Driven Mad by the Thought

Chapter 28 Chapter 27 Thinking to the Point of Madness. Chapter 27. Wen Yicong was stunned. Not long ago, using the excuse that he had too few friends and couldn't find a date, he had asked her to fill in and accompany him to a banquet.

Now he wanted her to accompany him to the Auction? Looking at the exquisite velvet box in the man's hand, Wen Yicong pursed her lips.

It took several seconds before she raised her eyes to look at him and said hesitantly, 'Mr. Mo wants me to accompany you?

Is there a special reason? As far as I know, the Auction doesn't require bringing a female companion.' Mo Shaoshang's gaze behind his glasses looked at her and answered naturally, 'No special reason.' Wen Yicong was even more puzzled: 'Then...' Mo Shaoshang: 'I hope that before Teacher Wen considers whether to date me, you can have a relatively comprehensive consideration and evaluation.' Upon hearing this, her eyes flickered slightly and she froze.

'Obviously, the current frequency and duration of our time alone are far from enough for us to understand each other,' he said. 'So the current state needs to change.' This employer spoke at a leisurely pace, with a unique relaxation and casualness of a superior.

As a result, no matter how absurd or outrageous the statement, when spoken by him, it seemed to become logical. Because he had made a request to date, it was only natural that she should spend more time with him, alone, so that she could understand him better.

This logic seemed flawless at first glance, but upon careful thought, it felt a bit strange... Wen Yicong bit her lip almost imperceptibly.

Just as she was thinking and hesitating, a voice came from above, still low and cool, mixed with the unique pronunciation of a foreigner speaking Chinese. Mo Shaoshang said lightly, 'Try the dress first.' Wen Yicong frowned very slightly and stammered, 'But I haven't agreed to you...' Before she could finish, Mo Shaoshang spoke again: 'The initial sketch of this dress design was drawn by me personally.' His tone was very flat, his expression calm as water, like a sea without wind or waves.

But the content of his statement surprised Wen Yicong. She stood frozen, and after two or three seconds, she blinked, trying to digest this absurd and bizarre news.

The design sketch was drawn by him personally? Right. This man had an independent and secret studio; it wasn't strange that he could paint.

He had also said that he had to learn many courses from a young age, including art and aesthetics, but... Why did he personally design this dress?

For a moment, Wen Yicong was both shocked and suspicious. 'The size was made according to the measurements taken at the banquet.

It's been a few days, so it may not be accurate,' Mo Shaoshang added. 'Try it on first. If there's anything unsuitable, it will need to be altered.' After his words, Wen Yicong's heart engaged in a fierce internal battle, and she hesitated without moving.

Opposite, seeing the young girl frozen in place with a conflicted expression and still no movement to take the box, Mo Shaoshang raised an eyebrow very lightly and added casually, 'I suggest Teacher Wen seize the time to try it on. If you try it now, the craftsmen responsible for alterations can still have a full night.

Whether they can rest tonight and how many hours they can rest depends on you.' Wen Yicong: '...' Wen Yicong was dumbfounded. The implication of this employer was all too clear: the dress was specially made for her.

If she tried it on early, the tailors could finish alterations early and sleep; if she dawdled, they would have to work all night. With a few light words, he had shifted all the responsibility onto her?

Excessive. Ridiculous. Unreasonable! But... the tailors were indeed innocent. Feeling dual pressure emotionally and morally, Wen Yicong had no choice.

After a few seconds, she could only grit her teeth, make up her mind, and as if throwing caution to the wind, she reached out both hands and took the box. Mo Shaoshang's fingers were long, his palms broad, making the box look small and light in his hands.

But when Wen Yicong actually received it, she found the box was heavy, as if made of some metal material, smooth and cold to the touch, with considerable length, width, and height. She was slender and small-boned; holding the box with one hand was too heavy, so she ended up half-holding, half-carrying it in her arms.

The scene was amusing and cute, revealing an indescribable charm. Mo Shaoshang took in this scene, and his gaze unconsciously softened a few degrees.

He said, 'The box is a bit heavy. Do you need help taking it to the bedroom?' Wen Yicong quickly shook her head. 'Okay,' he said.

'I'll be at the door.' Wen Yicong didn't quite react, instinctively raised her eyes, and said blankly, 'Huh?' Mo Shaoshang looked down at her. Her eyes were always so clear, like a newborn deer, untainted by any impurity.

