Capítulo 1092: Chapter 1092: Have You Fallen in Love with Yin Mo? Back at London Port, it was already five in the evening, and a light rain was falling over the city. He Chen held Yin Mo’s hand as they walked into the hotel, his dark eyes occasionally sizing up the woman beside him. Yin Mo’s eyes, still slightly red from crying, had returned to their normal state. On the way back, He Chen had soothed her, seemingly successful, yet feeling not quite fully so. Yin Mo was not complex, many of her emotions easily showed on her face. But she had been too quiet throughout the journey, agreeing to everything he said with a nod. This overly obedient attitude made He Chen uneasy. He perversely thought about making her cry again, even if she yelled at him, anything but this stifled suppression. In the living room, He Chen roughly pulled Yin Mo onto the sofa, holding her wrist, “Yin Mo, if you’re upset, you can get angry at me.” Yin Mo shifted her wrist, looking up at him, “I’m not upset.” Her gaze was calm as usual, straightforward and clear. He Chen wrapped her hand around his waist, stroking her brow and eye, “Baby, you are.” He understood women, especially ones like Yin Mo who felt inferior, after a fight she would definitely experience various pessimistic emotions. He Chen was eager to pull her out of these emotions, as he suddenly remembered that Yin Mo, though passive and reserved, had a strong trait of being heedless of consequences once she made a decision. Like with those jewelry pieces—when she decided she didn’t want them, she gave them up with unwavering decisiveness. A trace of fear and uncertainty gradually rose in He Chen’s heart—if one day Yin Mo decided she didn’t want him anymore, would she discard him like those jewelry pieces? This anxious emotion overwhelmed He Chen’s heart, and he deeply gazed at Yin Mo, somewhat losing control as he grasped her nape, asking seriously, “Baby, you haven’t thought about breaking up with me, right?” At this moment, Yin Mo was only half an inch away from him, their breaths intertwined. She couldn’t decipher what the brilliance in He Chen’s eyes meant, but couldn’t help but frown and ask back, “Why would I think of breaking up?” They hadn’t even had an argument, only misunderstood each other’s intentions. Was such a small matter worth breaking up over? Yin Mo didn’t understand, pondered for a few seconds, then turned away lightly saying, “If you want to break up, um…” He Chen didn’t let her finish her sentence. He suddenly sealed her lips, blocking all her words. He Chen hugged her waist tighter, wishing they could merge as one, and muttered hoarsely, “I never thought about it, nor can you.” Yin Mo nodded and agreed, “Okay.” She was still so compliant, so obedient, letting him do as he pleased. The veins on He Chen’s forehead throbbed, feeling somewhat helpless and frustrated. Half an hour later, Yin Mo got ready to shower, He Chen asked what she wanted to eat, she said anything was fine, up to him. He Chen leaned on the sofa, watching the woman by the bathroom door, his jawline slowly tightened, his eyes tinted with irritation. He waved her off to shower, and Yin Mo smiled, turning to enter the bathroom. He Chen pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep puff, the gentle swirls of smoke hung around, yet couldn’t ease the melancholy and displeasure in his heart. Thus, when Yin Mo emerged from the shower, He Chen was already gone, leaving only a takeout box of Western food—a seafood sushi she liked—on the coffee table. At eight o’clock in the evening, a suburban winery. He Chen held a glass of red wine, his gaze deep and contemplative. Feng Yi leisurely sliced steak, glanced up at him, “Are you in love with Yin Mo?” He Chen paused in his motion of raising the glass, questioning himself, had he fallen in love? His time with Yin Mo wasn’t long, he had told her he liked her countless times, but never spoke of love. Feng Yi saw him silent, chuckled softly, “Not denying, that’s an admission.” He Chen pursed his lips with displeasure, “Just speak plainly.” “Do I really need to?” Feng Yi put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, “You’re out drinking with me late at night instead of sharing a bed with a woman, it’s either frustration or a breakup drama, am I right?” Feng Yi took a sip of lemon water, staring at He Chen’s troubled brow, “He Xiaosi, you’re really losing yourself over a woman, you surely have fallen for her.” Check latest chapters at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 “You’ve got quite the experience.” Feng Yi leaned back against the chair, waggling his finger, “I’m just observing objectively. Someone like Yin Mo, being with her should be pleasant, how about sharing with your second brother, so I can help analyze?” He Chen tipped his head back and drank the wine, squinting coldly, “Did you sleep with Margaret because she was easy?” “That’s different.” Feng Yi folded his arms across the table, leaning forward with amusement, “Margaret is different from Yin Mo, she has a brain and thoughts, what does your woman have?” He Chen tightened his grip on the glass, grinning, “Are you looking to fight?” Feng Yi laughed, shaking the decanter slightly, “Xiao Si, honesty can hurt, anyone can see that Yin Mo lacks personality or independence, but that’s due to objective reasons.” He Chen said nothing, yet his expression grew deeper. Feng Yi poured him another half glass, leisurely eyeing his handsome face, “To be honest, I really didn’t expect you’d grow feelings for Yin Mo, what attracted you, her body or looks?” “Aren’t you crude?” He Chen leaned back, kicking him under the table. Feng Yi looked at the footprint on his pants, grumbling, “Don’t deny it, a man’s interest in a woman is primarily driven by physical attraction, besides, Yin Mo’s face does have the charm to mesmerize men.” He Chen sipped the red wine, ominously eyeing Feng Yi, “What’s Margaret’s number?” “Why so angry!” Feng Yi pointed at him, chuckling, “It’s natural to be drawn to beauty, a man’s nature. If you don’t love Yin Mo, then while you’re still together, sleep with her more, otherwise, if she impacts your emotions, that’s another matter.” “Continue, I’m listening.” Feng Yi slowly crossed his legs, carrying a gentlemanly elegance, he silently paused, shaking his head and sighing, “I feel… you’ve never had a real relationship.” He Chen raised his brows but before he could speak, Feng Yi continued, “Having women doesn’t mean knowing love. He Xiaosi, think carefully, why did you believe you liked Cheng Li back then? Was it her beauty? I doubt it, Parma is full of beauties, countless prettier than her, of all appearances, Cheng Li wouldn’t even rank top ten, eclipsed further by Yin Mo. Ultimately, what you liked was the illusion she gave you.”