“Was it fun?” Mo Xijue, who was cutting roast duck meat, looked up and smiled slightly at Wang Zihe.
“Not really.” Wang Zihe naturally showed a formulaic smile, and although his words sounded like a complaint, there was no hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, as if he were stating an irrelevant fact.
“Speaking of which, I happen to have something fun to share.” Mo Xijue said after finishing the food in his mouth.
Wang Zihe walked over to Mo Xijue and looked at the empty wine glass before silently picking up the champagne on the side and refilling it. After completing these tasks, he smiled and replied, “If Mr. Mo finds it interesting, then it must be an extremely enjoyable event.”
After half a month of getting along with each other, Mo Xijue seemed to have completely become accustomed to his noncommittal and flattering words. After putting down his cutlery, he picked up the wine glass that Wang Zihe had just poured for him and took a sip, saying, “I have reserved the banquet hall at the Hutton Hotel this weekend for a networking party, and I think you will definitely enjoy it.”
“As long as it’s something Mr. Mo does, I will like it.” Wang Zihe said the flattering words while bowing slightly to Mo Xijue, which made him seem extremely humble, but at the same time, people could feel that he was insincere, as if a knife was always held against his neck, controlling his every move.
All of this was the result of being forced to do so, making it difficult for one to believe anything he said.
“That’s good. I hope you won’t disappoint me then.” After speaking, Mo Xijue wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and left the dining hall.
Looking at the empty dining hall, Wang Zihe casually chose a seat as if nothing had happened and ordered the maids to prepare lunch for him.
Days passed like this until it was time to attend the banquet. Unfortunately, during this time, Mo Yi disappeared as if he had vanished, never returning to the villa.
At this moment, Wang Zihe was carefully tying Mo Xijue’s tie, looking at his stunning and breathtakingly handsome face that so close that his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. Then, as he pulled up the knot of the tie, he quickly kissed Mo Xijue on the chin.
Mo Xijue felt the extremely soft touch on his chin and a playful smile appeared in his amber eyes. He went ahead to hold Wang Zihe’s face in both hands and kissed him on the lips.
He used his tongue to tease Wang Zihe’s soft tongue, skillfully rolling it up and down before lightly nibbling and licking his already reddened lips.
“Mmm…um…” With his eyes closed, Wang Zihe let out a pleasurable and comfortable moan from deep within his throat as he hugged Mo Xijue’s waist and stroked the broad and strong back.
“Satisfied?” After an extremely erotic kiss, Mo Xijue let go of Wang Zihe’s lips and looked into his eyes as he asked.
“Not yet,” Wang Zihe honestly shook his head and gasped for breath with his head slightly tilted back.
“But it’s not possible now,” Mo Xijue said, moving his hand to Wang Zihe’s neck, smiling gently as he fixed his tie.
“If Mr. Mo wants it, I can do it anytime,” Wang Zihe shamelessly gazed at Mo Xijue with his seductive peach blossom eyes, like a concubine in an ancient palace, always waiting for the emperor’s favor.
“Of course, I know you can do it ‘anytime’,” Mo Xijue teased amd emphasized those two words, seemingly very satisfied with Wang Zihe’s response.
It was already seven o’clock by the time the two of them finished dressing up. Then, they both got into the limousine heading to Hutton.
Wang Zihe discreetly surveyed the luxurious décor inside the car and asked, “Is Mo Yi going too?”
Instead of sitting next to Mo Xijue, he sat face-to-face and couldn’t help but admire the luxurious car. If it weren’t for his connection to the Mo family, he doubted he would ever have the chance to ride in such a luxurious vehicle. However, on second thought, he had no regrets.
“Guess,” Mo Xijue replied with a gentle smile on his face.
“…”
Having become accustomed to Mo Xijue’s mercurial temperament, Wang Zihe remained silent and then picked up his phone to play with.
In fact, as the two had agreed upon when signing the contract, Mo Xijue had not done anything illegal or imprisoned Wang Zihe in any way. It was more like hiring a 24-hour online man servant, so there were no restrictions on him playing on his phone or surfing the internet.
Wang Zihe looked at the messages on WeChat and replied to each one.
Although Mo Xijue had not restricted him from playing on his phone, he had a lot of things to do every day, so he didn’t have much time to actually play with it.
Soon, the car stopped at the entrance of the Hutton Hotel. As a group of bodyguards quickly surrounded them, Wang Zihe straightened his tie and was the first to get out of the car. Then, he reached into the car and simultaneously held out his hand to the inside of the car door.
He was fully in character, playing the role of an excellent servant and secretary.
The moment Mo Xijue held Wang Zihe’s hand and got out of the car, he released his grip and followed the group of bodyguards into the hotel.
Similarly, Wang Zihe followed him step by step. However, compared to the tall and muscular bodyguards around him, he appeared exceptionally slender and delicate, his slim-fit dark blue pinstripe suit contrasting starkly with the black ones worn by the bodyguards.
Today, Mo Xijue wore a pristine white suit and was very tall and handsome, as if he had stepped out of a painting, perfect and unparalleled.
As soon as he walked into the banquet hall, everyone seemed to be under a spell, their eyes fixed on Mo Xijue without blinking.
Compared to the well-known Mo Yi, the sudden appearance of Mo Xijue left everyone confused for a moment. They were amazed by his appearance and aura but couldn’t determine his exact identity. Although he bore a slight resemblance to Mo Yi in terms of appearance, it should be noted that there were not too many people present who were qualified to meet Mo Yi. Therefore, the identity of Mo Xijue appeared even more elusive and mysterious.
Coincidentally, Mo Yi was not present at the venue at this time.
However, at this moment, it was not the most important thing to figure out Mo Xijue’s identity. After all, everyone who could appear here was at the top of the pyramid in S city, which meant that Mo Xijue’s level had already been defined from the beginning. With his appearance and noble and graceful demeanor, it was already enough to indicate that his background was not simple.
Wang Zihe silently followed behind Mo Xijue, secretly looking at the decorations and designs around him. As an architect, he was easily influenced by his profession, and couldn’t help but admire the design and construction of every place he went to, constantly calculating and thinking in his mind.
The design of the venue was naturally very luxurious and majestic. However, as for Wang Zihe’s preferences, he didn’t really like European-style decoration. Compared to the artificial luxury, he preferred the natural and rustic feeling.
After the two had completely entered the venue and taken two glasses of wine from the waiter’s tray, they sat on the sofa in the corner, seeming out of place with the groups of people chatting and having a good time around them.
Just then, a young man in a black suit suddenly walked towards the two sitting on the sofa. Looking at the group of young men and women dressed in slightly fashionable clothes behind him, Wang Zihe guessed that he must be the descendant of some powerful family.
As he quickly approached Mo Xijue, Wang Zihe couldn’t help feeling a bit of glee in his heart.
He carefully looked at this very bold young man. He had a face that resembled a trendy young idol, and had the youthful vigor and vitality that young people should have. His tall stature and handsome appearance were indeed the capital that gave him confidence.
He looked at Mo Xijue with a polite and gentle smile on his face, saying, “Hello, my name is Jiang Yuling, nice to meet you.”
“But what if I’m not happy to meet you?” Mo Xijue smiled slightly and asked the young man named Jiang Yuling in front of him.
“Heh, you really have guts.” Upon hearing his words, Jiang Yuling’s expression instantly turned cold and he sneered.
It seemed that this confident young man had never been so turned down before. He had not expected that his usual gentle and humble attitude would also hit a wall. It was really because Mo Xijue was too unconventional.