It was this purity, like clusters of flames, that could easily ignite the hidden violence in his blood. Mo Shaoshang lowered his eyelashes, concealing the surging dark tide in his eyes without a trace, but his gaze uncontrollably slid over her smooth forehead, her perky and rounded nose, and landed on her slightly parted lips.

He remembered the softness of her lips and the sweetness of her tongue. He wanted to kiss her again. 'In the current state, I think it's not convenient for me to enter your bedroom,' Mo Shaoshang said.

'You try on the dress, and I'll wait at the door.' Wen Yicong came back to her senses, her fingertips unconsciously curling. Mo Shaoshang's natural voice was very cold, making people feel distant and hard to approach when he spoke normally.

But at this moment, for some reason, his voice carried a deliberate softness and gentleness, speaking softly, even a bit... How to describe it?

A bit cutesy? Compared to his stern and steady appearance and tall, powerful physique, the contrast was strong. Without reason and unable to resist, a wave of heat rushed to Wen Yicong's face.

Her cheeks flushed red. She didn't respond. She just lowered her head to avoid his gaze, hugged the box, stepped back, and raised her hand to close the door.

A door panel separated two worlds. Thump thump thump. Looking at the closed door, Wen Yicong's heart raced. The next second, she looked down at the box in her arms.

Carrying the box back to the dressing room, she reached out, opened the magnetic buckle, and lifted the lid. Inside the box was a blue dress, deep in color, with a flowing quality, like a frozen seawater or a dream from the deep sea.

The specific style was unclear. Wen Yicong's eyes moved. She had to admit that the man's aesthetic was very good. This dress, just by its color, was enough to make a girl's heart flutter.

Such a special blue. Her fingertips gently stroked the fabric. After a moment, she took out the dress, carefully put it on, and then looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

She looked left and right. The effect on her was not bad. Thinking that the tailors were still waiting eagerly for feedback, Wen Yicong didn't dare waste even a minute.

After a quick glance to make sure there was no risk of exposure, she slightly lifted the hem of the dress, walked to the door, reached out, grasped the handle, and gently pressed it down. She opened the door again.

The corridor was dimly lit, with a tall and slender figure leaning against the wall. The yellow corridor light cut Mo Shaoshang into light and shadow.

He leaned against the wall, surrounded by the cold fragrance of cedar, like a resting beast king that still exuded sharpness. Because of his very three-dimensional features, his aggressiveness was even stronger.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Shaoshang's slightly drooping eyelashes lifted a bit. In an instant, a flash of stunning light passed through his dark blue-black eyes, like a sudden spark.

'Please convey to the craftsman who made this dress...' Wen Yicong cleared her throat and tried to speak softly, 'The dress fits. There's no need for alterations.

They can rest early.' After her words, Mo Shaoshang stared straight at her as if he hadn't heard, without speaking. The mermaid-style dress tightly outlined the curves of her body from top to bottom, like a second skin.

The lines of her shoulders and neck extended under the asymmetrical neckline, elegant like a swan's curved neck. Her back was largely exposed, her porcelain-white skin set off by the blue, like a pearl kissed by moonlight.

Narrow waist, perky buttocks, full chest, every curve was breathtakingly seductive. At the ankles, the fabric suddenly spread out, stacking like waves, forming an elegantly spread mermaid tail.

Occasionally, with a slight turn, fine diamonds rippled under the fabric. Like a siren sinking in intense passion, scales reflecting light as the fish tail swayed.

The dress he had designed himself now wrapped around her body. So fitting, so intimate, seamless. Kissing every inch of her bones and muscles for him.

The world around seemed to be pulled away in an instant, leaving only her in his world. Only her pure and seductive body, her clear misty eyes, and the delicate lines on her neck that pulsed with her heartbeat.

Unprecedented sensory stimulation surged like a wave, like a deadly virus, penetrating every nerve of Mo Shaoshang's limbs and bones. He looked at her for a long time before speaking, his expression normal: 'I adjusted this color many times.

It really suits you. Very beautiful.' This compliment had no ornate decoration, simple and straightforward, but like an invisible and gentle hand, it reached into Wen Yicong's chest and gently squeezed her heart.

