Chapter 335 - 169: Pan Kejia: You have the taste of Lao Si on your lips.

Chapter 335: Chapter 169: Pan Kejia: You have the taste of Lao Si on your lips.

"Why are you back so early?"

Chen Mo pulled her graceful, fragrant body into an embrace, lightly stroking her slender waist as he asked with a smile.

’There’s still a while before her shift ends.’

"You’re already at my house. How could I possibly focus on work?"

"I just left early so I could spend more time with you."

Pan Kejia was like a clingy little kitten, rubbing against him in his embrace.

She lifted her charming face, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation as she gazed at him.

Gazing at the beauty right before him, Chen Mo had no intention of letting her down.

He lowered his head slightly and pressed his lips to her alluring red ones.

Pan Kejia instinctively wrapped her slender arms around his neck, eagerly returning his kiss right there on the sofa.

...

Today’s time on the racetrack came a little earlier than usual.

Fortunately, it was still during work hours, so the residential area around the "track" was still quiet.

So even as the roar of the engine grew louder and louder, it didn’t disturb any neighbors.

But as the sky gradually darkened, the sound of the engine slowly died down.

After running quite a few laps and clocking some impressive times, a satisfied Chen Mo pulled into the service area.

"Hmph. Your lips taste like Number Four again."

Pan Kejia nestled weakly in his arms. Remembering the taste on his lips when he’d first kissed her, she couldn’t help but let out a little huff.

"Who’s Number Four?"

Hearing this, Chen Mo paused, glancing down at her in confusion.

He knew she was probably talking about Xu Xiyue.

After all, he’d kissed her earlier today. He couldn’t taste it on himself, but perhaps Pan Kejia could.

’But why is Xu Xiyue ’Number Four’?’

"Your Sister Shiqing is Number One, I’m Number Two, and there was a Number Three before. Doesn’t that make this one Number Four?"

Pan Kejia traced circles on his chest with a slender, pale finger, rolling her charming eyes at him as she spoke.

"You’re really something with these nicknames."

Hearing this, Chen Mo couldn’t help but chuckle and give her pert bottom a light smack.

’So that’s what she meant by ’Number Four’.

’And ’Number Three’ must be Wei Luyao.’

"I don’t know them, so I have to number them," Pan Kejia said, rubbing her head against his neck in a matter-of-fact tone.

"How do you know you’re Number Two? Ever considered you might actually be... Number Six?" Chen Mo teased her deliberately.

"What?!"

Hearing she was "Number Six," the previously limp and listless Pan Kejia shot upright as if zapped by electricity.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared at Chen Mo, panicked and furious.

"Chen Mo, you bastard!"

She yelled at him, then threw herself into his arms and bit down hard on his shoulder, leaving a perfect set of teeth marks.

At the same time, she pounded on his chest with her fists, though the blows were soft and weak.

More like a massage than an attack.

She had thought she was Number Two, second only to Xia Shiqing.

She’d been too optimistic. To think she was actually Number Six!

That was enough to shatter her composure.

She had thought Number Four was the limit, but now there were apparently six.

And the most unbearable part was that *she* was Number Six.

"What are you, a dog?"

Chen Mo tilted up her soft, pale chin, holding her still.

"I’ll bite you to death, you scumbag!"

Pan Kejia’s charming face was flushed red.

Not from shyness, but from pure frustration.

"Use your head. Do you really think you’re Number Six just because I said so?"

"If we’re ranking by who got on the racetrack first, you’d be Number One," Chen Mo said with a smile, pinching her flushed cheeks.

"Really?"

At his words, Pan Kejia immediately stopped struggling. Her eyes lit up as she looked at him with renewed hope.

"Why would I lie to you?" Chen Mo said with a smile.

"So, am I Number Two?" Pan Kejia asked, blinking her beautiful eyes.

This was very important to her.

Losing to Xia Shiqing was one thing, but she couldn’t bear to be outranked by anyone else.

"Yes."

Chen Mo didn’t tease her any further and gave a firm nod.

"You just love to tease me!"

