Capítulo 1087: Chapter 1087: I Can’t Stand to See You Upset Yin Mo waited a few seconds without hearing an answer and looked at He Chen with confusion in her eyes, “Why aren’t you speaking?” He Chen looked at her expressionlessly, his thumb pressing firmly on her lips, rubbing twice, “With such a little mouth that can’t speak well, what should I use to block it, baby?” Yin Mo’s thoughts went astray, her gaze drifting elsewhere, “Did I say something wrong?” “No, you didn’t.” He Chen let go of her shoulders, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “Since it’s not that you can’t live without me, just stay home and wait for me to come back.” Yin Mo pondered for two seconds, “Then if… I can’t live without you, will you take me with you?” He Chen had the illusion of being ensnared by his own words. He paused, then lifted his lips slyly, word by word, “Don’t even think about it.” Yin Mo was a little unhappy but held back from erupting. Deep down, she actually believed that He Chen wouldn’t fool around while outside. But his act of going out alone made Yin Mo feel excluded from his world. Yin Mo stood up quietly, walked to the bar, and poured a glass of whiskey. Just as she lifted it, a hand reached out from behind and pressed down the glass. He Chen stood behind her with one hand in his pocket, laughter hidden in his eyes, “Are you angry?” “No.” Yin Mo pushed his forearm, “Take your hand off.” Check latest chapters at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 He Chen remained unmoved, leaning sideways on the bar, his gaze locked on her face, “Want to drink?” Yin Mo looked up, her expression lukewarm, as if saying ‘What nonsense are you spouting?’ He Chen wasn’t annoyed and continued to patiently tease her by moving his handsome face closer, “Kiss me and I’ll let you drink.” “Then I won’t drink.” Yin Mo released the glass, very deliberately taking a step back. Perhaps she hadn’t even realized that her words were full of a woman’s petulance and grievance. He Chen couldn’t resist, encircling Yin Mo’s waist immediately, tilted his head back, took a sip of whiskey, and then directly covered her lips, passing the strong liquor to her. The rich aroma of the alcohol spread through their lips, forcing Yin Mo to swallow the whiskey, her tongue feeling numb from his sucking. She raised her hand to hit He Chen’s shoulder, struggled a bit, and only then did the man reluctantly release her, “Behave yourself.” Yin Mo stopped moving but stubbornly averted her face, refusing to meet his eyes. He Chen, intrigued, turned her face back, chuckling softly, “Baby, are you throwing a tantrum at me?” Yin Mo was momentarily choked, her gaze becoming dazed. She seemed to be genuinely having a fit. In just a few days with He Chen, she had become more at ease, even… forgetting to adhere to her duty. Was she being spoiled by his love? He Chen didn’t even need to look closely to gauge what was in Yin Mo’s mind. His heart ached immediately; he quickly embraced Yin Mo, softly patting her back, “It’s good that you throw tantrums; I like it when you do.” Yin Mo couldn’t respond: “…” He Chen turned around and sat on a high chair, encircling Yin Mo and planting several kisses on her face, “Don’t be mad anymore. Go pack some clothes; I’ll take you out tomorrow.” Yin Mo was dumbfounded and out of it, “You agreed?” “Yes.” He Chen’s hand mischievously stroked back and forth along her waistline, “I can’t say no. I can’t stand to see you aggrieved.” Just from that expression and tone Yin Mo had earlier, never mind going out with him, even if she asked for his life, he’d willingly carve out his heart. Yin Mo couldn’t help but smile, actively reaching out to hug the man’s waist, “I’m not even aggrieved…” He Chen looked down, his fingers running through her hair, rubbing twice, “Happy?” Yin Mo remained silent, but her increasing proximity to him said it all. At this moment, Yin Mo clearly sensed that He Chen adored her dearly. The next day, at 8 a.m., He Chen, feeling refreshed, walked out the door, holding Yin Mo’s hand. The destination was Parma Airport. In the car, the man absentmindedly kneaded Yin Mo’s left hand, raising his eyes to look at the rearview mirror, “Any movement from Rong Manli?” Ah Yong turned around, glancing at Yin Mo, who looked like a blooming flower, and reported seriously, “Brother Chen, nothing for now.” He Chen crossed his legs, using his toe to kick the back of the front seat, warning sinisterly, “If you don’t need your eyes, I can dig them out.” Ah Yong quickly sat upright, gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead, not daring to move. Brother Chen was really petty; did just a glance at Miss Yin warrant digging out his eyes? But… damn, Miss Yin was really beautiful. I wonder if she has any sisters or something. He Chen, full of displeasure, raised the divider in the car, turning to glance at the woman beside him, “Wear a mask when you go out from now on.” “Why?” Yin Mo asked innocently, “I’m not afraid of getting tan.” For god’s sake, she’s not afraid of getting tan. He Chen’s chest felt clogged, making it hard to breathe, especially recalling Ah Yong’s amazed look at Yin Mo, making him slightly regret bringing her out. Underestimating this woman’s ability to attract attention. He Chen irritably rubbed his brow, narrowing his eyes, then leaned over and gave several hickeys on Yin Mo’s neck. Half a minute later, seeing the marks covering her neck, he contentedly patted her cheek, “Baby, you’re beautiful.” Yin Mo nonchalantly wiped the saliva off the side of her neck, “Where are we going?” He Chen was very pleased with her reaction, ruffling her hair, “To your hometown, British Imperial.” In September, the temperature in British Imperial was slightly lower than Parma, and there was a drizzly rain. Walking out of the private compartment, the damp, cool air hit them. He Chen wrapped Yin Mo tightly, quickly heading to the business car opposite. Yin Mo spoke very little along the way. Returning to British Imperial stirred a mix of emotions, yet her actions betrayed a hint of nervousness. Qiaoqiao had mentioned that the archives in the British Imperial Police Station recorded her personal information as deceased. Not just her, but so with Mr. and Mrs. Yin. Inside the cabin, Yin Mo turned to look out at the tarmac outside the window, hesitating for a long time before she lowered her head, murmuring pessimistically, “I might not be able to leave the country…” When she went to Parma, the smooth journey was entirely thanks to Qiaoqiao’s Black Gold Diamond Card. Now in British Imperial, her identity might very well halt her progress at every step. She might even face the risk of her fake death being discovered. Although the Chairman Family had become history, since she had been a confidante of Xiao Yehui, there were things she couldn’t escape from the law’s penalties. At this time, He Chen pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, glancing at her sulking brow, crossing his legs as he teasingly said, “Want me to send you back?” Yin Mo took it seriously, forcing a smile as she nodded, “Uh, okay.” “Ha!” He Chen sneered, lifting her chin, “Baby, who am I?” “I’m your man!” He Chen bent down to kiss her lips, “With me here, what are you worrying about?” Yin Mo looked fixedly into his eyes, a tickle rising in her throat as she reached out to hug his neck, nuzzling affectionately, “You’re so good…”