After putting down the plum soup, Ning Wan noticed the weariness between Chen Mo's brows. She approached him from behind and started to massage his shoulders: "Marquis, your shoulders are quite tense."

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten the words he had said to her a few days ago.

The reason she proactively brought Chen Mo plum soup and massaged his shoulders was primarily motivated by her previous thinking, to occasionally give Chen Mo some pleasantries, so he always maintains a fresh interest in her.

Although Ning Wan was not a Martial Artist, she still had some strength in her hands. She used to frequently massage Liang Song, and her technique was quite good.

Enjoying Ning Wan's massage, Chen Mo took a sip of plum soup, and whether it was a psychological effect or not, he felt relaxed quite a lot.

Feeling relaxed, Chen Mo asked, "How's the matter with Luo Qin handled, did Luo Yong get involved?"

"It's already been dealt with. Luo Yong was unaware of the things his uncle Luo Qin did, as he wasn't in Yu State at the time. However, Luo Yong's wife knew and accepted fifty coins from Luo Qin." Ning Wan gently continued her massage.

"How did Aunt Ning handle it?" Chen Mo said.

Ning Wan started to speak slowly about it. Luo Yong's side was handled according to public business practices, and as for Luo Yong's wife, the fifty coins she took were reclaimed, and she was also subjected to a certain penalty, mainly a fine.

"I knew Aunt Ning would handle it properly." Chen Mo finished the plum soup in one swift motion, reached back with his hand, placing it on the rounded softness.

Ning Wan shuddered, her snow-white skin and jade-like face immediately flushed with a rosy tint, retreating two steps in a hurried manner, teasingly saying, "You... you're misbehaving again."

Chen Mo got up and turned around. At this moment, Ning Wan's delicate fists were held close to her chest, lightly biting her lower lip, an aura of wifely charm spreading.

"Did Aunt Ning come to see me really just to bring a bowl of plum soup?" Chen Mo walked towards Ning Wan.

He wasn't a fool; Ning Wan's exquisite makeup was clearly prepared in advance, and it was unnecessary to do so just for delivering a bowl of plum soup.

As he got close, he sensed the fragrance of orchids mixed with the scent of rouge and a faint indescribable body aroma emanating from Ning Wan, which was quite pleasant.

Feeling Chen Mo's burning gaze, Ning Wan's face grew redder. She retreated again, but the space behind the desk was small, and after two steps back, her back pressed against the desk, causing a book to fall from above.

"Careful." Chen Mo's quick eyes and hands grabbed the falling book and placed it back, laughing lightly, "Almost hit your head."

The two were very close, intimately. The fruit was directly pressed against Chen Mo's chest, eliciting a coquettish hum from Ning Wan's nose. She pushed with one hand against Chen Mo's chest, to prevent him from going too far, saying, "I still have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Chen Mo held the hand that Ning Wan had against his chest with one hand, and with the other, he pinched her soft, smooth chin. From his elevated point of view, he could see half of an overturned jade bowl.

Feeling Chen Mo's breath upon her face, Ning Wan felt her cheeks grow much hotter, her breathing quickened somewhat. She dared not meet Chen Mo's eyes, tilting her head, with her cheek against the bookshelf, she said:

"Those below reported that your talk of Zhao Zilong's seven entries and exits was very popular among guests, but after so much time, they've grown tired of it and want to know what happens next.

Currently, with the heat, fewer people are eating hotpot, but plum soup and some desserts are selling well, and a new story could attract more guests."

After all, in this hot weather, if there's nothing new, people aren't willing to come in and spend money.

"That's simple, I'll just pen something shortly. But how does Aunt Ning plan to thank me?" Chen Mo pinched Ning Wan's chin to make her look at him.

Ning Wan: "..."

This is your business, I'm helping you increase revenue, why should I thank you?

"This is your own restaurant," Ning Wan said, exasperated.

"Aunt Ning has shares too," Chen Mo said softly.

"I... I don't want it anymore."

"That's not acceptable. Since Aunt Ning won't say it, I'll have to take it myself."

Chen Mo lowered his head and kissed Ning Wan's lips, the fruit was ripe and ready to be picked.

He kissed her without asking for her consent...

Ning Wan's face turned red, she struggled a bit at first, but then let the young man invade her, her cheeks turned into a crimson glow reminiscent of drunkenness, extending from her earlobes down to her graceful neck, white tinged with red.

Until Chen Mo was almost out of breath, only then did he release Ning Wan's lips.

And as an ordinary person, Ning Wan obviously couldn't hold her breath as long as Chen Mo. After they separated, Ning Wan bent down to the side, if Chen Mo hadn't been supporting her, she might have fallen and sat on the ground.

After recovering a bit, Ning Wan clenched her fists, repeatedly hitting Chen Mo's shoulder, teasing him: "You'll be the death of me, I nearly... suffocated."

She displayed a facet of her delicate femininity.

"Didn't Aunt Ning quite enjoy it?" Chen Mo embraced the beauty.

Ning Wan wasn't sure if his words were true or if she was eager to explain, she said indignantly, "It's because you're being unruly, I... couldn't resist at all."

Chen Mo chuckled: "Kiss more often and you'll get used to it."

"Yeah, right." Ning Wan struggled to break free from Chen Mo's embrace.

But Chen Mo clearly wasn't satisfied with just that, he smiled and said: "Aunt Ning's cycle should be over by now?"

Ning Wan paused, then struggled fiercely, her head seemed to smoke, she quickly said, "No, no."

"Why not, doesn't Aunt Ning like me?" Chen Mo said.

For Ning Wan, liking wasn't all-important, she just wanted someone to rely on, but if she didn't like him, wouldn't that mean she didn't want to rely on Chen Mo?

With a spark of inspiration, Ning Wan said: "It's... still broad daylight, too reckless."

Chen Mo paused: "Aunt Ning has never during the day..."

"Of course not," Ning Wan answered quickly.

But this only excited Chen Mo more: "Then it's perfect for trying."

Ning Wan: "???"

Seeing the predatory look in Chen Mo's eyes, Ning Wan was at a loss, hastily saying, "Can I...think it over a bit more?"

"Didn't Aunt Ning think it over last time?" Chen Mo's lips curled slightly.

Ning Wan was stunned, realizing Chen Mo knew she was bluffing last time, she couldn't help feeling her face grow hot with embarrassment.

He clearly knew she was pretending but didn't expose it, how awkward.

Seeing Ning Wan's silence, Chen Mo stroked her cheek and laughed: "It's not impossible to let Aunt Ning think it over again."

"Hmm?" Ning Wan looked up at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo leaned in closer and whispered, it was the same matter he mentioned to Ning Wan last time.

"You..." Ning Wan's anger rose again, but Chen Mo quickly said: "Aunt Ning, just do me a favor, please."

Luckily Xia Zhining wasn't here, if she heard that, she'd surely kick him.

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