The next day, five o’clock in the morning. Due to the time difference, Yin Mo slowly woke up in the master bedroom of North City No.1. In a foreign land, unlike the British Imperial and South Sea, the moment she opened her eyes, Yin Mo stared at the exquisite ceiling in a slight daze. Last night... how did she get back? Yin Mo rubbed her somewhat muddled head, sitting up only to find she was wearing a camisole nightgown. Who changed her clothes? Her bra was also missing... Yin Mo’s hair was a bit messy as she flipped out of bed and walked out of the master bedroom, her eyes scanning the surroundings. As a gentle breeze passed by, she saw outside the floor-to-ceiling windows opposite the living room, He Chen in a light ink-colored shirt and trousers, making a phone call. As the East began to brighten, the man stood amid the breaking dawn glow, his tall and upright figure, and broad shoulders were a haven women longed for. Yin Mo instinctively walked over. He Chen’s deep voice was carried by the breeze into her ears, "The He Family is not as large as you think, even if there are safe passages, it’s not suitable for hiding people inside. Have someone keep an eye on Rong Manli, and tap her phone with a monitoring system. Report any clues immediately." Upon hearing this, Yin Mo’s eyes flickered as she caught the keywords; safe passage not suitable for hiding people. Who was he looking for? He Chen instructed his subordinates with clear thoughts, and after a moment, he seemed to notice something, turned sideways and looked back to see Yin Mo standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in a camisole gown, calmly looking at him. On the other end of the receiver, the subordinate was still speaking, but He Chen’s attention was entirely captured by Yin Mo. He had always favored enchanting beauties, whether alluring or vulgar, a woman’s captivating charm is the most tempting aphrodisiac. He Chen’s first impression of Yin Mo was a standard case of being smitten by beauty. Her face combined allure and enchantment perfectly, bewitching without being gaudy, enchanting without being vulgar; however... she seemed completely oblivious to this. For example, now, the loose camisole wasn’t enough to conceal her perfect curves, soft and high, slender waist and pert hips, each inch an exact measure of temptation. Looking further up, the seductive allure turned into a heart-wrenching helplessness. Because Yin Mo stood there deep in thought, her gaze so pure, dispelling any seductive aura in seconds. He Chen barely withdrew his gaze from her face, walking into the living room to pass by her. He was still holding the phone, the call not yet ended. Yin Mo seemed unaware, still standing there lost in thought. Until a woman’s robe fell on her shoulders, and as she came back to her senses, He Chen was already pulling her by the waist towards the floor-to-ceiling window. The morning light broke through the clouds; He Chen’s phone call had been going on for quite a while. But he never let go, nor did he shy away in conversation, leaning against the white marble railing with Yin Mo in his arms, occasionally glancing down at her, stealing a scent in the process. After about seven or eight minutes, while watching the sunrise, Yin Mo heard He Chen say, "Alright, let’s leave it at that, I’ll notify you about the rest." After ending the call, the man tucked his phone into his pocket, his hands encircling Yin Mo’s waist to pull her close, "Awake so early?" With the momentum, Yin Mo had no choice but to lean on his chest, looking up to ask, "Was it you who changed my clothes?" The beautiful atmosphere shattered to pieces. He Chen clenched his jaw, fingers with well-proportioned knuckles tugging at the collar of her robe, teasingly raising an eyebrow, "I changed your clothes, and I’m the one feeling wronged?" Yin Mo peered at him, her train of thought derailed by him, "Not exactly..." A smile flickered across He Chen’s brow and eyes as he tightened the embrace, drawing closer, "Then, are you unwilling to let me see?" Yin Mo pondered for a few seconds, evidently unsure of the best way to answer this question. Their relationship... should be boyfriend-girlfriend now, but something seemed missing. Seeing this, He Chen slipped his dry fingers into her long hair, gently caressing, "Three bottles of Bailey’s Sweet Wine, and you were out cold, Captain Yin really impressed me." Last night, Yin Mo drank too much. Having opened up, both were somewhat emotional, drinking and chatting together, they finished three bottles of Bailey’s Sweet Wine, and Yin Mo fell asleep. Just before falling into a drunken slumber, Yin Mo was still murmuring that she should head back. Thus, He Chen, like a fool, took her back to North City No.1. Now, upon hearing his teasing, Yin Mo frowned, pulling the corners of her lips down before steering the conversation back, "Next time, there’s no need to change my clothes, I can sleep in anything." He Chen closed his eyes, patting the back of her head helplessly, "Go wash up." Yin Mo turned to walk back, not noticing the extreme tenderness in He Chen’s eyes once she had turned. He couldn’t bear to touch her, not to mention taking advantage of her. If this woman were a bit cleverer, she would easily have discovered that her nightgown was actually on backward. After all, with the lights off, he did his best. At seven-thirty, Yin Mo was biting her toast, recalling He Chen’s phone call, and asked ambiguously, "Who are you looking for at the He Family?" He Chen’s fork and knife halted abruptly at the edge of his plate for just a second, before he resumed his actions with a nonchalant expression, "I told you last night, staying in Parma is fine, but don’t think about getting involved with the He Family’s affairs." As long as this woman behaved obediently, he could ensure her safety in Parma without issue. At this, Yin Mo stared directly at He Chen, mulling it over, she straightforwardly asked, "Is it someone important to you?" And most likely a woman. This was Yin Mo’s intuition after a calm analysis. A man like He Chen, unrestrained and carefree, if his brother or buddy were captured, he might storm into the He Family to settle the score. Only a woman, defenseless, would be his weakness, making him hesitate and cautious, not daring to take risks. Thinking of this, a sense of inexplicable discomfort welled up within Yin Mo. What kind of important person would make him endure the He Family’s scorn without acting rashly? A former girlfriend who betrayed him?! Yin Mo’s brows knitted tighter, and the toast in her hand unknowingly got squished. She felt like getting into a fight. In that instant, Yin Mo’s expression was volatile. He Chen squinted, chuckling wickedly, "Captain Yin, how did you get clever today?" Yin Mo lifted her eyelids, her expression wiped clean, and she nodded calmly and woodenly, "Not only important, but should also be a woman, right." For a moment, Yin Mo felt very conflicted; Qiaoqiao once asked her if she’d mind He Chen’s past. She said she wouldn’t mind, but would be opposed later. Now, she felt an immense aversion, because he’s searching for a woman important to him. Yin Mo lost her appetite, dropped the toast, and pushed up from the table, "I’m finished eating." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novᴇlfire.net With that, she turned and walked away. He Chen put down his knife and fork, quickly catching up to Yin Mo, pressing her against the door domineeringly, leaning down, he teased, "Babe, you even figured out it’s a woman?"