the determination in Yin Mo’s expression meant. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, "Have you thought about the consequences of being targeted by the He Family?" "No need to think, I’ve done this kind of thing often," Yin Mo said lightly, but to He Chen’s ears, it sounded different. He frowned, raised an eyebrow, "Often?" Yin Mo nodded calmly, "Many times with the Chairman Family." He Chen suddenly understood. She was a maid at the Ducal Residence, a trusted captain cultivated by Xiao Yehui, and Yin Mo’s mission was to work for the Xiao family, regardless of the outcome. Over time, Yin Mo habitually used herself as bait to fulfill others. He Chen felt inexplicable feelings inside, and after a few seconds of silence, he embraced Yin Mo gently patting her back, "I’m not the Chairman, I don’t need that." Yin Mo wanted to lift her head, but the man pressed her back down, coaxing patiently in her ear: "Yin Mo, be good, go back to the South Sea and wait for me." The room fell into silence. Just as He Chen thought his persuasion was working, Yin Mo countered him with a question, "Did you get word when I came over this time?" He Chen pursed his lips and said nothing. That Black Gold Diamond Card of Li Qiao’s, in Parma, no one dared to leak the whereabouts of its holder. This woman meant that if he sent her back, she could come again? He Chen was a bit irritated, not with Yin Mo, but because he hated when things got out of control. He pushed Yin Mo away, looking straight at her eyes and brows, "Parma isn’t the South Sea; if something happens to you..." "Why do you always think something will happen to me?" Yin Mo looked back at him in confusion, "Even if I’m terrible, I have the ability to protect myself." When it comes to significant matters, Yin Mo’s attitude was very firm. Her daring to come meant she was prepared to face things together. At this point, He Chen, feeling agitated, pinched the corner of his brow with one hand, showing signs of wavering, "Where did you learn all this?" Yin Mo hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant as she replied, "I learned it at the Chairman’s." In this life, the only woman who could render him speechless was Yin Lao Er! The two sat quietly for a while, and He Chen seemed to compromise, pulling her hand back up, with a few traces of frivolity returning between his brows, "Baby, we should continue our reckoning." Yin Mo wore a puzzled expression, "What reckoning? Didn’t I give you a three million check?" A swarm of emotions surged in He Chen as he steadied himself, embraced her into his arms, and nibbled at her earlobe, "Who taught you the performance in front of He Qing?" Yin Mo didn’t have the brain for using beauty tricks. If she were that smart, their kids would be older than Shang Yin by now. "Not all of it was acting..." Yin Mo felt He Chen didn’t believe her, thought for a moment, and then honestly said, "Qiaoqiao said, I’m the most deceptive when I pretend to be innocent." He Chen’s immediate reaction was to call Li Qiao and tell her to stop teaching Yin Mo all this nonsense. Not just deceptive, it almost enchanted him to death. He Chen took a deep breath, patted her soft cheeks with an evil grin, "Baby, do you have a misunderstanding about innocence?" His gaze swept over Yin Mo’s chest and slender waist, what innocent woman had her curves and looks? Yin Mo didn’t notice He Chen’s gaze, instead, she was contemplating the He Family’s next move. In less than three seconds, her face was cupped by He Chen, and the man leaned in to capture her lips, asking hoarsely, "Was the bit at the bar earlier also an act?" Yin Mo’s mouth slightly opened, wanting to ask which bit he meant, but He Chen’s thick tongue entered, blocking all words. Different from the Roman column in the bar, here was He Chen’s private domain, the night heavy, with just the two of them, he couldn’t help but pin Yin Mo beneath him. Having dallied with other women for so long, it’s been a while since he’d tasted flesh. His hand slipped under Yin Mo’s skirt, his cool lips moved to lightly bite and lick her neck, "This part too, acting? Hm?" Yin Mo turned her head to dodge, wanting to say no, but when her soft bosom was grasped in an instant, she couldn’t help but let out a coquettish sound, "You... let go!" He Chen didn’t let go, but buried himself motionless in her neck nook. He wanted her, damn, he wanted her so much, but he couldn’t bear to rush it. He Chen felt himself hard to the point of explosion, lying on Yin Mo unable to calm down. In a quick move, he rolled over and swiftly walked towards a bathroom on the first floor. Yin Mo lay on the sofa with a bewildered face, propping herself up, she saw her skirt had been rucked up to her waist. She quickly sorted her skirt and re-tied her disheveled long hair, sitting in the living room starting to take in the layout and decor of the room. Twenty minutes later, He Chen emerged wearing a white bathrobe, looking up to see Yin Mo at the small bar... pouring wine. And the bottle in her hand was the Burgundy Xuedangli, a famous flirtation wine. He Chen’s temples twitched twice, looking at Yin Mo with indescribable complexity, "Baby, what’s your emotional intelligence?" Yin Mo held the wine glass and sniffed it, absent-mindedly replied, "130." He Chen squinted, "You? Emotional intelligence? 130?" "What?" Yin Mo put down the glass, looked at He Chen, and as if suddenly realizing, ’Oh’ she said, "You meant emotional intelligence? I never tested it, the IQ is 130."