The local property business would begin to show an increasingly upward trend. Both she and BGY's old CEO shared their viewpoints and analyses on this.

Every comment Ji Nuan gave was on point, leading BGY's old CEO to look forward to their next collaboration.

As their conversation livened up, the phone placed on the conference table began to vibrate. Ji Nuan hung up the call without looking at the caller's ID. She then smiled and continued their frank conversation.

Inside Zi Jing Cheng Club, Mo Jingshen listened to the disconnected tone, glancing at the phone screen.

Nan Heng watched the man as he moved to step out of the private room with the phone in his hand. His smiled mischievously. "What expression is that? Could it be Ji Nuan hung up on you?"

Mo Jingshen did not speak.

The little woman had really learned to hang up on him?

He began to consider what Qin Siting had brought up earlier; about allowing Ji Nuan to grow her own wings to soar.

At twenty-years-old, Ji Nuan still had a lot of space to learn and improve. If one day, she was to mature and become a changed woman, transforming into a CEO Ji he could no longer keep hold of...

Mo Jingshen narrowed his eyes slightly...

Qin Siting continued drinking lazily on a square sofa by the other side. He lightly swirled the brandy in his glass and chuckled. "Ji Nuan is really the first person to have the guts to hang up your call. When she comes, I'll have to praise her well. She really did well!"

After a moment, Qin Siting continued. "It's not early anymore, something might have happened. Do you want to go check on her?"

Nan Heng glanced at the time. "With Feng Ling by her side, nothing will happen. She definitely hung up. I placed my most capable assistant by his woman's side. If anything goes wrong, wouldn't that waste my years of cultivating her?"

Mo Jingshen walked over and kicked away the leg Nan Heng had placed on the coffee table. He then sat on the sofa and calmly said, "If you didn't send Feng Ling away, you probably would have died in her hands."

Nan Heng choked on a mouthful of smoke. His eyes reddened from coughing before he rasped, "What the fuck do you mean by that?"

Mo Jingshen sneered. "It seems like you've really been too idle recently."

"So what? Because I'm idle, you want to fight me?" Nan Heng narrowed his eyes as he held the cigarette in his mouth.

"Please don't. If you want to kill one another, stay further away from me. I don't want to drag two heavily injured men back to the hospital in the middle of the night. It wasn't easy for your old man to avoid the night shift today." Qin Siting coldly sneered.

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Half an hour later, Ji Nuan finally appeared at Zi Jing Cheng Club.

She was directed to the private room by a security guard. As she pushed open the door, she noticed that the room was extremely large; there were sofas, coffee tables, microphones, and even facilities that only high-class luxury parties would have. Nothing was lacking.

Only three people were sitting inside.

Mo Jingshen, Nan Heng, and Qin Siting.

Qin Siting could be considered a familiar person to her, but Nan Heng was someone she frequently heard of but never met. Apparently, he typically spent more time in America and dabbled in the weapon business. He first became wealthy and influential in Hai Cheng before he rose to fame in America.

The moment she pushed the door open, Mo Jingshen calmly shifted his gaze onto her and said, "Nuan Nuan, come and sit here."

Ji Nuan nodded and was about to approach when she abruptly noticed Nan Heng's repulsed expression. He looked as though he was covered in goosebumps.

"I say, the both of you, you can kiss and touch as you please at home, but can you please take note when you're in a public place?" Nan Heng coldly scolded.

After knowing Mo Jingshen for so many years, he had honestly never seen him take so much initiative. Without any intimate or passionate gestures, he had already stepped past the limit they were used to.

Mo Jingshen coldly glanced at him. "Move your leg aside."

Nan Heng. "..."

He especially felt like scolding someone but resisted the urge to do so. Nan Heng's legs were indeed blocking Ji Nuan's path. He glanced at her, retrieving his leg, and at the same time, shifting his gaze out the door.

After sending Ji Nuan in, Feng Ling stood diligently outside. She turned around to stand with the several bodyguards there.

"What are you standing outside for? Come in." Nan Heng's voice was icy cold and commanding.

Ji Nuan also planned to let Feng Ling enter. However, Feng Ling did not move to do so. She sat down by Mo Jingshen's side and said to Feng Ling who stood there, "That's right. Come in, you're not an outsider."

Feng Ling remained outside and did not speak. Her gaze shifted past Nan Heng; it was only a simple, indifferent glance. She did not greet her ex-boss and instead moved her eyes back to Ji Nuan. "This sort of occasion isn't suited for me. Mrs. Mo, I'll guard outside. If there's anything you need, just call for me."

After she finished her words, she directly closed the door.

The private room was filled with a strange silence. Ji Nuan was already used to Feng Ling's cold and stubborn temper. Seeing the door was already shut, she did not insist further.

Mo Jingshen glanced at Ji Nuan's face and passed her the drink menu from the coffee table. "What do you want to drink?"

Ji Nuan lowered her head to scan the menu, before glancing at all the alcohol on the coffee table. She smiled and said, "There's no need to trouble yourself. There's still lots of alcohol; I'll just drink with you guys."

In the end, Mo Jingshen took the menu back from her and pressed the call button for the waiter to enter. He ordered a glass of warm fruit juice and a plate of fruit.

As the waiter walked away with the menu, Mo Jingshen said, "I've said it before. Don't even think about touching alcohol in the future."

"It's not as if I'll drink a lot..."

"Not even a sip."

"..."

Since the moment Feng Ling shut the door, Nan Heng's expression had been heavy. Now, he even had to listen to the two showing-off their affections like maniacs.

He could not resist as he gave Ji Nuan a side-glance, coldly mocking. "Earlier on, didn't this extremely daring woman hang up your call? Within the blink of an eye, she became your sweetheart again? Even a glass of fruit juice has to be warmed up, just how delicate is she?"

Qin Siting unhurriedly poured himself more alcohol. "I've already become experienced with this. You'll have to further adjust to it. However, from a medical perspective, women should avoid drinking a lot of cold drinks. Drinking more warm beverages is good for the body."

Nan Heng narrowed his eyes and sneered. "You must have been tormented harshly. Your mind is so confused you're about to wave your flag to cheer this little couple on."

Qin Siting maintained his lazy smile. "Do you think it has been easy for me, your brother? I think I have Stockholm syndrome after being tormented for too long. I'm used to it now. If they don't torture me for two days, something feels amiss."

Nan Heng leaned back against the sofa, redirecting the target as he coldly said, "You wish to be tormented so badly? Sure, I'll grant your wish."

Qin Siting raised his eyes to look at him. "Grant what wish?"

Nan Heng shifted his gaze to the door as he meaningfully said. "You'll understand soon enough."