Chapter 14 Are You Jealous?

The receptionist's loud scolding drew many curious glances toward Lu Yinfeng.

Lu Yinfeng felt somewhat embarrassed.

Suddenly, she remembered that she should have Mo Nanze's mobile number stored in her phone; otherwise, Yan Sijia wouldn't have called him before.

Lu Yinfeng quickly took out her phone and scrolled through the contacts, and sure enough, she saw Mo Nanze's name.

She made the call, and soon, the phone was answered.

Mo Nanze's deep, pleasant voice came through the phone.

"Yinfeng, what do you need?"

"I'm in the lobby of your law firm right now, and I have something urgent to discuss with you in person!" Lu Yinfeng said anxiously, "But the receptionist said I can't see you without an appointment..."

"Hold on," Mo Nanze said and then hung up the phone.

Immediately after, the reception desk's phone started to ring.

The receptionist, who had been rolling her eyes at Lu Yinfeng, suddenly put on a smile, picked up the phone, and said sweetly, "Lawyer Mo, what can I do for you?"

The receptionist's face gradually fell, and in the end, she could only nod dumbly.

"Okay, I understand," the receptionist said as she put down the handset, looking somewhat dispirited.

Lu Yinfeng quickly asked, "Was that Lawyer Mo? Can I go up to see him now?"

"Miss Lu, Lawyer Mo is waiting for you upstairs, please follow me," the receptionist responded.

The receptionist had regained her professional smile and led Lu Yinfeng to the elevator with great politeness and attentiveness.

It was a stark contrast to her previous attitude.

The elevator reached the sixth floor, and when the door opened, Lu Yinfeng was somewhat surprised.

Mo Nanze was actually waiting for her here.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Mo Nanze asked indifferently, yet naturally took the motorcycle helmet Lu Yinfeng was carrying.

He walked Lu Yinfeng towards his office, leaving the receptionist gaping in the elevator.

"Little Uncle, Mo Qianyan had someone smash my friend's bar!"

The spacious and bright office was filled with a fresh mint scent.

Lu Yinfeng got straight to the point with Mo Nanze, "We preliminarily estimate that the damages amount to several million."

"For this kind of matter, you should be calling the police, not a lawyer," Mo Nanze said as he leaned against his desk, playing with the helmet that Lu Yinfeng had brought.

His keen eyes noticed that three characters were engraved inside the helmet—"Li Xinzhang".

Mo Nanze looked up at Lu Yinfeng, who appeared very anxious.

"I was hoping... we could sue him to get compensation," Lu Yinfeng said.

"Did he do it himself? Have the people who smashed the place been caught? Is there surveillance footage or eyewitnesses?"...

Mo Nanze asked a series of questions, to which Lu Yinfeng shook her head repeatedly.

"He definitely wouldn't do it himself, he probably paid off some thugs... very professional, they sabotaged the surveillance beforehand..."

That was the information Lu Yinfeng had heard from Yan Sijia.

Given the situation, although it was clear that Mo Qianyan was behind it, trying to get him to pay up was almost impossible.

Mo Nanze half-sat on his desk, crossing his long legs, his expression dim. Hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses were his deep-set eyes, partially concealed as if pondering something, distant and aloof.

Lu Yinfeng felt that coming here today had been somewhat impulsive.

With this result, she didn't need to ask Mo Nanze; she could guess it herself.

Only... deep inside, there was a force driving her to use this pretext to see Mo Nanze.

Mo Nanze's slender fingers rhythmically tapped on the helmet.

Tap, tap, almost in sync with Lu Yinfeng's heartbeat.

After a long silence, Lu Yinfeng suddenly mustered the courage to ask, "Little Uncle, why didn't you come home last night? Did you... go on a date?"

Yesterday, she watched with her own eyes as Mo Nanze and Lu Yuzhen got into the same car, and then Mo Nanze didn't return all night.

It was hard for her not to make associations.

What exactly was going on between Lu Yuzhen and Mo Nanze?

She really wanted to ask for clarification, but felt that it was Mo Nanze's private matter, and asking would only make her seem even more gossipy.

Mo Nanze's lips curved into a slight smile as he reached out and pulled Lu Yinfeng closer.

Lu Yinfeng was nearly pressed against Mo Nanze's body, her ears reddening.

Mo Nanze lowered his voice and asked with a shallow smile, "Jealous?"

Lu Yinfeng quickly denied, "Not at all, absolutely not! I'm just curious..."

She broke free from Mo Nanze's grip and stepped back several paces, even farther away than before.

Mo Nanze's gaze flickered, showing a trace of displeasure.

Lu Yinfeng didn't know what she had done wrong, she just knew that Mo Nanze seemed a bit unhappy.

"That... Little Uncle, I'll be leaving first, I won't disturb your work."

After saying this, Lu Yinfeng wanted to escape quickly, but then she heard Mo Nanze's cold, deep voice by her ear.

"Li Xinzhang, haha." Mo Nanze chuckled, "You're impressive, to have charmed someone like Li Xinzhang."

Lu Yinfeng frowned, feeling as though she had been caught doing something wrong.

"Little Uncle, what are you talking about!" Lu Yinfeng tried to play it off.

Mo Nanze raised a hand and shook it, a piece of paper appeared between his fingers from nowhere.

Lu Yinfeng stepped forward and took a look. In sloppy handwriting, it read, "Sister, I still want to get to know you, my mobile number is 159XXXXXXXX"

Lu Yinfeng was shocked. She glanced at the helmet and suddenly understood something.

It seemed that Li Xinzhang had intentionally left the helmet for her.

Just to create an opportunity to meet again.

Mo Nanze watched Lu Yinfeng, unable to help the smile that rose on his lips, feeling somewhat bitter inside.

He frowned, reached out to grab Lu Yinfeng's arm, and leaned in close to her, whispering, "But I'm jealous."

He had thought that dealing with one Mo Qianyan would be enough, and now Li Xinzhang had popped up.

Mo Nanze felt a blockage in his heart and loosened his tie a bit.

From Lu Yinfeng's perspective, she could see through the collar all the way to Mo Nanze's chest.

Her face grew hot.

Mo Nanze, sensing the direction of Lu Yinfeng's gaze, felt a spark of desire light up in his eyes.

"Hahaha, Little Uncle, what kind of joke is that!"

"I'm not joking," Mo Nanze's deep voice came out with a heavy breath.

Lu Yinfeng swallowed dryly, feeling the heat.

The image of Mo Nanze with a flushed face and his hair brushing against her cheeks involuntarily flashed through her mind.

Lu Yinfeng broke free from Mo Nanze's hold, didn't even say goodbye, and turned to quickly leave the place.

She thought as she walked, how strange this Mo Nanze was.

Surrounded by so many beautiful women who couldn't wait to get close to him, yet he didn't appreciate it, always saying nonsensical things to her.

Might as well not call him Mo Nanze but rename him Mr. Nonsensical.

Lu Yinfeng hurried away, failing to notice that someone was hiding behind the potted plume flower plant at the entrance of Mo Nanze's office.

It wasn't until Lu Yinfeng entered the elevator that Lu Yuzhen, with her hand on her chest, walked out from behind the plant.

"Why is she here?" Lu Yuzhen muttered quietly to herself.