usatvline Chapter 139 Still Can't Bear to Part With Her
Chapter 139 Still Can't Bear to Part With Her
The club was bustling around 10 p.m., with almost all the booths on the first floor filled and the private rooms upstairs nearly booked.
When Shen Mochen asked for leave at this time, he inevitably got scolded by the supervisor. However, because his face was so handsome and attracted so many customers, the supervisor only scolded him a couple of times and didn't even deduct his salary.
Shen Mochen is a flexible and adaptable person. Even though he used to be someone who had to be waited on, and he became an unemployed person when he first arrived, he was able to thrive in the lower class.
However, he was too obsessed and stubborn. Without Yu Nanqing, he had no desire to live, let alone make a name for himself.
The reason I came to this club was because I had heard about Yu Nanqing.
His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he listened quietly to the foreman's lecture with his eyes lowered, clearly somewhat absent-minded.
They were afraid that Yu Nanqing would be harassed, and even more afraid that she would suddenly have a change of heart and run away.
Outside the door, Yu Nanqing, her face flushed, sat obediently on a small stool at the end of the corridor, her wrists tied with a curtain tie on the wall beside her, her beautiful peach blossom eyes fixed on the door of the room Shen Mochen had just stepped into.
The phone kept buzzing with messages from the powder packet on my lap, which was incredibly annoying and made my already throbbing head throb even more.
She bent her back, buried her head in her lap, and put her hands between her head and legs, trying to turn herself into a ball and block out all the sounds from the outside world.
After waiting for quite a while, the sound of a door opening finally echoed in the empty corridor.
Yu Nanqing trembled slightly. When she heard Shen Mochen call her, she raised her head and subconsciously opened her arms, saying, "Hug me."
Shen Mochen stared at her, his dark eyes filled with an unreadable emotion, as if he wanted to see through her, but was also afraid of seeing through her.
After a long silence, he finally moved, untied the strap on her wrist, bent down and picked her up.
Not gentle at all, like holding grain.
Finally in a familiar embrace, Yu Nanqing reached out and hugged his neck tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist as well.
Shen Mochen had changed out of his work clothes and was now wearing a cheap, ill-fitting, oversized short-sleeved shirt.
"and many more."
As soon as the two stepped out of the elevator, a voice came from beside them to stop them.
Shen Mochen paused, the voice was familiar, like the man who had been pulling and tugging at Guai Guai in the private room just now.
His eyes darkened, and he glanced sideways.
"Nan Qing!" Seeing that it was indeed the person he had been searching for all day, Shen Zeyi frowned. When his gaze fell on Shen Mochen's face, endless anger ignited in his heart. "You dare to take her away and see what happens."
Shen Mochen gave him a cold glance, then squeezed Yu Nanqing's waist and hips harder. Hearing the soft moan from the person in his arms, he slowly said, "My goodness has so many unwanted suitors."
Yu Nanqing was taken aback, her mind clearing slightly. She turned to look at the person opposite her, then turned back to lean on his shoulder. "I don't know him."
Her throat was a little sore, a result of talking all the way. She had spoken so many nice things that her mouth was dry, and it had been a struggle to soften Shen Mochen's heart. She couldn't let all her efforts go to waste because of someone unimportant.
Shen Zeyi was probably only after her money; she knew that perfectly well that he was only interested in her. What kind of good person could a scumbag's friend be?
Hearing her reply, Shen Mochen was inexplicably happy. He raised his eyes, glanced contemptuously at Shen Zeyi, whose face was particularly ugly, and then turned and walked out of the club with her in his arms.
Shen Mochen didn't have money for a taxi, but fortunately, Yu Nanqing's apartment wasn't too far away; it was about a 40-minute walk.
It's still winter in Beihuai now, with a biting, icy wind blowing.
Yu Nanqing didn't wear much when she went out today. She wore a red tight-fitting winter dress with a white cardigan over it, and her white rhinestone high heels were hanging precariously on her feet.
After calculating all his savings, Shen Mochen carried her into a store, bought her a pair of socks for 15.8 yuan, and left two yuan. He then asked the shopkeeper for two hand warmers.
The store was air-conditioned, so warm that once you came in, you didn't want to leave.
Once the hand warmer was warm, Shen Mochen picked up Yu Nanqing, who was drunk and sitting obediently in a chair, and carried her out.
When I arrived at the apartment building, the salary I had just received in advance from the supervisor was finally approved and paid out.
He earned 400 a day, and after a week, he earned a total of 2,800.
Shen Mochen put away his phone and lifted Yu Nanqing up a little higher.
The apartment building has six floors in total, with one unit per floor. Yu Nanqing lives on the third floor.
The elevator doors opened, and Shen Mochen carried her out. He stopped in front of the door, glanced at the fingerprint unlock, and then pulled Yu Nanqing's finger to unlock it.
He placed the person on the sofa, glanced at the deserted kitchen, and got up to make a hangover soup, but his clothes were grabbed as soon as he stood up.
"Don't go." Afraid that he would leave without a second thought, Yu Nanqing sat up abruptly when he put her down.
"Good girl..." Shen Mochen glanced at her, meeting her extremely insecure eyes. The words he wanted to say got stuck in his throat, and he finally fell silent.
He raised his hand, his fingertips gently wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and then his large palm covered her red eyes. "I'll go make you some hangover soup."
"No need." Yu Nanqing shook her head, pulled his hand away from her eyes, and kissed it. "Just hug me and kiss me."
The words of supplication that came out of her mouth and reached Shen Mochen's ears were like needles pricking his heart, causing him a dense, persistent pain.
It's like having something you've longed for your whole life, and then possessing it when you shouldn't have it; that bittersweet feeling, that sense of powerlessness, all rush in at once.
After a long while, he came to his senses, his eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his gaze to pull his hand out of hers. Without a word, he turned and went into the kitchen.
The refrigerator was empty, the countertop was spotless, and the whole kitchen was devoid of any signs of cooking. However, the cabinets were piled high with colorful bowls and plates.
It doesn't look like it was bought to be used; it looks like it was bought to be treasured as a decoration.
Shen Mochen pushed the cabinet back and turned back to the living room.
Yu Nanqing's eyes were like GPS navigation, following Shen Mochen wherever he went. When she saw him stop in the living room, her fingertips trembled. Having been rejected so many times, she was more careful with her words. "I'm not dizzy, but I feel sticky all over. I might slip and fall if I take a shower by myself."
Her words were full of implications; she had taken off her white cardigan when Shen Mochen went into the kitchen, and she had also pulled the neckline of her winter skirt up to her chest.
Vibrant and lively, this is probably the best description of the scene.
The bright red dress made Yu Nanqing's skin look exceptionally fair; her delicate skin was smooth and flawless, making anyone who saw it want to take a bite.
Unfortunately, Shen Mochen is now... heartbroken and locked away in love.
Even though I was told I was soft-hearted at the club just now, words alone are of little use when there is no sense of crisis.