Chapter 398: Chapter 398: Every Part Makes One’s Heart Ache
Is that all?
Mo Jin cast an inquiring look at Doctor Feng, who responded with a decisive nod.
Thus, Mo Jin comforted Shen Cheng, "There’s no need for further pulse-taking. Just rest here, I’ll have someone send over your meal."
Then, the two of them stepped out of Shen Cheng’s room.
Shen Cheng maintained her previous posture, motionless, feeling a sense of powerlessness for the first time.
She knew that if Mo Jin had indeed attempted to overpower her with numbers and force her, she would have had no other recourse but death.
In her hand, Shen Cheng clenched a piece of broken porcelain, her grip loosening and then tightening again.
Last night, she had intentionally broken a bowl during dinner. The servants, in their hurried cleanup, had not noticed her secreting away a shard in her palm.
And since last night, all of her cutlery had been replaced with silver ones.
She would wait for his rescue, but if it never came...
Shen Cheng’s eyes slowly closed; unless she consented or she died, no one else would lay a finger on her child!
After closing the room’s door, Doctor Feng accompanied Mo Jin to the study.
With his back to the bookshelf, Mo Jin’s hands were clasped behind him: "How is it?"
He didn’t specify, but Doctor Feng understood what he was referring to.
"I have observed Miss Shen’s complexion, voice, and overall physical condition, and it seems she is in excellent health, fit to undergo surgery at any time."
"Good." Mo Jin uttered just one word.
Now that he knew the situation allowed it, he felt a sense of relief, but the thought of possibly incurring Shen Cheng’s hatred made his brows involuntarily furrow.
Forget it, let her hate. He simply couldn’t restrain the desire to keep her by his side...
Even if he only possessed her body and not her heart, he didn’t care.
He first learned of Shen Cheng’s existence because of a subordinate official.
At that time his wife had passed away due to illness, and he was immersed in deep sorrow. The official, attempting to curry favor, sent Shen Cheng’s profile to him.
The moment Mo Jin saw Shen Cheng’s photo, he was so startled that his hands trembled and the papers scattered on the floor.
The person in the photo bore a striking seven-point resemblance to his wife.
It was like seeing hope, he sent many people to gather information about Shen Cheng, investigating her background.
Only after confirming there was no blood relation to his own wife did he finally accept that such coincidences truly existed in the world.
Two unrelated individuals could look so extraordinarily alike.
He began to occasionally have people surveil Shen Cheng, providing updates on her every move.
Initially, it wasn’t frequent; he considered it a means to invigorate himself, but gradually, he became attracted to this woman.
According to his subordinates’ reports, she was completely different from his wife.
Possibly due to family circumstances, she seemed more composed, detached, and obstinate than her peers.
To him, all these qualities were endearing.
Yet the disparity in age and social status made him hesitant.
Until he saw her appearing in public with a man, overtly and intimately, multiple times - jealousy nearly drove him to madness.
Mo Jin had never imagined that, past the age of thirty, he could be so infatuated with a complete stranger.
After much internal struggle, he finally sent out Mo Qingxin, whom he had raised from a young age.
He decided to follow the desires of his heart.
His whole life, he had lived for others, but this time, he wanted to satisfy his own private desires.