Mr President Spoils Me Too Much!

Mo Shiche's tall figure stood not far away, taking in the entire scene before him.

Even when the limousine drove off, the laughter of Senior Madame Mo, coaxed by Luo Qiangwei, was a rare sight.

Since when had she become so adept at flattering her elders, or should I say... so skilled at veiled malice?

The Luo Qiangwei of the past wasn't like this; although equally haughty and overbearing, her behavior was distinctly different.

So, was she pretending before, or is she pretending now?

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, involuntarily recalling the moment in the hotel corridor when Luo Qiangwei had hooked her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him.

The seductive fragrance of the woman seemed to still linger at the tip of his nose.

A sudden heat surged from his lower abdomen—

Mo Shiche was familiar with this sensation but wouldn't call it a preference. In fact, he could say he had little interest in women; the only exception was when Luo Qiangwei had tricked him.

Besides that incident, he hadn't even touched the hand of another woman.

The typically aloof Young Master Mo was for the first time reflecting on that sole experience in his life… though he had been drugged after all, his memory wasn't too clear.

Suddenly, a figure approached, and a soft feminine voice arose, "Shiche."

His thoughts abruptly interrupted, Mo Shiche frowned in displeasure, his entire face cooling down.

"What are you thinking about?" Luo Hongying stood before him, speaking gently, "Grandma has left with my cousin in one car. I'll ride with you. Shall we go now? Or is there somewhere else you need to be? I can accompany you."

Mo Shiche, catching the scent of her perfume, which was totally different from Luo Qiangwei's, immediately furrowed his brows even tighter, "I'm not used to sharing a ride with others, go on your own."

Leaving those words behind, he walked towards the limousine where his close attendant Liansu was holding the door open for him.

Watching the swiftly departing limousine, Luo Hongying stood rooted to the spot, so angry she was almost screaming. She had just clearly seen Mo Shiche wanting to help Luo Qiangwei into the car!

Damn that Luo Qiangwei; what was she playing at now? Did she think these little tricks could actually get to her?!

Luo Hongying clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth in secret, no matter…it wouldn't matter.

When they got to Switzerland, she would certainly give Luo Qiangwei a 'unforgettable' honeymoon!

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After a long flight, they arrived in Switzerland at midnight and checked into a five-star resort hotel.

Luo Qiangwei looked at the porters carrying bags big and small, and at Luo Hongying, who followed by Mo Shiche's side with a beaming smile, finding the whole scene ridiculous.

It was clear from Senior Madame Mo's attitude; a couple on their honeymoon, yet she arranged for Luo Hongying to accompany them. How could there not be an ulterior motive.

She leaned against the rim of an aquarium in the lobby, lost in thought when suddenly a tall shadow loomed over her, followed by a cold, pleasant voice, "Are you planning on staying in the lobby?"

Lifting her head, Luo Qiangwei saw the stunning face of a handsome man. She raised an eyebrow slightly, "That's also an option. Or else, should I sleep on the lobby sofa? It seems the leather is quite nice,"

As she spoke, she glanced at Luo Hongying standing behind him and touched her nose, "And with the weather being so cold here, my delicate and weak cousin might not manage alone in the night. How about letting my husband stay in a room with you to keep you company?"

Mo Shiche seemed to have just noticed there was another woman behind him. He turned around frowning, and Luo Hongying quickly smiled and handed him a thermos cup, "Shiche, the temperature here is low, especially during this cold night. You can't catch a chill; have some of my warm ginger soup."

"Right, have some, don't freeze into Er Gouzi," Luo Qiangwei laughed, straightening up, "You two take your time feeding, I'll leave first."

Finishing her words, she brushed past his shoulder and was about to walk away—