Capítulo 1093: Chapter 1093: Spoiling Her Beyond All Reason He Chen propped up his head with one hand and laughed coldly, “What delusion?” “She’s giving you the illusion that she’s not materialistic, not vain, and completely indifferent to your background,” Feng Yi tapped the table and said sharply, “When everyone around you looks down on you, Cheng Li’s appearance will be mistakenly seen by you as a gift and salvation.” A storm surged within the depths of He Chen’s dark eyes, turning his demeanor grim and wrathful. Feng Yi raised his glass to him in a gesture, “Having seen many women, I can always see through their essence. What you like isn’t Cheng Li, but the traits she deliberately exhibits. And those traits, Yin Mo happens to have, which is why she attracts you.” “You sure know a damn lot.” He Chen, though unwilling to admit it, indeed found no reasonable grounds for rebuttal. Seeing this, Feng Yi’s deep eye sockets filled with amusement, “He Xiaosi, are you thinking about being good to Yin Mo, wanting to be better to her, to the point of sparing no cost?” He Chen swallowed lightly, lazily lifting his gaze, “Even relationship experts can’t beat you.” “You’re too kind!” Feng Yi laughed heartily, “Then marry her early, it’s only when a man truly loves a woman that he genuinely wants to be good to her. Otherwise, considering your patience level with women, she wouldn’t affect your mood even if she groveled.” Although I haven’t interacted much with Yin Mo, her kind of personality is clear at a glance, with little opinion and a tendency to go with the flow. Is such an easily controllable woman worth worrying for? If you really like her, just spoil her. Regardless of good or bad and what lies ahead, if you spoil her beyond measure, she’s bound to love you unconditionally.” He Chen held a cigarette between his fingers, tilting his head to scrutinize Feng Yi, “Feng Xiaoer, you’ve had as many women as I have, right?” “Not many, but certainly not as much as you.” Feng Yi tidied his suit coat and added, “However, I don’t play around with women. I have serious relationships and amicable breakups. Even Margaret has dated several boyfriends; sexual relationships are simply a mutually selective process, there’s nothing serious about it.” Dıscover more novels at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 At half-past ten at night, He Chen returned to the apartment. The night breeze brushed his face, dissipating the slight intoxication brought by alcohol. The man walked into the bedroom, and with the faint light of the night lamp, he could see the figure rising on the bed. He Chen lightened his steps, knelt on one knee at the bedside, and looked down at the sleeping Yin Mo. He leaned down to kiss her face, initially intending to shower, but her scent and softness enticed him to not let go. Yin Mo wasn’t actually asleep; he went out without a greeting, inevitably stirring her suspicion. At that moment, He Chen lay on his side on the bed, positioning his bent arm under Yin Mo’s neck, gently pulling her into his embrace, then bowed his head to focus on her face, observing closely. Are you in love with Yin Mo? Feng Yi’s words resurfaced in his mind, He Chen slightly lifted the corners of his mouth, lowering his head to place a kiss on Yin Mo’s brow. Yes, definitely in love. No longer a casually spoken fondness, but a deep, indelible affection buried in the heart. How deep, he didn’t know, but Yin Mo was the sole reason he didn’t want to look at any other woman anymore. Perhaps Feng Yi’s advice enlightened He Chen, and he suddenly felt relieved seeing Yin Mo pretending to sleep with her trembling eyelashes. Whether she’s obedient or stubborn, no matter what she transforms into, she’s always the Yin Mo he likes. He Chen buried his face on her cheek, planting several kisses, humorously teasing, “Baby, aren’t you worried about your eyelids cramping?” Yin Mo twitched her nose slightly, then softly opened her eyes, answering nonchalantly, “You smell heavily of alcohol.” “Wait, I’ll go shower.” He Chen firmly kissed her lips, got off the bed, and went to the bathroom. Yin Mo propped herself up, watching his retreating figure, her face filled with doubt. He seemed to have returned to his previous state, exuding joy from the inside out. Did something happen? Yin Mo concentrated for a moment, unable to think of a reason, so she simply switched on the bedside lamp and sat up hugging her knees. Only seven or eight minutes later, He Chen emerged with a towel wrapped around him. The man was bare-chested, his muscular physique robust and exuding a beauty of strength. The bedroom light was warm, dispelling the dampness of the British Imperial rain season. Yin Mo stared intently at He Chen as he dried his short hair, her heartbeat unwittingly accelerating. His evenly distributed abdominal muscles bathed in the warm light, the mermaid line extending beneath the towel, every inch exuding a captivating allure for women. After quite a while, Yin Mo finally shifted her gaze, licking her lips as she hugged the quilt, feeling a bit thirsty. Just then, the bed sank, He Chen sat beside her and unexpectedly caught her random eye movements. The man looked down at himself, the corners of his mouth curling into a knowing smile, “Baby, take a good look, it’s all yours.” Yin Mo clutched the corner of the quilt, casting him a quick glance, her peripheral vision inevitably landing on the abdominal muscles, “I wasn’t looking…” He Chen tossed the towel in his hand to the footrest of the bed, without a word he pulled her hand and placed it on his abdomen, “Feel free to touch, no need to be shy.” Yin Mo shrank her hand but couldn’t resist the man’s strength, her palm still resting on the well-toned abdominal muscles. The sensation might have been so pleasing that she couldn’t resist pinching them twice, “Did you go out…to handle something?” He Chen was quite pleased with her natural reaction, reaching out to brush away the loose strands of hair by her cheek, “Didn’t handle anything, Feng Xiaoer found me.” “Oh,” Yin Mo said, one hand embracing the quilt, the other lightly rubbing his abdominal muscles, “Then when are we going back to Parma?” There’s only tomorrow left of the two-day period, yet Rong Manli has made no move. Yin Mo still had He Chen’s mother’s matter on her mind, feeling worried it might complicate. He Chen bent one knee, turning Yin Mo’s face towards him, meeting her gaze, “Baby, tell me the truth, during my afternoon out, did you have wild thoughts?” The pad of Yin Mo’s finger roamed unwittingly along the lines of his abdomen, halting upon hearing this. Perhaps the light was too warm, softening the man’s edges, in Yin Mo’s view, this moment He Chen was extremely handsome and gentle. She lowered her eyelids, nodding slightly, “Didn’t think too much, just a bit curious about what you were doing.” He Chen sighed silently, “If you wanted to know, why not call me?” Yin Mo clearly hadn’t considered this, her surprised expression raising her fine eyebrows, “Making an abrupt call, wouldn’t it interrupt your business?” He Chen pinched her cheek, coaxing her in a patient tone, “Baby, you won’t know unless you try calling once.” Yin Mo might have been mentally swayed by him, nodding with a shy smile, “Okay, then next time I won’t guess, I’ll just call.”