The Warm Breeze Is Not As Warm As You Chapter 70

Elder Mo's voice paused for a moment, before sounding distant as though he had turned his head away to glance at the person who had entered.

"You are An Shuyan?" Mo Elder asked.

Secretary An politely and respectfully nodded toward him. "h.e.l.lo Grandfather Mo, it has been a long time since I saw you. You look as healthy as ever."

Elder Mo nodded with a smile. "The last time I saw you little brat, was it in America? A few days ago, I heard you returned to the country, who would have thought that it was true. Are your father and grandfather healthy?"

Secretary An smiled. "They are doing very well. However, my grandfather isn't as fit as Grandfather Mo. You don't look 80 years old at all. If you say that you're 60 years old, I'm sure many people will believe that."

"Haha, you sure know how to speak! Ai, this granddaughter of the An family has already grown up. Time lets no one off." Elder Mo appeared to have really enjoyed her words. He laughed happily; his mood was extremely good. "You've already worked for more than a year in America's s.h.i.+ne Group. I heard that you performed rather well in every aspect; handling things carefully and firmly. You're even a Harvard graduate student. Why were you suddenly transferred into the country by your Uncle Mo? You even entered Jing Shen's company."

Secretary An maintained a proper smile. "This is what Uncle Mo wanted. Although Mo Corporation has not entered the Mo family's body of companies, it remains the most influential company within the country. Every place is a challenge. Since Uncle Mo wanted me to return to the country, I headed back here directly."

"Oh? So, your Uncle Mo means?" Elder Mo's tone suddenly became light, pausing nonchalantly.

Secretary An nodded. "When I came to report to the company, coincidentally CEO Mo was in England handling business. Uncle Mo arranged for me to come in to save the work of the Human Resources department. I only caught a glance of CEO Mo yesterday."

Under the office desk, Ji Nuan could hear that this lady named An Shuyan appeared to be very familiar with the Mo family, and their relations.h.i.+p appeared rather good.

But she said Uncle Mo sent her back…

Uncle Mo?

What other Uncle Mo could there be in s.h.i.+ne Group?

Mo Jingshen's parents were both out of the country. The s.h.i.+ne Group has always been under the control of Mo Jingshen's father, Mo Shaoze. Half a year ago when they married, Mo Jingshen's mother was the only one who flew back to see her daughter-in-law. Mo Shaoze did not even show his face.

So, the Uncle Mo that Secretary An was mentioning and addressed so familiarly was most likely Mo Shaoze.

Especially sending someone else's family's daughter to the country, and arranging for her to be right by Mo Jingshen's side, this… can the meaning of this be more abundantly clear?

Ji Nuan raised her eyes, glancing toward Mo Jingshen who remained unperturbed and silent from beginning to end.

As though sensing Ji Nuan's "burning" gaze, Mo Jingshen's eyes nonchalantly moved beneath the desk. His gaze was deep, calm, and unmoved. It was impossible to tell what thoughts and plans he had toward this secretary forcefully pushed onto him.

When they initially married, Grandfather Mo was the most insistent on having Ji Nuan marry into their family. He was also the one that protected and doted on Ji Nuan the most. However, Mo Jingshen's father never once showed up. Who knew if it was because he was too busy with s.h.i.+ne or because he had other ideas.

Ji Nuan made use of her instincts as a woman and realized that Mo Jingshen's father had never acknowledged her position as the daughter-in-law.

Elder Mo and Secretary An chatted for a while, but what exactly they discussed, Ji Nuan barely heard.

She remained under the desk watching Mo Jingshen. From beginning to end, he only listened to what they were saying. His expression was distant, and he did not make a single sound.

Once Secretary An left because of work, Elder Mo pause silently in the office for a while before suddenly asking, "Jing Shen, what do you think?"

Mo Jingshen indifferently curved his lips. "What do you mean by what I think?"

"Your father clearly plans on going against me. He already knows that Ji Nuan has been married into the family for so long, yet he still refuses to give up. He keeps trying to push Secretary An, that little brat, to marry you." Elder Mo's tone sounded unhappy. "He has brazenly sent the person over. He clearly doesn't take the granddaughter-in-law I've acknowledged into consideration."

"Although the An family's brat is not bad, and I've seen her several times when she was young, you've never had much interest toward An Shuyan. You've never given her more attention than necessary, so I never planned on forcing anything." Elder Mo sighed. "But Ji Nuan, that silly girl knows nothing about this. If she overthinks things, I might not be able to hold my great-granddaughter."

Mo Jingshen's brows moved, and he gave a light, meaningful chuckle.

The person was right under the desk, how could she not know.

Ji Nuan: "…"

She did have thoughts, but these thoughts were not especially negative.

It was just a person squeezing into the position of a secretary, not into Mo Jingshen's bed. Even if it was, it was not as though he would sleep with her, what more was there to think about?

"I've got to return and call your father. He clearly thinks he can do anything he wants now that he's old. He even dares to disregard the granddaughter-in-law I've acknowledged! I've got to give him a good scolding!" Elder Mo leaned against his walking stick as he walked out. He did not even look back in his rage.

Mo Jingshen did not try to stop him. His lips curved. The moment the office regained its silence, he glanced at the woman slowly squeezing out from under the desk.

"How is the air underneath?"

Mo Jingshen casually sat on the leather chair behind the desk, lazily leaning back as he raised a hand to loosen his tie. His eyes carried a smile.

After squeezing out, Ji Nuan stood up. Her words remained stubborn. "Your office desk was definitely made with real, high-quality wood. There isn't the smell of glue or disinfectants at all. Not bad, not bad."

Mo Jingshen's brows lightly lifted. "That's all?"

"What else could there be?" Ji Nuan casually neatened her clothes that had become slightly ruffled after her earlier action.

There was no way she could say that when she was under the desk, each time she raised her head, she would catch a glance of Mo Jingshen's two legs…

His sitting posture was not reserved but calm and casual. Both legs were not pressed together. Instead, they were slightly apart. His pants wrapped around legs that were long and firm. But each time she raised her eyes, the first thing she saw was his… the area between his legs…

Seeing how Ji Nuan appeared to be lost in her thoughts, Mo Jingshen smiled slightly. "Why are you standing all the way there? Come here."

Ji Nuan tugged on the coat she was wearing and did not walk over.

Mo Jingshen stood up, walking over to her. He looked down at the little woman who was shorter than him by more than a head: "Bothered?"

"If I said I wasn't bothered, would you believe it?"

She did not overthink it, but that did not mean she was not bothered.

His dark eyes calmly glanced at her image of wanting to remain rational yet being slightly unable to bear the emotions. He raised his hand and pinched her snow-white ears that have no accessories.

Ji Nuan was caught off guard and s.h.i.+vered.

Who knew if he was doing it on purpose. His fingers rubbed against a sensitive spot behind her ears. She raised her eyes to glare at him.