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“Who says that?” Sure enough, Mo Shuifu’s brows furrowed, “Always making jokes at my expense.”

“Oh, so you’re not married then, but you have a boyfriend?”

“That’s my private affair,” Mo Shuifu said displeased.

“It doesn’t seem like you do. With such a bad temper, no man would like you,” Shen Shihan said with a laugh.

Mo Shuifu was furious, biting her teeth, “I’m sorry, Third Young Master Shen, but I do have a boyfriend, and he’s outstanding. In my heart, no one can compare to him.”

For some reason, when she spoke these words, she thought of someone.

Someone high above, dazzling like the stars and moon.

If… she remembered correctly, that man’s name was Shen Chi.

Shen Chi and Shen Shihan were brothers, weren’t they? Perhaps it was fate, she met Shen Chi first, and moreover, he had saved her life.

Thinking of this, she fell silent. She didn’t know when she would see Shen Chi again.

Some people are better admired from afar…

“Really?” Shen Shihan said with a sudden interest, “He’s excellent? What’s his name?”

“It’s none of your business.”

Mo Shuifu turned and walked away.

Shen Shihan reached out his hand and stopped her just in time, his eyebrows furrowing: “Talking to you is like dealing with a hedgehog.”

“Third Young Master Shen, please step aside!” Mo Shuifu snapped, her eyes filled with irritation.

In her eyes, Shen Shihan was nothing but a dissolute rich second generation. Even though he was handsome, his style was extremely annoying!

“Answer my question, and I’ll let you leave,” Shen Shihan insisted petulantly.

He narrowed his eyes at her, always feeling different when looking at her compared to other women.

Shen Shihan was not a man of many words, but every time he saw her, he couldn’t help but speak a few more.

Maybe it was because he had saved her life, a connection woven by fate that he couldn’t cut away?

“Please step aside!” Mo Shuifu got angry and tried to push his hand away.

Her slender fingers formed into a fist, her small face turned red, and she pushed hard against Shen Shihan.

But he stood immovable, his dark eyes fixated on her.

He stared at her long lashes, which trembled slightly with anger. He was so close to her, he could smell the faint scent of her body.

The fragrance was like that of plum blossoms—fresh and not overpowering.

In her pupils, he saw his own reflection shrink.

Gradually, he drew even closer to her.

The closer he got, the clearer he could smell the fragrance emanating from her…

Mo Shuifu hurriedly dodged to the side, but as she retreated, he reached out with a large hand and wrapped it around her waist.

He turned and pinned her against the wall, securing both her hands.

“Do I scare you so much that you run at the sight of me?” Shen Shihan spoke calmly, his voice deep.

“It’s not that you’re scary, it’s that I don’t want to see you at all!”

Mo Shuifu was almost gnashing her teeth, her hatred for him was profound.

“You hate me that much? Maybe… hating me just a little more won’t hurt.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shen Shihan grabbed her shoulders, tilted his head, and kissed her lips with unerring precision.

Perhaps it was her fresh and charming scent, or perhaps it was this fate predestined, he was intoxicated, wishing for eternal inebriation.

His lips were cool, and this lingering kiss was filled with boundless dominance.

He would not allow her even the slightest hint of resistance; the more she struggled, the deeper he kissed.

Let her hate him then. As long as she didn’t hate him that much, it was okay.

Not only did he not dislike her, but…

Did he like her? He couldn’t be sure. For he had never felt like this before in his heart.

It was like the beginning of spring, when the weather turned warm, and that burgeoning warmth suddenly woke up.

Mo Shuifu struggled hard, her eyes filled with loathing. She had never been kissed by a man like this before, and her face instantly flushed deep red.

“Mmm…” she voiced softly in protest.

But this did nothing to stop Shen Shihan.

He was a bit disoriented, usually a man of strong self-control, but now, there seemed to be a fog before his eyes, obscuring her heart from view.

He kissed her greedily. He used to be quite adverse to women, even thinking at one point that he had no interest in them.

But at this moment, he didn’t dislike her in the slightest.

“Shui Fu… Mo Shuifu…” his voice was deep and hoarse, calling her name over and over, his gaze filled with dominance.

“Shen… Mmm… Shen Shihan… you… get lost…” she used all her strength, trembling with anger.

Yet, the voice that came out was embarrassingly weak, even to herself.

She clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound.

But her whole body felt electrified, tingling wave after wave.

“Shui Fu, look, you don’t have a boyfriend, and I don’t have a girlfriend. So, consider me…” he rasped, speaking in a deep tone.

“Third Young Master, don’t forget, our relationship is that of a creditor and a debtor. I couldn’t possibly like you, because my heart already belongs to someone.”

“Is that so? Has he kissed you like I have?”

“You! Get lost!” Mo Shuifu bit down hard, seething.

The man in her heart was out of reach, would never like her, not ever.

She couldn’t touch him as he was like the stars, and she could only silently gaze up at him.

If she could just see him once, she would be content. Sadly…

“Mo Shuifu, think carefully. Being my girlfriend is quite prestigious,” he remarked.

“Haha, Third Young Master, I’ll say it again, I can’t possibly like you, let alone be one of your girlfriends!”

She didn’t want to get entangled with those heirs; they were out of her league.

These men never truly invested their feelings. Women were merely their playthings, to be discarded when they grew tired of them.

She, Mo Shuifu, was out of her depth.

Rejected by her, Shen Shihan felt he had lost face. Women in C City chased after him by the droves, yet he had muddled his mind over her.

“I don’t like to force women. If you’re unwilling, let’s just forget it,” Shen Shihan’s gaze faded abruptly.

“Scum!”

Taking advantage of his brief lapse of attention, Mo Shuifu forcefully pushed him away and ran out of the resting room, hurrying toward the hospital exit.

She didn’t want to see him again, not in the slightest!

After she left, however, he just stood there, dazed and disconsolate.

Scum? Ha, Mo Shuifu, your life is mine.

He had kindly allowed her to leave Weiyang, that troublesome place, had kindly found her a well-paying job, but she was wholly ungrateful.

It seemed he was infatuated all by himself.

After standing for a while, Shen Shihan also left the resting room, walking step by step out of the hospital.

He threw himself into the project in South Africa, keeping close contact with Lu Feili, the chairman of Feili Group.

Yet sometimes, as he looked at the documents, her face would suddenly appear before his eyes.

He would get vexed and fiddle with his tie, as if under a spell.