Her face was red, and her ears also felt hot. She lowered her eyelashes, moved her lips, and whispered, 'Thank you for the compliment.' Then, as if remembering something, she paused and added hesitantly, 'You... why did you design this dress?

I mean, your time is precious. Even if you thought I needed a dress to accompany you to the Auction, you didn't have to do it yourself.' With this man's wealth and status, he could just move his lips and have a world-class team of designers eagerly serve him.

But now, he had not only drawn the design sketch himself but also participated in color mixing, fabric selection, and production... She really couldn't understand.

Why would Mo Shaoshang waste time on such meaningless things? The night was deep. Outside the window, the ink-black sky held only a crescent moon, cold as a hook.

After hearing Wen Yicong's question, Mo Shaoshang's movements and expression didn't change much. He still maintained his original posture, leaning against the wall, relaxed, noble, and lazy.

He looked at her without moving his eyes, his blue-black eyes obscure under the corridor light. Suddenly, Mo Shaoshang spoke: 'To be honest, I don't have much interest in fashion design or aesthetic theory.' Wen Yicong showed a puzzled expression, her long eyelashes fluttering twice.

Then she heard him continue in a light tone: 'I just wanted to do this for you.' '...' Wen Yicong's breath caught, all her surprise and panic frozen in her cool fingertips. For a moment, she didn't know how to react.

She only felt her face and ears grow even hotter. Opposite, Mo Shaoshang took in her flushed little face, raised an eyebrow slightly, and continued, 'So, in consideration of this dress, can Teacher Wen accept my invitation?' Wen Yicong inhaled and exhaled, taking a deep breath.

After a moment, as if making a decision, she raised her eyes to look at him, her attitude finally softening: 'When and where exactly is the Auction?' Perhaps, as he said, no girl in the world could refuse such a beautiful dress. Or perhaps for reasons she herself didn't know.

At that moment, looking into his dark, deep blue-black eyes, she felt confused and chaotic, her heart pounding, but she couldn't say any words of refusal. Getting a satisfactory answer, Mo Shaoshang slightly curled his lips.

He didn't answer directly, just said lightly, 'Rest well today. I'll pick you up tomorrow evening.' He didn't say more, so she naturally didn't press further.

Wen Yicong nodded and said softly, 'Then... good night, Mr. Mo.' 'Good night.' With the last word, the young girl showed her habitual polite smile, turned, and went back to the bedroom.

The door closed with a gentle push, making a soft thud. Bang. Looking at the closed bedroom door, Mo Shaoshang casually took off his glasses, held them between his fingers, closed his eyes, and pressed his fingers hard against his brow.

He didn't dare stay another second with Wen Yicong. A fierce heat surged, like an avalanche under a volcano, each snowflake a fragment of his crumbling sanity.

Only Mo Shaoshang knew that he had to use all his self-control to suppress the urge to crush and devour her. He wanted to fuck her to the point of madness. * The dress, scorched by the man's gaze, seemed to have temperature.

As soon as she returned to the bedroom, Wen Yicong rushed to the dressing room and took off the mermaid dress. Her skin all over was dry, numb, and burning with itch.

Flushed and unsettled, Wen Yicong hung the dress neatly, then grabbed a bathrobe to wrap her naked body and walked barefoot into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, and warm water rushed down, soaking her in an instant.

In the steaming mist, her thoughts scattered, and her peripheral vision unconsciously glanced at the bathroom mirror. The heat was too thick, the whole space fogged up, and the mirror was no longer clear.

Through a thin layer of steam, it vaguely reflected the outline of a female body. Very blurry. But even in such a blurry image, the two plump, full mounds on her chest were quite eye-catching, bulging.

Realizing something belatedly, Wen Yicong felt embarrassed and annoyed, covering her face under the water. Earlier, when she had changed into the dress, she had been afraid of delaying the tailors, so she had only roughly checked the fit of each part and left the room without carefully looking in the mirror.

Only when she took off the dress did she notice that this mermaid dress was ridiculously form-fitting. Wen Yicong was naturally small-boned, with an underbust measurement of only 73 cm, but she had developed well since adolescence, with an overbust of nearly 92 cm.

With a large chest, clothes could easily become overly sexy if not careful. Wen Yicong often worried about this. When buying everyday bras, she only chose ultra-thin styles that made large chests look smaller.

