Jiang Guosheng and the others were startled by the scene before them.
"Moxi, get down!" Jiang Guosheng's smile was barely holding up.
But Jiang Moxi still held onto the man's clothes tightly, even though she knew his eyes were turning icy.
Because that cat was right in front of her.
Its noble blue eyes narrowed, staring at her coldly.
At this moment, the man's stern voice came to her ears, "Planning to spend the New Year on my lap?"
*As he spoke, his breath teasing Moxi's ears, she couldn't help but remember his heavy breathing buried in her last night.*
*She shuddered violently but forced herself to remain calm and told Youhan,* "At most until Qingming. It's still here, and I'm not getting down."
Then, Weiwei hurriedly picked up the cat, "Moxi, I've got the cat, don't be afraid."
Fu Yiming, with a cold expression, finally spoke to Moxi for the first time today.
"Jiang Moxi, get down now. If my uncle gets hurt because of you, I will make sure you pay."
Seeing the cat obediently in Weiwei's arms, Moxi got off Youhan's lap.
"Sorry, Third Master Fu. Moxi is afraid of cats and didn't mean to offend you." Jiang Guosheng apologized hurriedly.
Yu Man sharply reprimanded Moxi, "No matter how scared you are, you can't jump onto an elder's lap! Are you out of your mind? What if you hurt Third Master Fu?"
This man may no longer control the Fu's, but no one could forget his iron-fisted approach from back then. They were still afraid to offend him.
Fu Yiming, also furious, glared at Moxi and then asked, "Uncle, are you alright?"
That bungler is truly good for nothing!
Even his first visit with the Fu Family elders, she managed to mess it up.
Luckily, their marriage contract had already been annulled, otherwise, he would be even more furious.
"Uncle, how about going to the hospital for a check-up? Just to see if you're hurt anywhere?" Weiwei also chimed in.
Youhan glanced at Moxi, seeing her lowering her eyes, looking guilty yet daring enough to make the same mistake again, resembling that boy even more.
Though he knew she was not that boy, the anger in his heart inexplicably vanished.
"Forget it. I'm not hurt."
As his words fell, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.
They hurriedly scolded Moxi again and then politely ushered Youhan into the house.
Moxi took the opportunity to go back to her room, operated on her computer, ate some cookies, and then went to the bathroom to wash off the stickiness from last night before getting dressed and sneaking out of the house again.
She hadn't walked far when a luxury car slowly pulled up beside her.
As the backseat window slowly lowered, Moxi saw Youhan's nearly perfect profile.
"Uncle?"
"You can't call a car here. I'll give you a ride."
The man glanced at her, his expression as cold as ever.
Moxi remembered she had yet to apologize and got into the car.
As the car started to move forward, Moxi apologized:
"Uncle, I'm sorry about earlier. I'm quite afraid of cats, but the more you ignore them, the more they seem to challenge you."
"So you're saying it's the cat's fault?" The man gently stroked the prayer beads on his wrist, his deep voice sending chills down her spine.
Moxi explained, feeling uneasy, "Of course, I should take some responsibility."
"Quick-witted!" The man cast her a cold look, his aura powerful and oppressive.
Moxi: "..."
*She regretted apologizing to him.*
But then the man asked, "What shampoo do you use?"
*His nose still lingered with her cherry blossom scent.*
*The closer he got, the more he felt it was identical to the scent of that woman.*
Moxi hadn't expected Youhan to ask about such a topic. She turned back in confusion and met the man's deep, inscrutable black eyes.
Moxi quickly turned her face away, "My shampoo is a common brand. I think many people use it."
"Is that so?" The man turned back, scrutinizing her.
His dark eyes held boundless darkness, filling the entire car with an oppressive atmosphere, "Then where did you go last night?"