Three minutes later, He Chen threw a computer in front of Yin Mo, snatched her wine glass away, and said, "Take the emotional intelligence test." Yin Mo swiped the touchpad, scrolling to the last page, frowning, "Do I have to answer them all?" A full one hundred and fifty questions... He Chen silently tossed the bottle of Xuedangli into the trash can, grabbed another bottle of Bailey’s Sweet Wine and placed it on the bar. He raised an eyebrow playfully, "Hurry up and do it." Yin Mo glanced at him, pulled over a bar stool, and started seriously answering the questions. Though unsure of He Chen’s intentions, she was indeed curious about her own emotional intelligence EQ, as she had never tested it before. Yin Mo confidently estimated her score would be between eighty and a hundred. As time ticked away, He Chen patiently leaned against the bar waiting for her. Maybe it was the poetic lighting around the bar, but he stared at Yin Mo, feeling a sense of timeless persistence. As soon as the thought appeared, He Chen immediately tightened his grip on the wine glass. The last time he had such a fixation, it nearly led to his undoing. And Yin Mo...? She was naïve about relationships; how much temptation could she withstand? He Chen’s eyes were dark and unreadable, hiding inexplicable confusion deep within. He unconsciously reached out to touch Yin Mo’s face, so close, warm, and real. Then, Yin Mo slapped his hand away, furrowing her brow tightly at the computer screen, as if encountering a difficult problem. He Chen lowered his gaze, took a sip of his drink, adjusted his mood, and glanced through the rim of the cup at the screen, his gaze instantly froze. For the next half-minute, a bizarre silence spread around the small bar area. He Chen thought Yin Mo’s emotional intelligence score would be at least sixty-seven. But the international standard test mercilessly slapped him. Yin Mo’s emotional intelligence test result: 29. He Chen slowly held his forehead, shook his head helplessly, had underestimated. Yin Mo was utterly puzzled, blinking, she asked him, "Is this test accurate?" "What? Want to do it again?" He Chen casually offered her an excuse, but Yin Mo nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I’ll try again." Another half-hour passed, and Yin Mo, even more focused and meticulous this time, submitted her answers with a slight smile, "This time it should be accurate." He Chen clicked his tongue, unsurprised at the score that appeared on the screen, grinning as he read aloud. Yin Mo’s second emotional intelligence test: 26. What a damn treasure. He Chen laughed uncontrollably, pulling Yin Mo’s stiff shoulders into his arms, planting several kisses on her face, "Baby, trust science." Like it, really like it. This version of Yin Mo brought him unprecedented joy and laughter. Emotional intelligence score 29, how did she even manage that? He Chen held Yin Mo close for quite a while, a warmth emanating from him, "Have you eaten dinner?" "No." Yin Mo was quite conflicted, her gaze still darting at the computer screen. He Chen patted her lower back, "Go shower, then come down for dinner." Check latest chapters at N0veI.Fiɾe.net Was there a direct link between eating and showering? This question spun in Yin Mo’s mind. Glancing at He Chen’s handsome face as it smiled, her heart skipped a beat, and she obediently headed to the bathroom. He Chen watched her graceful figure, his throat constricting, then reopened Yin Mo’s test, sighed at the first answer. points, really seemed high. [First question: No matter work or life, do I get along with everyone well?] Yin Mo’s chosen answer: Hard to say. [Thirteenth question: Suppose you’re a manager advocating against racism, one day you hear someone joke about racial discrimination, what would you do?] Yin Mo’s chosen answer: Stare coldly, tell them to get lost. He Chen closed the laptop forcefully, downed the rest of the drink. This woman picked the answers no sane person would choose, truly something. After dinner, it was nine in the evening. Yin Mo changed into her own long dress, her hair flowing freely, she looked down at her phone, seemingly messaging someone. He Chen sat nearby with his legs crossed, a smoking cigarette in hand, elbow on his knees, staring at Yin Mo. Not long after, Yin Mo put down her phone, casually said, "I should go." "Come here." He Chen casually stubbed out the cigarette, reaching out his hand. Yin Mo glanced at his slender fingers, pursed her lips, extended her hand, "What’s up?" He Chen pulled her into his arms, leaned back against the couch, whispered, "Really decided?" Their bodies were so close, close enough to feel each other’s warmth. Yin Mo, always straightforward, turned to look at his sharply defined jaw, "Mm, don’t need three months, I’ve already decided." She thought she should like He Chen, Qiaoqiao said so too. Yin Mo couldn’t pinpoint what liking meant, but the more time she spent with him, the more often she blushed and her heart raced. Before, it was mostly out of embarrassment, now it seemed like a habit. She no longer despised He Chen’s touch, even somewhat greedy for his constant presence. Even though... He Chen had been with many women, Yin Mo secretly hoped to be the last one. Then, He Chen lowered his striking face, gazing deeply into Yin Mo’s eyes, his expression rare with shadows, voice calm yet intense, "If you ever like someone else... I’ll kill both of you." He Chen no longer allowed emotions, not because he couldn’t love, but he didn’t dare to. Yin Mo shattered his principles, so he wouldn’t permit her to throw herself into someone else’s arms again. The woman he set his future on, no matter life or death, was to be solely his. Yin Mo’s character had downsides, yet it also had upsides; she was straightforward and honest in her affection, never playing games or subtlety. She pondered, "Probably not, I’ve never liked anyone else, but I think..." Her unspoken words likely caught in the flush of accelerated heartbeat. He Chen raised an eyebrow, grasping Yin Mo’s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Say it." Yin Mo bit her lip, avoiding his stare, murmuring, "But I think, I should like you." He Chen, as handsome as he was, had heard many sweet words in his life. Countless women claimed to like him, to love him, yet he had always dismissed them with a smile. A woman’s proclaimed love was the cheapest of commodities. But when Yin Mo said she liked him, he felt it was priceless. He Chen stroked her cheek, pressed his forehead against hers, eyes closed, voice hoarse, "Baby, don’t lie to me..." Yin Mo said, I’ve come all this way, what would I lie about? She couldn’t utter sweet nothings, her emotional intelligence scandalously low, but she liked He Chen, so she came to Parma not merely for romance, but to stand by him through tough times. Qiaoqiao told her not to back down, to capture He Chen’s heart.