Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ji Nuan was originally wondering where Mo Jingshen was planning to bring her to when it turned out that he had really booked a bakery for them. All of the employees were resting today, leaving only a famous pastry chef in Argentina to help them.

Previously, he had promised to bring her here to bake a cake. She hadn’t been fully conscious at the time and did not manage to remember this.

Who would have thought that he would remember it well and even planned everything out for her?

Although Ji Nuan could cook, she really did not know how to bake. She remembered that Mo Jingshen, on the other hand, had once personally baked more than twenty cakes for her. Each one of them had been beautiful, and when she tasted some, she found it really good. Most of those cakes had been destroyed by her though.

And so, what on earth could possibly pose a challenge to him? Was there anything that he could not achieve?

Ji Nuan stood in the bakery and was dressed in the pink uniform and apron the pastry chef had prepared for her. There was also a hat. After putting it on, Ji Nuan stood before the window. Anyone passing by the shop could gain a clear look inside. The visual image of this pink, delicate pastry shop employee was extremely down to earth.

Mo Jingshen, on the other hand, did not change his clothes. He was dressed in a white shirt and light-colored pants. Several of the foreign young ladies passing by couldn’t resist peeking at him secretly.

The man was dressed in light colors today. He was clean and charismatic, completely unlike someone who was soon turning thirty. He was so eye-catching that Ji Nuan couldn’t resist standing in front of him to block those ladies’ eyes.

She watched the man preparing the cake batter for her. As he rolled up his sleeves and revealed his firm arms, she glanced outside once more. The little girls were secretly leaning close to the window to peek in…

She strangely felt a hint of jealously.

On normal days, it was sufficiently difficult to hide away this hubby who was so eye-catching. Today, he was even dressed like a living prince charming.

Spit, spit, spit, this was an old prince charming who was turning thirty soon.

He was the center of attention, while Ji Nuan was dressed in this manner. The girls who kept peeking in from outside most likely all thought he was the owner of the bakery, or some important VIP visitor. She, on the other hand, appeared like any other pastry shop employee. The way she was dressed further confirmed their thoughts, and their gazes barely paused on her. Their eyes were like that of tigers and wolves as they watched the handsome man who could even bake.

Those people were only watching from the outside. When she was a student, she and Xia Tian had also snuck around to peek at the good looking seniors. Their actions weren’t against the law, yet the bottle of vinegar had already spilled in Ji Nuan’s heart. She picked up a bowl of freshly prepared cream and turned to head back into the room.

Mo Jingshen, who was focusing on preparing the cake for Ji Nuan, felt that something wasn’t quite right.

It was as though a clingy bug had suddenly appeared by his side. Aside from occasionally holding him from behind when she was dazed a few days ago, Ji Nuan, who typically wouldn’t cling onto him like this, was currently following closely by his side. Like a sesame seed stuck onto a biscuit, when he turned to approach the oven, she followed him there. Wherever he went, she would follow. Her eyes were constantly sparkling, and whenever he turned back, she would use all of her might to capture his attention. It was as though she wished to press all of the stars in the sky into her eyes to keep hold of his gaze; to prevent him from glancing at the crowd of people outside.

Mo Jingshen casually received the colored frosting and chocolate the pastry chef sent over.

Ji Nuan stood by his side with her attention completely placed on him. She did not look at the cake nor did she try to learn to bake. She only watched him.

Mo Jingshen returned to the baking counter.

Ji Nuan had grown tired of standing, and took advantage of her status as half a patient. She brought over a chair and sat right across from him. At the same time, she picked up the small pieces of cake he had shaved off and ate them. They were sweet. Even the portions that were left behind tasted perfect. The half-completed product before him had to be even better.

The girls watching outside must have discovered that Ji Nuan was related to the extremely handsome man. After all, she was clinging and sticking onto him so much, yet the man did not show any signs of unhappiness. He even requested for the pastry chef to bring some sweets to her, in case she was hungry or bored. Although she was dressed like an employee, she did not act like one.

At last, when the man accidentally dipped his fingers onto the whipped cream, he smeared it onto Ji Nuan’s nose. The girls outside finally understood and left cradling their broken hearts.

Ji Nuan raised her hand and wiped away the cream on her nose. She then supported her head on her palm to watch him.

It seemed like, even now, she did not know what sort of man Mo Jingshen really was.

In fact, she wasn’t even sure what type of husband Mo Jingshen really was.

She had seen him dressed in a suit and seated in a meeting room with the elites gathered from across the world. At times, he was cold and difficult to approach and was swift and decisive, making it difficult for anyone to guess his next step. At times, he would chat humorously with the people he acknowledged, but under his quiet and reserved appearance, he hid his well-principled ways and never once shared his heart with anyone. He was a composed man who occupied a position of power.

She had also seen him dressed in his comfortable clothes and his homewear. His tall figure and his clean and gentle scent always gave him a relaxed appearance. His black hair would frame his tender eyes, and when he watched her, the warmth in his gaze could never be hidden. It left her unable to resist every single time.

She had also seen in Cambodia, him being very firm and dependable even when when he had been covered in wounds. She had seen him tolerate days of starvation when he schemingly cooperated with the people from XI base. She had also seen his powerful aura when he wielded a gun, and the way he almost lost his rationality when the people from Cambodia had tried to dirty her. She had seen so many sides to him…

This man, Mo Jingshen, perhaps due to being the eldest grandson of the Mo family, or perhaps due to his responsibility and his family restrains, he was always able to control his own identity and emotions well.

In her memories, there were few instances when he lost his rationality. Yet, most of those instances seemed related to her.

Ji Nuan did not eat the sweets brought over by the pastry chef. Instead, she kept nibbling on the edges of the cake shaved away by Mo Jingshen.

After all, those were made by him. Even if they were the extra pieces that had been cut away, she couldn’t bear to throw them away.

Mo Jingshen glanced at the way she was happily nibbling at the cake pieces and sighed with a smile.

What did she say about learning to bake a cake together on her birthday?

It was more accurate to say that she would eat while he baked.