Flipped:My Sweet Wife

Chen Qianmo slightly narrowed his eyes.

He was followed by a team of subordinates dressed in black, wearing sunglasses; a dense crowd moved through the corridor, solemn and silent, not making a single sound.

Apart from the fact that he was holding a phone, engaged in a conversation, there was no other noise.

On the other end of the line, the old man's voice came through, "You're not planning to come back to this family?"

"How amusing. Is that my home?" Chen Qianmo's voice was cold.

The old man sighed helplessly and said, "I've picked out a prospect for arranged dating for you. Whatever type you want, it's all good; you can choose when you come back."

Chen Qianmo remained cold, offering no response.

Just as he was about to hang up, the old man said, "I'm getting old, and this vast family business will eventually be passed to you and your brother. Whoever gets married first will receive five percent of the shares, and whoever has a child first will inherit the family business!"

The words of the old man were firm, fully believing that they would deter Chen Qianmo.

But to his surprise, Chen Qianmo's voice was devoid of any emotion, "I'm not interested in your family business."

"You!" The old man's breathing became rapid.

Chen Qianmo ended the call with a "snap."

His already stern features took on a hint of iciness as he spoke to his subordinates behind him, "If Grandpa asks, tell him I have already returned to America to take up my post!"

"Yes, Young Master Mo," The subordinate answered respectfully.

Chen Qianmo slightly narrowed his eyes. He had never been interested in the family business.

Love and marriage were also not tools to be used as bargaining chips to gain wealth.

The wealth he had now was already nearing the entire fortune of his family's business.

Having spent so many years in America, he had already carved out his own career but being his nature, he didn't like to show off—so even his family wasn't very clear on the extent of his wealth.

"Young Master Mo, it's this floor!" A subordinate ran up to Chen Qianmo, reporting in a low and respectful voice.

Chen Qianmo halted in his steps, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, with a slight hook as he commanded, "Clear the area! Everyone, clear out the thirty-sixth floor!"

"Yes, Young Master Mo!" The subordinates scattered at his command, dispersing through the various parts of the thirty-sixth floor to clear it.

Chen Qianmo stood his ground, slightly narrowing his eyes. His lashes were long, casting a firm shadow beneath his eyes when closed.

Without a smile, his face possessed a certain hardness, his entire body emanating an aura of 'keep away.'

Tonight, he had an important task to handle.

That was why he had rushed back from abroad overnight.

Once the thirty-sixth floor was cleared, that matter should nearly be resolved.

But suddenly, Chen Qianmo felt his large palm being grasped by a soft hand.

He hated being touched by others more than anything, anyone!

The touch of strangers instinctively repulsed him, even sickened him.

Without thinking, he reflexively pushed the person against the wall, pinning them by their neck with his arm, his dangerous eyes snapping open immediately.

He despised anyone touching him, only he could touch others, not the other way around!

The touch of anyone made him feel innately disgusted!

To his surprise, when he opened his eyes, the person he had grabbed was just a frail-looking young girl.

She appeared young with beautiful, bewildered large eyes, and her face was flushed with red.

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Her large glasses covered half of her small face, making her look very young, like a child who hadn't yet grown up.

Her pretty features were now imprinted in his eyelids.

Like a deer crashing into the eyes of a fierce wild beast.

Chen Qianmo slightly loosened his grip, but her soft palm did not let go of him; instead, she grasped his wrist.

Her delicate skin clung tightly to him, and the smooth sensation coming from her palm was teasing his nerves.

Was she someone sent by Grandpa? Chen Qianmo felt a chill in his heart.

He had no plans to marry, but the elders in his family were not willing to let him off.

They had arranged countless women to be by his side before, but he had never been moved by any of them.

Out of repulsion for such arrangements, Chen Qianmo raised his hand to shake off Yan Qingruo.

But as soon as he moved, her face pressed against his arm, rubbing against it like a little puppy.

Her docile expression, combined with her innocent features, made her seem somewhat innocent and pitiable, evoking a protective affection!

Chen Qianmo's spine stiffened slightly, a strange feeling reaching the bottom of his heart—he actually did not mind her touch!

It wasn't only now, even earlier, when she had pressed against him, he didn't shake her off immediately!

And now, her soft palm and her slightly warm cheek were tightly against him.

That tender touch not only failed to induce the innate repulsion he usually felt but also made him feel an unusual sense of comfort.

It had been so many years since anyone had touched him like this, the feeling was too unexpected for Chen Qianmo, and too unfamiliar.

But... the feeling was not bad!

So, Chen Qianmo didn't push her away again, simply slightly lowering his gaze, letting her figure crash into his eyes.

Although she seemed obedient, the fact that she was willing to climb into his bed on her own made him feel quite uncomfortable.

Chen Qianmo moved again, trying to shake her off.

Yan Qingruo felt as if she had entered a fiery pit, her whole body burning hot, as if she had run for several hundred kilometers under the summer sun.

Now she felt as though she was hugging a piece of ice cream, very comfortable, the cool sensation making her unwilling to let go.

Yan Qingruo opened her mouth wanting to bite the "ice cream," murmuring, "Let me have it... um... let me have it..."

Chen Qianmo's body tensed once again, took a moment to compose himself, then accepted her unfamiliar touch.

Her proactive touch did not repulse or discomfort him; on the contrary, it made a very subtle emotion rise in his heart.

He reached out, his large hand feeling her forehead and realizing that her condition was somewhat abnormal.

Experience told him that she must have ingested something she shouldn't have!

Had she voluntarily accepted Grandpa's arrangement, or was she forced to come close to him?

As the thought appeared, Chen Qianmo was startled inside his heart—

Had he actually, in his heart, willingly found an excuse for her behavior?

Chen Qianmo immediately pushed her away, if it was the latter, he didn't want her to make a mistake.

It was their first meeting, yet he felt an unwillingness to hurt her.

But she clung tightly to him, her eyes watery, looking up at her "ice cream" with confusion, not understanding why the "ice cream" had to move and wouldn't let her eat it.

Her eyes were like clear stream water with a misty haze, reflecting his image, capturing all of him within her gaze.