Chapter 1098: Chapter 1098: Then Give Me a Kiss Since walking into this office, He Chen has become much more silent. In fact, he didn’t take Yin Mo’s speculation seriously; the reason he accompanied her to the company was simply that he didn’t want to dampen her enthusiasm. But at this moment, He Chen stood staring for a long time at the bookshelf embedded in the wall, lost in thought. Finally, the belatedly aware Yin Mo noticed his unusual reaction, “What are you looking at?” Following He Chen’s gaze, she looked over and paused, “Perhaps the room is behind the bookshelf.” This kind of interior design is quite common—embedding the door to a resting room within the bookshelf, making it resemble an invisible door. Yin Mo moved forward, but the man who had been standing still for a long time beside her was quicker and reached the bookshelf nearby, taking out a rather worn-out book from the irregular display shelf. He Chen’s movements were slow, caressing the book’s chipped cover, his breathing growing heavier. Yin Mo peeked and pursed her lips regretfully; the book’s title was Parma Culture, which she didn’t recognize. After some time, Yin Mo had already circled the bookshelf once, and He Chen was still flipping through the book, as if he had fallen into some sort of reminiscence. Yin Mo returned to his side, puzzled, “Is there something wrong with this book?” “Parma Culture’s primer picture book.” He Chen’s voice was exceptionally low, like a string stretched to its limit, “Mine.” Yin Mo’s eyes widened immediately, “Your book?” He Chen’s eyes appeared bloodshot, as he closed the book, veins bulging on the back of his hand, “Hmm.” This was the only book he ever owned during his years with the He family. It still bore his childish graffiti from when he was learning to read, and surprisingly, it was in the president’s office of the He family. Yin Mo placed her hand on the back of He Chen’s hand, tilting her head to look at the other books on the display shelf, “Are there any more besides this one?” If there were, she would take them all back for him. He Chen closed his eyes briefly, his tone rarely carrying a hint of self-mockery, “Your man hasn’t read much since childhood, only this one book…” He never even went to school; in his ignorant younger years, junk in the storage room was his only companion. Yin Mo instantly felt a pang of pity, unintentionally leaning closer to the man, “It’s okay, I don’t love reading either.” He Chen’s breath hitched as he looked sideways at the woman who smiled at him, any heavy emotions gradually melting away under her gaze, “Baby, you don’t mind me being uneducated?” Google seaʀᴄh 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 “Not at all.” Yin Mo replied sincerely, “I’m not that educated either, I can’t even understand this primer book.” He Chen just looked at her, the thick frost between his brows visibly thawing. He smiled, his thin lips curving into an unprecedentedly joyful arc. He Chen was always handsome, but his often flippant facade made people overlook his inherent charm. Now, the man’s delighted smile revealed white teeth, his long eyes brimming with amusement, exceptionally cheerful. Yin Mo watched his face, her heartbeat quickening, especially as his Adam’s apple bobbed with his laughter, increasingly captivating. He Chen, seeing her gazing at him with a dazed expression, didn’t need to guess—her infatuated nature had kicked in. The man raised his hand to grasp the back of Yin Mo’s neck, teasing her irresistibly, “Baby, haven’t seen enough yet?” Yin Mo stared directly at him, “No.” Inside, He Chen experienced an indescribable sense of satisfaction, yet also felt somewhat frustrated. He had actually fallen to the point of needing to use his looks to beguile a woman. He Chen moved his handsome face closer to hers again, “Then give me a kiss?” Yin Mo obediently pecked him on the face and found him so pleasing to look at that she tiptoed to give him several more kisses. He Chen sighed contentedly, hugging her tightly and rubbing her in his arms, “Such a shame.” He Chen gave the bookshelf a sideways glance, clicking his tongue, “Wrong location.” Yin Mo didn’t get his meaning, but the man didn’t explain further; he patted her plump behind, raising his chin, “Go open the door.” “Can’t open it.” Yin Mo quickly regained her composure, pulling He Chen to a whole door of the cabinet, nudging it with her toe, “I tried, this door is heavy, there’s a gap in the edge, behind it might be the resting room, but it’s unyielding, and I checked under the table, there’s no switch.” He Chen handed her the picture book he was holding, then went to the desk and turned on the computer. His slender fingers danced rapidly over the keyboard, cracking the startup password in no time. Standing by the desk chair, Yin Mo watched the rapidly flashing code on the screen, “Why do you think this door needs a computer program to open it?” He Chen fetched a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Yin Mo, motioning for her to help light one, “Common sense.” He had noticed the bookshelf display was clean, no dust or debris, clearly regularly cleaned by someone. If the door could be easily pushed open, the cleaning staff would have noticed. At this moment, Yin Mo silently delivered a cigarette to his mouth but grumbled while lighting it, “You might as well just say I don’t know common sense.” He Chen took a drag, turning his head to gaze at the woman’s disgruntled expression, smoothly speaking words of affection, “As long as you understand me, there’s no need to understand common sense.” Just a few minutes later, a program running in the background captured an abnormal password, He Chen narrowed his eyes and pressed enter, the cabinet door behind him clicked and unlocked. The man spun his chair, turning back, but Yin Mo had already pushed the door open before him. She looked at He Chen in surprise, “It’s open, it really is a rest room inside.” He Chen stood up, wrapping an arm around Yin Mo’s waist to pull her to his side, and the two of them walked through the cabinet door together, heading toward the hidden rest area beyond. At the same time, downstairs in the He’s headquarters, the knocked-over traffic cone from earlier had been moved in front of the glass doors at the lobby, with a sign stating under construction, no entry placed out. And with the exception of the lights on the top floor, the entire building’s lights were all turned off. Though strange, it didn’t catch the attention of passers-by. The building is located in a bustling commercial area; office buildings often choose to construct at night, this is very common. Just like a group of off-road vehicles rushing in from a distance at the moment, which in the eyes of pedestrians were considered as a temporary construction team. Upstairs, Yin Mo stared blankly at the empty rest room, mumbling softly, “How come there’s nothing…” Such a luxurious office, yet the rest room was simple to the point of being spartan, no decoration, no suspended ceiling, just a bare shell, filled with the smell of cement and dust. But it was clear someone had lived here; there were a few books piled in the corner, covered in dust. A single wooden bed, the bedding color washed to a faded white, with a toilet and sink on the far left no more than five meters from the bed, without any partitions between them.