It was inconvenient to wear a bra under the dress, so she had only worn two nipple covers. Such a form-fitting mermaid dress, even though its style was decent and the neckline was appropriately high, when set off by her overly generous measurements, the visual effect was seductive to the point of being pornographic.

And she had just rushed out like that, standing boldly in front of Mo Shaoshang and lingering under his nose for a while... Oh my god.

The more Wen Yicong thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. Her face and neck burned, and she wished she could turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear on the spot.

But then she thought: what's done is done; regret is useless. She had already agreed to accompany Mo Shaoshang to the Auction tomorrow night.

The urgent task was to find a way to make this beautiful dress look more modest on her. Wen Yicong thought seriously. After showering and drying her hair, she put on a nightgown and walked out of the bathroom.

From the drawer under the dressing room, she found the chest-binding nipple covers she had bought online, opened the package, and tried them on in front of the mirror. Hmm, not bad.

After applying them, her chest still had some volume, but it was better than the previous 'heaving bosom.' Wen Yicong looked left and right, satisfied, and curved her lips. After tidying up, she was about to go to bed when she habitually opened WeChat and took a look.

The chat interface showed a new message from her mother, Ms. Shen Yulan. Shen Yulan: 'Daughter, your grandfather is being discharged the day after tomorrow morning.

The doctor said he should rest well at home. I'm letting you know. You're busy with work, so no need to take special leave to come.

Your father and I are at the hospital.' Overjoyed that her grandfather could finally be discharged, Wen Yicong quickly typed a reply: 'Mm-hmm, okay. I'll go see Grandpa when I have a break this weekend.' Shen Yulan: 'This time your grandfather was hospitalized, thanks to Dr.

Pei. He's highly skilled and very patient with the elderly. He's really a good young man.' Recalling that gentle, jade-like handsome face, Wen Yicong replied: 'Dr.

Pei is indeed a good person.' Shen Yulan: 'The hospital's cardiology department has a follow-up group. The head nurse added me in tonight.

Dr. Pei is also in the group. I just added Dr. Pei on WeChat, and he accepted.' Lying in bed, Wen Yicong typed: 'Mm, that's very user-friendly.

If we encounter any problems in care later, we can ask him on WeChat.' Shen Yulan: 'Should I push Dr. Pei's WeChat ID to you?' Wen Yicong blinked: 'No need, right?' Wen Yicong: 'You already have Dr.

Pei as a friend. I don't need to add him.' Shen Yulan: 'Oh, at my age, it takes me forever to type a message, and I make a bunch of typos.

If I send them, Dr. Pei will think I'm illiterate.' Shen Yulan: 'It's more convenient for you to add him.' Then Shen Yulan pushed a WeChat business card.

Wen Yicong glanced at it. Pei Xizhou's WeChat nickname was Kevin.P, and his profile picture was a work photo of him in surgical scrubs, wearing a medical mask and surgical cap, with deep, beautiful eyes that held a hint of a smile.

It was clearly the epitome of a 'new-era young and promising good youth.' Looking at this simple people's doctor profile picture, Wen Yicong raised an eyebrow slightly. Pei Xizhou was her grandfather's attending physician, and with his connection to the Mo Family and Airi... in the future, there was a certain probability she would meet him again.

Adding a friend was fine; it wouldn't affect either party. Wen Yicong didn't think much about it and replied to Ms. Shen Yulan: 'Okay, I'll send him a friend request tomorrow morning.' Shen Yulan: 'That's right.' Shen Yulan: 'Why wait until tomorrow morning?

Send the friend request now.' Wen Yicong chuckled: 'Mom, it's so late. Dr. Pei must be resting. It would be rude to disturb him now.' Shen Yulan: 'Alright.' Wen Yicong asked suspiciously: 'What, are you in a hurry?' On the other end of the city, Shen Yulan, harboring her little thoughts, cleared her throat and replied naturally: 'No, what would I be in a hurry about?

Nothing to be in a hurry about. Go to sleep.' After chatting with her mother, Wen Yicong was obviously in a good mood and sent back a sweet voice message: 'Good night, Mom.' Shen Yulan curved her lips, turned off the phone screen, and casually put it in her pocket, preparing to leave the ward.

