The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 1381: Chapter 740: Xi Mohan & Wanwan Arc – Xi Mohan Seemingly Acting Spoiled

After what felt like an eternity, the man sitting inside the car finally closed his eyes, then frowned slightly before speaking directly, "Wanwan, I’m feeling awful, make me some hangover soup..."

Ning Wan, "..." Make hangover soup?

Make your damn hangover soup?

"No." The refusal was utterly without hesitation.

Xi Mohan opened his eyes, tilted his head to look at her, speaking with a hint of temper in his voice, "Are you still mad at me?"

This question instantly made Ning Wan’s body stiffen, her eyes widening as if she couldn’t believe he actually said that.

The Xi Mohan in her memory never spoke to her in this tone, more often he used cold and detached words with her.

This version of Xi Mohan, with a slightly playful tone, was a first for her.

Later, years down the line, when Ning Wan occasionally looked back on the resentful, complaining man, she could only feel as if it all had been a dream, and what accompanied her then was endless resentment towards this man.

While Ning Wan was in a daze, Xi Mohan had already opened the car door and got out. However, it seemed the man was indeed heavily drunk, his steps wobbly as if he was about to stumble directly onto Ning Wan.

Instinctively, she reached out to support Xi Mohan, who leaned into her embrace, but not with his full weight. Instead, he rested his chin on the top of her head, inhaling deeply of the scent emanating from the girl, which was incredibly pleasant.

In fact, even Xi Mohan himself didn’t know whether he was truly drunk or not; he only felt as if his brain was in a foggy haze.

"Xi... Xi Mohan." Held by him, Ning Wan felt intensely uncomfortable, gritting her teeth as she spoke, "Let me go, or I won’t stand on ceremony."

Especially as Xi Mohan’s arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, making it impossible for her to move.

And all she could smell was the pungent odor of alcohol from Xi Mohan, so strong it nearly made her want to vomit.

Ning Wan had always hated things like alcohol, never understanding why so many people liked to drink it—it wasn’t tasty, made you feel uncomfortable if you drank too much, and was rather harmful to the body.

Yet even with the anger in Ning Wan’s voice, Xi Mohan held her firmly, not saying a word.

Noticing that he didn’t move and appeared entirely unfazed, Ning Wan became so furious she nearly ground her teeth to dust, struggling even more vigorously. "Xi Mohan, let me go!!"

Enough was enough; knowing Xi Mohan was drunk, she definitely wouldn’t have come down.

No... even if he was drunk, she shouldn’t have come down.

There was already a strength gap between men and women, and even with Xi Mohan being drunk, Ning Wan’s efforts to struggle free were in vain.

Moreover, Ning Wan suddenly felt, through the thin layer of clothing, that Xi Mohan’s body temperature seemed to be rising, making her feel as if she were getting burned.

Most importantly, despite having just graduated from high school, she was no clueless teenager, especially since she had had a peaceful period with Xi Mohan before. Naturally, she understood what was happening, and her body stiffened with fear.

This man actually... reacted.

Frozen, Xi Mohan moved closer to her ear, his voice hoarse as he spoke, "Wanwan, you’re an adult now, right?"

Ning Wan made a haphazard sound of agreement.

Xi Mohan tightened his grip on her, overwhelmed by a strong surge of desire, before speaking again, "I heard someone confessed to you today?"

Ning Wan, "..." A cascade of questions flooded her mind... How did he know?

Without hearing Ning Wan’s response, a slight dissatisfaction arose in the man, and he pulled away slightly, gripping her chin as he asked, "You haven’t answered me. Is it true or not?"

His deep-set eyes were suddenly clouded with a thin layer of anger and displeasure, staring at her intently.

Ning Wan could only feel like she was being watched by a wolf, her body trembling, yet she still retorted, "Whether someone confessed to me or not is none of your business."

At these words, the man’s expression darkened further, his previously drunken, misty eyes seeming to clear as he let out a cold laugh, "Is that so? None of my business? Ning Wan, are you sure?"

His voice and gaze were as though he had a prey in sight, ready to pounce the moment it provoked him.

Ning Wan pressed her lips tightly together, silent, instinctively retreating a step, yet her arm was held by Xi Mohan, allowing only a small retreat.

Possibly due to Ning Wan’s non-response, Xi Mohan’s patience wore thin, and he forcefully pulled her into his arms, bending down to lift her entirely and moving with her to the front passenger seat.

The abrupt action startled Ning Wan, her face paling as she clung reflexively to his shirt, her expression turning ugly, teeth gritting as she demanded, "Xi Mohan, what are you doing? Put me down."

Yet, whether due to sudden sobriety or not, the drunken man maneuvered around the front of the car, single-handedly opening the door before thrusting her into the seat. As she prepared to leave, he almost threateningly warned, "Ning Wan, if you get out now, I won’t mind waking up your neighborhood for a show."

His words effectively froze her in place.

She was certain that Xi Mohan would do exactly as he said; if she struggled any further, this man would have ways to ensure that the neighborhood wouldn’t rest peacefully.

She couldn’t fathom what Xi Mohan was planning.

Seeing her reaction, a satisfied look appeared on the man’s face. He buckled her seatbelt, then closed the door and returned to the driver’s seat.