The Noble Lord Is So Fierce: Greeting Kiss, My Sweet Wife

Tong Jiumo walked to the train station with her ten inches high heels.

At the same time, a black Bentley Mulsanne stopped in the middle of the road. The chauffeur said to the man sitting at the back of the car nervously, “Young Master, the car suddenly broke down, I have to get off to check the car. I will immediately call for other chauffeurs to drive you to the Gourmet Association’s main building.”

“It’s fine, I will be alight here,” replied the tall and handsome man. He opened the car door and walked out.

On his handsome face, he wore a pair of sunglasses. His cold demeanor was very charismatic.

The tall and handsome Mo Qijue walked onto the pedestrian walkway and went in the direction of the train station.

Tong Jiumo saw the train and went into the train with the other passengers.

As it was during peak hour, Tong Jiumo held onto the train handle.

A tall man stood beside her. Although Tong Jiumo did not look at him, she faintly felt a chilling presence beside her.

The train moved forward.

Tong Jiumo’s phone vibrated in her bag. Tong Jiumo held onto the handle with one hand, while she used her other hand to open her bag as she wanted to take out her phone.

In the next moment, she felt her left breast being touched. She furrowed her brows suspiciously and glanced at the man on her left.

Her cold stare had a trace of anger as a form of warning.

Mo Qijue, attracted by Tong Jiumo’s stare, turned his head slightly to look at her with a cold look.

However, when Mo Qijue saw Tong Jiumo’s face, his heart tightened. It was as though his heart was gripped by something. His heartbeat also quickened.

However, Mo Qijue quickly returned back to normal.

Yet, Tong Jiumo thought that he would behave himself after the warning she gave him.

However, as the train moved, it jerked for a few seconds, and the groper became worse and groped her breast.

In that few seconds, which the train jerked, Mo Qijue did knock into Tong Jiumo, so he said faintly, “Sorry.”

Tong Jiumo could not take it anymore, and she glared at Mo Qijue straight in the eye. She scorned. “It was you just now, wasn’t it? Pervert!”

Mo Qijue furrowed his brows. “Pervert?”

Him?

What a joke!

Perhaps this was the first time Mo Qijue was mistaken as a pervert, so he did not take any precautions.

Just like that, a punch from Tong Jiumo landed on his handsome face, and his sunglasses flew off.

“Stupid pervert!”

Mo Qijue noticed that they had created quite a scene, and he asked Tong Jiumo with a cold stare, “What did you call me?”

“There are many reports of meeting perverts on the train. But now that you have met me, you have messed with the wrong person!”

“What did you call me?”

Tong Jiumo stepped forward and yanked his necktie. Just as she was about to throw another punch at him, her fist was stopped by the man’s larger hands.

“Train pervert, you groped me. If you aren’t a train pervert, what are you?”

“Why should I touch you?” This was the first time he had ever been wronged, so his face turned paler as time passed.

“I should be the one asking you this question! Why did you touch my breast? And even molest it?”

“With this kind of looks?” replied Mo Qijue coldly.

What kind of beautiful women had he not have had? Did he seem desperate to the extent that he had to molest women on the train?

Mo Qijue wouldn’t even spare a glance to those women who delivered themselves to his doorstep.

Yet, the murmurings from their surroundings started to get loud.

Mo Qijue emphasized his words to the surrounding people. “I did not molest her.”

His voice then turned cold as he looked at Tong Jiumo. “What evidence do you have to prove that I molested you?”

Tong Jiumo scoffed. “Those perverts on the train are usually fake gentlemen who wear suits and have the look of a dog. There are many examples on the news. It is just your luck to have met me today.”

This was the first time Mo Qijue felt so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. He cursed under his breath. “This is nuts!”

“I will call the cops right now and handle this case to the police,” said Tong Jiumo, and she took out her phone to call the cops.

“Call the cops? Do you even know who I am?” Mo Qijue’s face turned cold and looked at her sternly.