<h4>Chapter 607: The Investor Is Here! (7)</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>As Studios <strong>Editor: </strong>As Studios


    Her heart pounded and her cheeks started to burn as she felt his heavy warm breath envelop her senses.


    Her chest tightened, as though the air was being squeezed out of her.


    Her idol had some unfinished business?


    What sort of unfinished business?


    Could it be... that he wanted to bed her?


    Ahhhhhhh!


    Wasn’t she so blissfully fortunate?


    However, the next moment, she saw him opening the room door and telling his assistant who was standing just outside, “Come in.”


    Then, she saw the assistant pushing in the dining trolley.


    Greatly puzzled, Shi Nianyao stared at Mo Xicheng with a nk look. “What?”


    “Dinner.”


    Shi Nianyaoplied without another word.


    So it was only dinner. Rather than that, she had imagined they were going to be spending an unforgettable night together.


    She turned around and saw that Mo Xicheng had already taken his jacket off, revealing the crisp white shirt he was wearing beneath.


    He rolled up his sleeves and exposed the pure golden skin of his arms. His tight muscture made those arms beautifully masculine.


    Shi Nianyao noticed her throat got parched just by looking at him.


    She gulped nervously.


    However, it was a loud gulp, so it made Mo Xicheng look up and ask, “Hungry?”


    She nodded.


    He pointed at the array of food on the dining trolley. “What would you like to eat?”


    “You, actually,” Shi Nianyao couldn’t help thinking to herself.


    But of course, she mustn’t say it out loud.


    Sigh.


    Good grief, the unspeakable things that she wanted to do to her idol!


    She hung her head coyly and said, “I’m fine with anything.”


    She followed Mo Xicheng’s lead and sat on the sofa.


    He moved nimbly with a fluid motion and, within a short time, had arranged all the dishes around the dining table.


    Then he held out a pair of chopsticks to her.


    She lowered her head and started with the rice.


    After she had had two mouthfuls, a pair of chopsticks suddenly dropped an extra dollop of food into her bowl.


    She looked up in astonishment and saw her male idol looking back at her questioningly. “Doesn’t suit your taste buds?”


    “No! I really like it!”


    She replied hurriedly.


    He nodded again.


    Her gaze fell on the bit of green leafy vegetables in her bowl.


    My god!


    These were vegetables that had been picked for her by her idol, so could she just ce it on an altar to worship instead of eating it?


    No, no, no. That would be so much like a love-struck idiot that her idol would think poorly of her.


    So she picked up a big mouthful of food and stuffed it into her mouth.


    Aww...


    Even the food that he picked for her tasted exceptionally delectable!


    This was more than just a feast for the stomach—it was a feast for her eyes as well.


    The meal thoroughly satisfied her appetite.


    After they had eaten, she stood up and said, “Well, I guess I should go.”


    Mo Xicheng stood up. “I’ll take you home.”


    “What?” Shi Nianyao was stunned for a moment before she said, “You don’t have to do that—”


    “A girl going home alone sote at night... I would be worried.”


    Without allowing any more objections, he handed her jacket to her, put on his own, and started to walk towards the door.


    Shi Nianyaoplied without another word.


    A sense of awkwardness between them hung in the air.


    Although, in her heart, Shi Nianyao was overjoyed.


    Her idol had treated her for dinner and was now taking her home. She wondered if he had taken a fancy to her.


    Her head was fantasizing as she walked beside Mo Xicheng on the streets of Hengdian. Suddenly, someone nearby shouted, “Ahhhh, Mo Xicheng! Is that Mo Xicheng?”


    Shi Nianyao was stunned and halted.


    Turning back to look, she saw a female fan charging towards them and shrieking at the same time.


    Mo Xicheng smiled when he saw the fan’s reaction and said, “Yes, it’s me.”


    The fangirl immediately shouted, “Please, may I have your autograph?!”


    With no airs at all, he agreed, “Sure.”


    The fangirl searched her bag and took out a pen. In her excitement, she dropped the pen cap.


    Before she could bend over to pick it up, Mo Xicheng had already done so and passed the cap back to her.


    That gesture was gentle and showed how amodating he was to his fans.