You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 95 The Rumor Mongers Are Caught

Shen Mochen heard the rumors before she did. With a wife-centric mindset, he couldn't stand it. He immediately found the person who spread the rumors and made him kneel on the ground and slap himself.

The sounds of pleas for mercy and slaps echoed throughout the hotel room.

The man knelt in front of the sofa, his left cheek swollen.

"Mr. Shen, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spread rumors."

"Snapped!"

"Mr. Shen, I was wrong, I..."

Hearing his voice grow softer, Shen Mochen clicked his tongue and glanced at Yu Yan, who was standing ramrod straight to the side. "Go help him. His face needs to be symmetrical."

"Yes." Yu Yan responded, stepped forward and grabbed the man's collar. Just as she was about to slap the man's tear-streaked face, there was a sudden knock on the hotel room door.

He paused for a moment, then looked up at Shen Mochen.

"Go open the door." Shen Mochen was burning the iron muzzle, the bright red flames burning brighter and brighter.

The man was thrown into a corner by Yu Yan, trembling as he stared at the terrifying pervert in front of him. That gag was definitely meant for him. It was bad enough that he was being humiliated like a dog, but he was even being burned. Was this an attempt to completely destroy him?

"Assistant Yu, where is Shen Mochen?"

A familiar voice sounded outside the room. Shen Mochen froze for two seconds, his eyes changed, and a hint of panic appeared on his face.

He quickly shoved the gag into the trash can next to him, then grabbed the trembling man, threw him into the toilet, warned him not to make a sound, and then picked up the perfume on the counter and sprayed it all over himself.

Once there were no clues, he picked up the tablet on the table that he used to delete posts and pretended to look at documents.

Yu Yan stood in front of the door, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. This was the first time he had ever felt so guilty. He stalled for time, muttering incoherent nonsense.

"The weather is really nice today."

"The puppy downstairs had puppies today."

"There are gold mines hidden beneath the Great Rift Valley in Country W."

I am a Pisces.

"Assistant Yu, are you alright?" Yu Nanqing glanced at him, thinking that he was probably suppressing his feelings, and that he was talking a lot and making no sense at all.

It seems we need to let Shen Mochen give Assistant Yu a break.

As she thought about it, she reached out and pushed him aside, and immediately saw Shen Mochen sitting on the sofa, engrossed in his work.

She had been looking for him all over the place but couldn't find him, so she asked the hotel manager. He recognized her and happily brought her over.

She didn't expect that Shen Mochen would book a room for himself.

But it's understandable; the eerie music that started playing as soon as you walked in was enough to make anyone uneasy.

Yu Yanxin was in her throat. She turned around stiffly and saw that President Shen had finished tidying up. She breathed a sigh of relief, left the room, and closed the door behind her.

When she got closer, Shen Mochen noticed her, put down his tablet, reached out and pulled her into his arms, "My sweetie's awake?"

"Hmm... Ah Qiu!" Yu Nanqing responded, and as she leaned closer, she smelled a strong perfume scent that made her sneeze violently.

She frowned, wriggled her hips, and got up from his arms. "Shen Mochen, are you wearing perfume?"

Shen Mochen paused slightly, his expression remaining calm and composed. "Assistant Yu fell into a cesspool when he went out just now. He took a shower but still smelled bad, so he sprayed a lot of perfume. This is the smell he left behind."

"You think it smells bad? Then let's go outside."

As he spoke, he stood up, eager to take her away from there.

Yu Nanqing looked at him, half believing and half doubting. She hadn't smelled the perfume when she was talking to Assistant Yu at the door. Could it be because she was standing in the corridor with ventilation on both sides?

She glanced at him suspiciously, then her gaze shifted downwards and she suddenly noticed the smoking trash can next to the sofa.

Her brow furrowed; her intuition told her something was amiss.

Shen Mochen noticed her expression and followed her gaze. He panicked for a moment and hurriedly kicked the trash can away. "Assistant Yu smoked a cigarette just now, and probably threw it away without putting it out."

"We need to pour some water on it, otherwise it will catch fire later." Yu Nanqing stared at him, but couldn't see anything unusual on his face. After saying that, she walked straight towards the toilet.

Shen Mochen's heart leaped into his throat again, and without thinking, he hugged her tightly. "Sweetie, I missed you."

He had just sworn to his sweetheart two days ago that he would be a good person and would never do anything bloody. If his sweetheart found out, he was doomed.

"Yes, I miss you too." Yu Nanqing's lips twitched slightly, forcing a smile.

She was now certain that Shen Mochen was hiding something from her.

Cheating?

Or is it something else that's shameful?

She pretended to take his hand, turned and walked towards the door. Only when Shen Mochen relaxed his guard did she suddenly let go, turn back and open the bathroom door.

Their eyes met, and she froze slightly, her throat tightening. Just as she was about to step back, the hem of her skirt was suddenly grabbed.

"Help, help me... help me..."

Shen Mochen was a hot-tempered man. When he saw that the truth had come out and that stupid man was even pulling on his wife's skirt, he couldn't hold back anymore. He kicked the man to the ground and ran uncontrollably toward the toilet, intending to beat him to death.

The incident happened so suddenly that Yu Nanqing's eyelids twitched a few times. After realizing what had happened, she hurriedly grabbed Shen Mochen's clothes.

But Shen Mochen, who had gone berserk, was like a mad dog and almost threw her to the ground.

Yu Nanqing frowned, her eyes flashing with anger. "Shen Mochen!"

Upon hearing the sound, Shen Mochen froze, releasing the blood-stained hammer. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and after a long pause, he stiffly turned to look at her, his expression helpless. "Oh dear, I..."

Yu Nanqing glared at him, her tone cold, "Come out."

“…Oh.” Shen Mochen obediently walked out, his face completely devoid of the arrogance and sickness from before. Instead, he looked like a child who had done something wrong, nervously waiting to be slowly tortured, clutching his fingers.

Yu Nanqing was furious and slapped him on the shoulder before looking at the man who was still trembling in the toilet.

His face was so swollen that it was almost unrecognizable, and blood was flowing wildly from his forehead, which had been broken by Shen Mochen.

Yu Nanqing felt uneasy. Even though she had seen similar scenes before, she still felt a little scared.

She let out a soft sigh, then turned and kicked Shen Mochen again, "Call the hotel's medical team."

"Okay," Shen Mochen replied, taking out his phone to make a call, then staring at her nervously.

He was afraid she would say something like she didn't want him anymore.

"Why did you hit him?" Yu Nanqing gritted her teeth and questioned him.

“He’s spreading rumors.” Shen Mochen looked at her, tentatively reaching out to hook her fingers. She dodged, but he didn’t give up and continued to try. Only when she stopped resisting did he finally take her hand in his palm with satisfaction.

Yu Nanqing was stunned for a moment, recalling what she had overheard in the restaurant, and stared intently at the man in the restroom, "He said I was a vixen, and that you..."