Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 183 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: No, you love me

The moonlight outside the window fell into her clear eyes, revealing a different kind of warmth.

Even if the true love was as fake as an illusion in the water, Mo Yucheng's heart couldn't help but be rippled.

Lin Qingruan asked him suspiciously: "Do you really know how to change? Otherwise, you should wait for the master to come tomorrow."

The words automatically changed their meaning in Mo Yucheng's brain. He rolled up his sleeves, unscrewed the light bulb and handed it to her, smiling and asking, "Why, are you worried about me?"

Lin Qingruan pulled the corner of her lips: "You think too much." It was too difficult to hear a trace of sweet words from her. Mo Yucheng's psychological quality has been very well trained these days. He curled his lips and concentrated on his work.

He thought about the time when he and a group of brothers gathered on a yacht some time ago, and he and Jin Yanchen were the only ones who did not bring a female companion.

Jin Yanchen has been famous for being one-sided in recent years, and he is waiting for a girl to come back.

It was rare to see Mo Yucheng in this state. Everyone looked at him with teasing eyes. He waved his hands, not showing much interest. He looked at his mobile phone screen from time to time, secretly cursing Lin Qingruan in his heart for being so heartless and not checking on the post once all night.

Seeing that he was distracted, his friend joked: "Oh, our Mr. Mo also admitted defeat like Yan Chen?"

Someone who knew the situation said bluntly, "Mo Yucheng didn't lose heart today. I knew he was screwed the first time I saw that girl. He just realized it later."

Mo Yucheng felt that the term "afterthought" was very appropriate.

He sighed silently in his heart, raised his hand, and signaled Lin Qingruan to turn on the power switch to see if it would light up.

The moment the lights came on, they could see each other's faces clearly.

Without any obstruction, look straight into each other's eyes.

The moment she looked into his eyes, Lin Qingruan seemed to be trembling by a small electric current. She turned off the light with a click, said good night in a hurry, and retreated back to the bedroom.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Mo Yucheng lifted the quilt and lay down beside her.

He reached out and snatched the script from Lin Qingruan's hand. It was filled with dense annotations, giving him a headache.

However, knowing that this was Lin Qingruan's most precious treasure, Mo Yucheng was still very careful when taking it, not daring to break off even a corner.

He said helplessly, "You're still staying up so late to read the script. Huang Rong is exploiting you so much."

“It’s not that I can’t sleep”

Lin Qingruan muttered softly, curled up in the quilt, and stared at the ceiling with her eyes open.

I don't know when she started to suffer from insomnia. Her stomach aches and she often stays awake until dawn. These minor ailments that are becoming increasingly prominent tell her clearly and explicitly that she is getting older.

Mo Yucheng glanced at her.

He suddenly leaned forward, put his arms on both sides of her body, and said a few words to dispel all her depression and grief.

"Can't sleep and do something else?"

Lin Qingruan slapped his hand away and said two words coldly and mercilessly, "No." She was not interested, and how could Mo Yucheng force her.

He was just trying to entertain her during the long night, so he sighed in complaint and repeated what he had said during the day, "Some people say they treat me as their superior during the day, but turn against me at night. It's like I'm worshipping a savior."

Lin Qingruan said: "Since you know it is a loss-making business, why do you do it?"

Mo Yucheng raised his eyebrows: "I am willing."

"I want you to be happy willingly and don't want you to worry about anything anymore." Mo Yucheng's eyelashes drooped, and his palm stroked from her cheek to the top of her head. He paused for a second and rubbed under her pillow.

Draw an expired ticket.

The destination was the UK, and it was in the same cabin as the one Lin Qingruan took Meng Ze on.

Mo Yucheng lowered his eyes, showing no expression.

But I silently asked myself in my heart, having come to this point today, do I have any regrets?
He reached out his hand and saw cold tears on Lin Qingruan's face, which pricked his palm like needles.

Resentment, resentment, jealousy...all the complicated emotions turned into disappointment.

What should I do to win back her true heart?

Mo Yucheng didn't know the answer. He grabbed a handful of hair in annoyance, lay down heavily, and admitted defeat to her after a while.

"I'll give him a plane ticket and a bright future. How about that? Is that good enough for your ex-lover?"

Being able to do this was already his limit. Mo Yucheng gritted his teeth and couldn't help feeling jealous and resentful, but he had to pretend to be relieved and whispered softly in her ear to coax her.

"Now he is the past, and we are the future."

Little did he know that such words made Lin Qingruan even angrier.

These people, who live at the top of the pyramid, are born superior, accustomed to looking down on others, and will never let go of what they want.

But Lin Qingruan is not a person who would compromise.

She wanted him to have no fulfillment in his life and to have endless love.

Lin Qingruan turned her head away, her tone firm.

"You and I have no future together, and I will never fall in love with you again."

Mo Yucheng's back suddenly stiffened.

Bending down, he traced her brows again and again, whispering devoutly.

"No, you love me."