Chapter 1083: Chapter 1083: Great Figure, Good Looks, Good Taste Yin Mo froze for a moment, somewhat panicked as she pressed the trigger safety, “What are you doing?” He Chen forced her to press the gun muzzle against his chest, yet his handsome face remained utterly calm, “Baby, my life is in your hands, trust me or not, you can see for yourself.” “No need…” Yin Mo snatched the gun from his hand, and deftly disassembled the magazine, “I trust you.” They were both seasoned with guns, able to feel from the weight whether there were bullets inside or not. He Chen’s gun had a full magazine; he really wasn’t joking. Yin Mo lowered her head, silent for a long time. She somewhat hated her current self, increasingly unable to control her emotions in front of He Chen, always thinking wildly. At this moment, He Chen cradled her face, his index finger caressing the line of her jaw, “Baby, what did she say to you? Hm?” He knew Yin Mo very well. If it weren’t for someone saying something, she wouldn’t have such a big emotional fluctuation suddenly. “Tell me, what did you chat about?” He Chen coaxed her with utmost patience, the tenderness in his expression clearly evident. Yin Mo broke down, murmuring with red eyes, “Am I very much like her?” He Chen immediately narrowed his eyes coldly, his thumb drifting over the woman’s face, his tone mocking, “Cheng Li told you that?” Yin Mo instinctively denied it, “No.” He Chen leaned back against the chair, patting her cheek, “Baby, you don’t even know your own looks. If it weren’t for her loose mouth, would you say such a thing?” Yin Mo glared at him, hesitating whether to tell the truth. But the man saw her struggle, leaned over to capture her lips, licking twice, “Speak, I’m listening.” “Cheng Li said, everyone you fall in love with in the future… will have her shadow.” This sentence left a heavy mark in Yin Mo’s heart, unrelated to emotional intelligence, simply because she didn’t want to be an ex-lover’s shadow or substitute. Moreover, Yin Mo could not yet determine how much He Chen really liked her. In the carriage, after a brief silence, the man pulled Yin Mo more securely into his arms, “Baby, you have too little self-confidence.” Yin Mo looked up at him, “I…” He Chen pressed his thumb against her lips, chuckling softly as he glanced down, “She’s not dead, rather than loving her shadow, why not love her directly?” This was a bit convoluted; Yin Mo had to silently repeat it in her mind to understand what he meant. It seemed to make a bit of sense. Seeing Yin Mo’s flickering gaze gradually calm down, He Chen seized her jaw, “Baby, understand who doesn’t qualify to make you a shadow?” Yin Mo’s heart raced a little, she pursed her lips and nodded. Her knot in her heart seemed to unravel, yet He Chen felt it wasn’t enough. He was Yin Mo’s first love and would be her only man in the future. If he didn’t give Yin Mo enough sense of security and belonging, she would still be plagued by doubts when hearing gossip in the future. He Chen understood the bittersweetness of first love more than she did, so he was more unwilling to let Yin Mo follow in his footsteps. He Chen caressed her back, asking in a voice like comforting a child, “Baby, do you like me?” Yin Mo nodded, softly saying she liked him. “What do you like about me?” He Chen propped up her shoulders, and as their eyes met, the emotions in each other’s eyes were laid bare. Yin Mo, ever straightforward, gave her answer with a little thought, “You’re good to me.” She indeed felt He Chen was very good to her, although sometimes his words weren’t pleasant, but since long ago she could feel the steadiness and attentiveness hidden beneath his frivolous exterior. He taught her how to fight the Chairman Family, how to be a good double agent, and even accompanied her through many things. Everything, she remembered. At this moment, hearing Yin Mo’s answer, He Chen was visibly unsatisfied. He swore, holding her chin again, his tone somewhat dangerous, “That’s it?” Being good to her was natural, right? That was worth liking? If all men were good to her… Thinking of this, He Chen’s temples throbbed twice, his face sank as he sneered coldly, “You like whoever’s good to you?” “No…” Yin Mo squeezed her fingers, adding dryly, “You’re the best to me.” He Chen’s expression didn’t ease in the slightest. He released Yin Mo, extending his arms lazily on the backrest, coldly retorting, “Not as good as your dad.” Yin Mo frowned, “That’s not the same.” “Come on, continue, what do you like about me?” He Chen’s face darkened, he tilted his chin, “Can’t name three things, see if I don’t deal with you.” Yin Mo felt troubled, as she suddenly couldn’t find reasons for her liking for He Chen. She just liked him, there was no reason. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Yin Mo blinked innocently, tugging at his shirt, finally forcing out, “You’re good-looking.” He Chen’s face darkened even more. “You really are good-looking.” Yin Mo thought he didn’t believe her, so she reached out to rub his chin twice, “Better-looking than Xiao Yeyan.” The renowned beauty Xiao Yeyan among the British Imperial People, in Yin Mo’s eyes, couldn’t compare to half of He Chen. He Chen licked his teeth, smiled with apparent cynicism, “You’re comparing me to a eunuch who’s neither male nor female?” Yin Mo pursed her lips and didn’t speak. Seeing this, He Chen took a drag of his cigarette, smirking sinisterly, “Baby, tell me, how should I deal with you?” She couldn’t even name three good qualities. Was he that much of a failure? Yin Mo scratched her head, racking her brain for several seconds, then said three attributes, “You have a good figure, you look good, you have good taste.” He Chen felt like his heart was going to explode. He licked his lips, smiling maliciously, “The good figure barely passes, as for looks… Baby, what’s good-looking?” Yin Mo didn’t think much initially, but He Chen’s gaze indicated towards his belt, and her mind exploded with a boom, “Face, I mean the face.” “So it’s the face.” He Chen seemed disappointed as he shook his head, “Still, you regarded it as your partner for life.” Yin Mo blushed with embarrassment, annoyed as she punched his shoulder lightly with her right hand, “What nonsense are you talking.” He Chen seized her wrist, frowning unhappily, “Hand doesn’t hurt? Use that hand to hit.” Yin Mo didn’t care about the small wound on the back of her right hand at all. It wasn’t until He Chen reminded her that she realized, he really… was very good to her. He cared for her more than she cared for herself. For a moment, Yin Mo was moved, directly burrowing into his arms, murmuring, “I don’t know what I like about you either, but I just feel like you’re good in every way.” This time, He Chen felt pain so intense it was about to explode below. He hugged Yin Mo tightly, kissing her face constantly, “Captain Yin’s sweet-talking skills have grown.” He Chen tossed the cigarette butt out the window, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he said hoarsely, “Baby, kiss me.”