[Warning: ML is still running his dirty mouth. You might want to stab someone after reading this chapter.]

  "Answer me," he commanded.

  "Mo Qingchen," she moaned, grinding down on him again.

  "That doesn't answer my question." He grazed his teeth on her earlobe as he popped open the button of her pants and she felt a new rush of wetness between her thighs.

  "Yes. I'm wet for you." Her voice was forceful, demanding that he speed up. She didn't know why she was so turned on, but some of it had to do with the leftover tension from the night before.

  "Yeah? What do you want me to do?" he asked.

  "Just take off my fucking pants already!" she groaned. She needed to put something in her.

  "Well, I guess you will have to take your vibrator's help after I leave." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  "What?" she breathed, confused.

  "I'm offering you advice. You have so much to do and I need to leave too…" he trailed off, his tone punishing.

  "What?" she asked again, starting to catch on but thinking that surely he must be joking.

  "I just remembered that Xiong Hua cooked a lot of food. I need to get home," he answered, sliding Qian Meng off his lap so that she was sitting on the bed next to him.

  "What?"

  "I know. It sucks." He stood up and adjusted himself. "But it's okay, right? I mean, you can just rub one out after I leave. You have a meeting tomorrow, so best of luck." He seemed oddly delighted at the turn of events.

  "What?" she screamed, unable to say anything else.

  Was he serious? Was the whole reason for pulling her back because he wanted revenge? Because Yun Qian Meng was not going home? How childish and stupid.

  "I have a meeting tomorrow! How will I go like this?" she shouted after him.

  "Goodnight, Qian Meng." He smirked as he walked to the door.

  "Are you serious? Please tell me you are joking…" she said as he opened the door.

  "No. Not joking. I'm just as serious about leaving as you are about not coming home."

  She fumed.

  "Good luck with your… issue." Mo Qingchen walked out and closed the door behind him. Qian Meng lunged at the door, flung it open to find him walking down the corridor. He was really leaving.

  "You'll pay for this!" she screamed after him. He didn't turn back.

  In that moment, Yun Qian Meng didn't know if she wanted to murder Mo Qingchen or strip him in the hallway and ride him to heaven. She decided to neither and went inside the room.

  With the door closed and the distance growing between them, Yun Qian Meng suddenly felt like crying. She really needed some sort of relief. And she had already packed her handy vibrator. There was no way she would unpack all her things to find it. This was a disaster.

  Of course, Mo Qingchen knew this and he did it on purpose. She formed a devious plan in her mind, but what was the use? What was the use when she couldn't stop thinking about him under her?

  Fine.

  She would just finish the processes.

  She called the front desk first and made a standing order to clear all dues. Then she called the moving company to make sure they would arrive early tomorrow morning and pick up her stuff.

  She sat in one of the managerial rooms after she was done talking to everyone and cancelled her long-term living accommodation. She paid for her parking and any other services she had taken in the past.

  Her wallet almost hurt when she was done with all of it.

  When she drove out of the hotel, she felt like crying.

  How effectively Mo Qingchen had manipulated her into coming home. That scoundrel, leaving her high and dry when he knew she needed a clear head to function. She was going to show him the meaning of blue balls!

  When she arrived at Mo Qingchen's house, the security guard was waiting outside. He was waiting outside like he was expecting her. She groaned as she looked at him.

  "Xiong Hua has told you that I am moving in, right?" Yun Qian Meng asked. The guard nodded. He didn't look impressed though.

  "Do you want me to park your car in the garage?" he responded.

  Qian Meng nodded. "Yes, that would be great. Keep it to the front. I use the car all the time," she informed lightly. "I'll leave you to it, then!" she chirped before practically sprinting into the house.

  Xiong Hua saw her running and stared. "Mr. Mo is in his study!" she called after Qian Meng, who had rushed past the housekeeper.

  Xiong Hua shook her head and chuckled. Things were going to get interesting in the usually cold and silent mansion.

  Yun Qian Meng was standing in front of the study and she sucked in a deep breath. She opened the door fuming and found Mo Qingchen with his glasses on, talking to someone on the phone.

  From the sound of things, it was about his investments outside China. Looking at the time and the intensity with which he spoke, it was going to be a long conversation.

  She had half-a-mind to climb him while he was talking business. That shit was hot. But she despised people who interrupted her work. It would be the same for him. She didn't know if he saw her but she closed the door without saying a word and went to his bedroom.

  Snuggled into his pillow, she waited for him to return. The exhaustion finally took over and she felt asleep.

  It was almost time for Yun Qian Meng to wake up when Mo Qingchen returned to his room. He had seen Yun Qian Meng and was hoping to wrap up work, but the chance never came. Instead, the people on the call kept talking in circles and the mounting problems that needed immediate attention kept him away.

  Seeing her spread out on his bed, he couldn't help but smile. She did look exhausted and rather pissed off even in her sleep. His lips curled up and he tilted his head to the side.