The weight on Pan Kejia’s heart finally lifted. She snuggled back into his arms like an obedient little kitten, instantly happy again.

’Number Two in the overall order, but Number One on the racetrack.’

She was quite content with that status.

She wouldn’t fight for the top spot, but she could at least hold on firmly to her position as Number Two.

"Does it really matter that much to you?" Chen Mo asked with a doting smile, stroking her hair.

"You wouldn’t understand. This is a battle between women," Pan Kejia gave him a sidelong glance from her charming eyes.

"Then let me show you something you *do* understand."

Chen Mo scooped her fragrant, delicate body up from the sofa and carried her straight to the bedroom.

They had just run a few laps on the small track; now it was time to switch to the main circuit.

...

「The next morning.」

After his disciplined, hour-long "aerobic training session" with Pan Kejia, Chen Mo left her apartment.

He went downstairs, got in his car, sent a message to Shen Qingying on WeChat, and drove straight to the dealership.

Coincidentally, the dealership where Old Chen had ordered the car was the very same one run by Manager Zhou.

So, he was an old acquaintance there.

A little over twenty minutes later, he pulled into the dealership.

As soon as he parked, Old Liu eagerly approached.

"Mr. Chen, I’ll be handling your vehicle delivery today as well," Old Liu said with a smile, closing the car door for Chen Mo.

"I hope there are no accidents this time," Chen Mo said, giving him a meaningful look.

The last time Old Liu had handled his delivery, the car had crashed straight into a wall and burst into flames.

"That’s impossible. Last time was a low-probability event..."

Old Liu laughed awkwardly. In all his years selling cars, that was the first time he had ever run into a situation like that.

They chatted as they walked toward the dealership entrance.

Just then, Shen Qingying arrived. Seeing Chen Mo, a radiant smile bloomed on her face, and she trotted over to him.

"I’m so sorry, am I late?"

Seeing that Chen Mo had arrived before her, Shen Qingying assumed he had been waiting for a while, and an apologetic look immediately crossed her lovely face.

"Don’t worry, I just got here myself," Chen Mo said with a small smile, shaking his head.

Seeing that he wasn’t upset about her tardiness, Shen Qingying broke into a lovely smile and took his arm.

Seeing the intimate relationship between Shen Qingying and Chen Mo, and taking in the girl’s beautiful face and tall, shapely figure, he couldn’t help but sigh internally. ’Only a rich guy—a ’Brother Fu’—like Chen Mo could land such a beautiful woman.’

"What’s in the bag?" Chen Mo asked out of curiosity, noticing that Shen Qingying was carrying a large canvas tote bag, bulging as if it were stuffed full.

"A little skirt I got specially for today. Do you like mamianqun skirts?" Shen Qingying said with a gentle smile, her eyes full of anticipation as she watched him.

She had been a bit too cautious last time and had dampened his spirits, so she had prepared a special gift for today.

She had a classical air about her, and if she paired it with a traditional Chinese-style skirt... ’She was sure it would give him a completely new experience.’

"Mamianqun skirt?"

Hearing the name, a memory flashed in Chen Mo’s mind. He thought he’d seen people wearing that kind of skirt on TikTok.

’They had a very traditional look, and were quite beautiful.’

"I took a picture when I tried it on after buying it. Here, take a look."

Shen Qingying unlocked her phone, opened her photo gallery, and found a picture she had taken while wearing it.

Chen Mo glanced at the photo. She was wearing a white, semi-sheer, long-sleeved top that revealed her fair shoulders and elegant collarbones, accentuating the graceful lines of her neck and shoulders.

The top was adorned with butterfly decorations, lending it an air of elegance.

Below, she wore a white mamianqun, its high-waisted design perfectly accentuating her slender waist.

Combined with her delicate features, her picturesque eyes, and her inherent, deeply classical aura... the overall effect was exceptionally gentle and captivating.

The sight stirred an impulse within him, a poetic urge to see this clear, beautiful shadow rise and dance.

’If she wore that outfit and danced gracefully for him, and him alone... the sight would be breathtakingly beautiful.’