She even hummed a little tune. Beside her, Wen Zhenhua, who had just made the accompanying bed, heard his wife's humming and glanced at her suspiciously, asking quietly, 'What, won the lottery?' 'Go on,' Shen Yulan spat lightly and lowered her voice, 'I pushed Dr.

Pei's WeChat to Nongnong.' Wen Zhenhua looked confused: 'What's so good about that?' Shen Yulan was speechless and waved her hand: 'Talking to a blockhead like you is a waste of breath. Lie down and sleep.' Wen Zhenhua bent down and sat on the edge of the accompanying bed, slowly shaking out the blanket, then suddenly realized and laughed: 'You, always worrying about nothing.

Our daughter has such good conditions; are you afraid she can't find a good partner?' 'TV says that modern young women should take the initiative to seize opportunities. And let me tell you, Nongnong is working as a live-in rehabilitation therapist now.

The salary is high, but it's also hard. Dr. Pei is half a colleague of hers. He has platforms, resources, and connections.

If he can pull some strings for Nongnong, her future will be limitless.' Shen Yulan packed her father's empty meal containers into her bag and lowered her voice mysteriously, 'And that time I saw Nongnong's employer, he looked good, tall and big, even more handsome than Hollywood movie stars, but he didn't seem easy to get along with.

Our daughter working under him might suffer.' Wen Zhenhua listened to his wife's muttering, already lying in bed with the blanket over him, and replied casually, 'It's our daughter's own business. Why do you care so much?' Seeing that they couldn't agree, Shen Yulan muttered a few words and said, 'Alright, I'm going back.

Keep an ear on Dad's movements tonight. Thanks for the hard work.' Wen Zhenhua smiled: 'What's hard about it? Be careful on the road.

Send me a message when you arrive.' 'Okay.' * The next day was good weather, clear skies and warm sunshine. After breakfast, Wen Yicong as usual gave Airi his rehabilitation lessons at the estate.

Whether it was the gentle sunlight outside the window that lifted Airi's mood or some other reason, the child was in good condition today, and all the lessons went smoothly. Throughout the day, she didn't see Mo Shaoshang.

In the evening, the housekeeper came early to wait at the door of the playroom, taking Airi to wash his hands immediately after class and prepare for dinner. After dinner, the sky gradually darkened, and a few tired birds fluttered their wings over the estate.

The housekeeper took Airi to his music lesson, while Wen Yicong returned to her bedroom alone. She applied the nipple covers and changed into the dress.

Then she took out foundation and mascara and quickly put on light makeup. Coincidentally, just after she sprayed setting spray, she heard a knock on the door, unhurried, regular and steady: bang bang.

Wen Yicong didn't dare delay. She stood up, stepped into the high heels her employer had given her at the last banquet, and went to open the door.

The door opened, and Mo Shaoshang stood outside. He wore a well-tailored dark suit, making his tall figure even more imposing and meticulous.

The Windsor knot under his Adam's apple was the finishing touch, exuding elegance and nobility amidst the cold rigor. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, stood casually, and had a cashmere shawl-like item draped over his arm, its purpose unknown.

Seeing this man, Wen Yicong's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. After a moment, she took a deep breath, curved her lips, and forced a proper smile: 'Are we leaving?' 'Mm.' 'Okay, wait a moment.

I'll get a jacket.' With that, she turned to go back into the room. Just then, a voice rang out unexpectedly: 'No need.' Wen Yicong stopped in her tracks.

Before she could react, the next second, her thin shoulders were covered by a piece of warm softness. The cashmere shawl, which had been in Mo Shaoshang's hand, had been unfolded and gently wrapped around her.

At the same time, the faint fragrance on the shawl invaded her breath, strand by strand, clear and distant, stirring her senses. Wen Yicong was slightly stunned, her eyes moving.

She hadn't expected this man to be so considerate, to have specially prepared a shawl for her... Opposite, Mo Shaoshang lowered his eyelids and quietly studied the girl before him.

The shawl was wide, covering all the graceful curves and smooth skin, leaving only a lightly made-up face that was already clear and stunning enough. The surging desire deep inside him was finally somewhat appeased.

'This is good,' he said lightly. This alluring and beautiful body belonged only to him. He would not allow any gaze to peek, nor would he allow anyone to covet it. ----------------------- Author's note: Mo Mo: Going on a date with my precious baby wife alone, so happy. ———— Random 100 red packets~