(1) Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 89: Did I Lose My Lipstick on CEO Mo's Car?

Ji Nuan opened her eyes and glanced toward the bedside table. It was Mo Jingshen’s private phone.

It’s already so late, who could be calling? Could it be that there is something urgent in the company?

Mo Jingshen was still in the bathroom. Ji Nuan held the blanket as she sat up. She saw that it was an unsaved number and picked up the call.

“Jing Shen will probably need a while longer before he can pick up the call. Call again later.” Ji Nuan did not wait for the other party to speak and clarified the situation.

The person on the phone was quiet for a moment. After that, Secretary An’s gentle voice came through, almost as though she was testing the water. “Mrs. Mo?”

An Shuyan?

Ji Nuan’s fatigue disappeared in an instant. She glanced toward the displayed caller number, quietly memorizing it before she placed the phone back against her ears. “Secretary An? Calling CEO Mo’s phone so late into the night, do you have something urgent?”

“My apologies for disturbing your rest, Mrs. Mo. I know that CEO Mo has a video conference with America’s side at 1:00 a.m. tonight. I thought that he wouldn’t have gone to bed yet at this time and called,” Secretary An politely and gently explained. “His other phone should have run out of battery, which is why I called his personal number…”

Ji Nuan was quiet and did not speak.

Calling someone else’s husband’s number in the middle of the night—especially with the purpose behind her return to the country being so obvious—it was clear that there was an alternate motive behind this call.

“I wanted to discuss tonight’s video conference with CEO Mo. After all, it’s a cooperation with America’s Shine.” Secretary An’s voice paused for a moment before she gently added. “Also, I wanted to ask CEO Mo to check if I dropped my lipstick on his car?”

Ji Nuan took another glance at the time without any reaction. “Oh? A lipstick, is it? When I came home with him tonight, I sure didn’t see it on the car.”

“Then I must have dropped it outside,” Secretary An softly said. “Today, after getting off work, my car suddenly broke down in the middle of the road. The rain was coming down heavily. Coincidentally, CEO Mo drove by, so I asked for a ride. Before I got off the car, I used my lipstick to redo my makeup. When I came back, I found that it wasn’t in my bag, so I thought it fell in his car.”

Ji Nuan held the phone, smiling leisurely. “His car indeed does not have your things. Think through it again and see if you dropped it elsewhere. It’s just a lipstick, what brand is it? If Secretary An really likes it, I can buy you a new one tomorrow.”

“You don’t need to do that. I’m really sorry for calling to disturb you so late into the night.”

“It’s fine, today’s rain is indeed heavy. The temperature should be dropping again. Secretary An, you better remember to wear more layers tomorrow and bring your umbrella.”

“All right, thank you, Mrs. Mo.”

“You are welcome.” Ji Nuan calmly glanced toward the bedroom door. She heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and softly asked, “Jing Shen has just finished showering. Don’t you have a video conference to discuss with him? Do you need me to hand the phone over to him?”

“Then I’ll trouble Mrs. Mo.” Secretary An’s tone still contained a hint of a smile.

Ji Nuan got off the bed, walking out of the bedroom to see that Mo Jingshen was really about to enter the study.

“Hubby, Secretary An’s call,” Ji Nuan calmly said while walking over. When Mo Jingshen turned back to look at her, she handed him the phone.

Mo Jingshen had just showered, and there was still a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He appeared refreshed after showering, the clear scent clinging to his body, hiding some of the laziness that accompanied the late night.

Ji Nuan did not look back at him. After handing over the phone, she turned around to return to the bedroom.

In the end, her feet had just moved forward when her waist flinched. The man directly stretched his arm over to bring her into his embrace. Ji Nuan eyed him unhappily. Mo Jingshen did not let go of his arm around her while he picked up the phone with his other hand.

“Send the relevant files to them. I’ll turn on the laptop in forty minutes,” Mo Jingshen said a few words indifferently. Afterward, he mentioned some things to take note of for the cooperation with Shine without any warmth in his voice. After a few simple words, he hung up the phone, casually throwing the phone onto the couch nearby.