Mo Yehan abruptly pulled open the car door, stumbled out, clutching his chest as he trudged along with difficulty.
Xiao Li chased after him: “Young Master, don’t be so cold-hearted. Grandpa Mo is crying. Please look back at him.”
“Where was he when my mother and I were crying? He was in bed with that woman. Get lost!” Mo Yehan roared, losing his sanity.
If it weren’t for the fact that he had no other choice tonight, he would never have called Mo Feng.
If Mo Feng hadn’t hooked up with that woman, his mother wouldn’t have gone mad, nor would she have repeatedly attempted suicide. Everyone thought he was too young to understand, but he remembered everything.
He vowed to support and care for his mother on his own, never returning to the Mo family.
Mo Feng caught up, tearfully pleading with Mo Yehan: “Son, your father knows he was wrong. I only just found out that it was your mother who saved me back then, and the one I’ve always loved is your mother.”
“Then did you sleep with that woman? Did you hurt my mother for that woman?” Mo Yehan sneered as he questioned him.
Mo Feng was left speechless.
“You’re filthy. How are you worthy of being my mother’s husband? How are you worthy of being my father?” Mo Yehan shook off his hand and limped away.
Mo Feng watched him with a pained heart, tears still streaming from his eyes.
Xiao Li spoke up to remind him: “Grandpa Mo, why didn’t you tell the young master that you never touched that woman? You’re not dirty.”
Mo Feng yelled: “Damn it, why didn’t you say so earlier? You waited until my son left to speak up. Did you do it on purpose?”
Xiao Li: “…” It’s because your mind turned to mush when you saw the young master. What does that have to do with me!
The next day.
Tian Xi got up, opened her wardrobe, and changed into a white Chanel camisole and a white miniskirt. She let down her ponytail, her hair cascading to her waist. With every step, her straight, long hair swayed seductively with her slender waist.
She, who usually wore no makeup, had applied a glamorous look. The girl in the mirror bore no resemblance to the well-behaved version of herself—she was now a full-fledged hottie, captivating and dangerous.
When she appeared at the school gate,
it drew countless onlookers.
“Is that Tian Xi? My god, she’s got an amazing figure. I always thought her beauty was pure and innocent, but I never knew she had such a seductive side.”
“Little Enchantress, Little Teaser, Little Witch—she’s utterly mesmerizing, stunningly beautiful.”
Anna, who had never considered Tian Xi beautiful, was now gnashing her teeth in jealousy: “What is that bitch up to now? She just loves stealing the spotlight.”
When Mo Qing saw Tian Xi’s fiery side, his eyes filled with disgust. The way she dressed was no different from the provocative women in nightclubs. She was supposed to be a good girl, dressing properly and behaving demurely, not flaunting herself so brazenly.
“Tian Xi, I don’t like you like this. It doesn’t suit you. Don’t dress like this in the future,” he warned her gloomily.
Tian Xi scoffed: “What does it matter if you don’t like it? It’s not for you to see anyway.”
“Then who is it for?” Mo Qing pressed.
“None of your business,” Tian Xi replied coldly, striding away in her stiletto heels to find Mo Yehan.
She wanted to know how he would react when he saw her like this.
Would he dislike it?
She was so nervous!
If he didn’t like it, she would probably cry.
Having not worn high heels for a long time, the back of her feet were rubbed raw and painful. She tried to walk slowly, which only made her appear more alluring and enchanting.
When she entered the classroom, it immediately sparked screams from her classmates: “Is that Tian Xi?”Sitting in the first row, Mo Yehan spotted her at first glance. Her fiery outfit and high heels gave her a bewitching allure. With a faint smile curling at her lips, she stood there watching him.
His heart pounded wildly. Was this the surprise she had mentioned? It truly was an enormous shock.
His girl had grown up—she was no longer a little girl. Was her dressing like this hinting at something?
His fingers trembling, he rose to his feet, about to speak, when Mo Qing appeared.
Mo Qing grabbed Tian Xi’s hand: “Tian Xi, come with me.”
“It hurts—let go of me,” Tian Xi protested. Couldn’t this man stop haunting her?
Ignoring her, Mo Qing dragged her firmly toward the corridor.
Mo Yehan quickly stood and chased after them. At the far end of the hallway, he found them just as Mo Qing was scolding Tian Xi: “What’s the difference between you and those floozy bar girls? Change out of that—I don’t like it.”
Striding over, Mo Yehan pulled Tian Xi into his embrace and snapped sharply, “My liking it is enough.”
Tian Xi was pleasantly surprised that he had come after her and nestled closer into his arms.
This move undoubtedly provoked Mo Qing, who burst out cursing, “Mo Yehan, what do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that!”
A mocking smile tugged at Mo Yehan’s lips. “And what do you think you are?”
No one had ever dared speak to Mo Qing like that since he was a child, let alone Mo Yehan—a fatherless bastard who, aside from his good looks, was utterly useless.
“No wonder Tian Xi has been so cold to me lately—it’s because of a pretty boy like you. Don’t you know Tian Xi is mine? How dare you try to take her from me,” Mo Qing raged.
Tian Xi explained, “I’m not his. I have nothing to do with him.”
Mo Yehan gave a soft hum. “I know. You’re mine.”
This remark undoubtedly provoked Mo Qing further. “Mo Yehan, you’re just asking for trouble,” he snarled.
Then, glaring fiercely at Tian Xi, he spat, “Tian Xi, you’ll regret this.”
But Tian Xi didn’t even glance at him. After Mo Qing left, she sighed. “Yehan, you see how scary he is? He’s determined to have me. I might bring you trouble. Are you afraid?”
Mo Yehan lowered his head, took her hand, and examined her arm, asking softly, “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Tian Xi shook her head. “I’m just tired of him pestering me. I want to get rid of him.”
“I’ll help you,” Mo Yehan said gently.
Together, they walked into the small garden and sat down on a bench. Many people watched them along the way, speculating whether they were dating.
Everyone was shocked that Tian Xi and Mo Yehan were together; they seemed like people from two different worlds, completely mismatched.
On the bench, Tian Xi gently touched the wound at the corner of Mo Yehan’s mouth. “What happened here?”
“Got into a fight last night,” Mo Yehan replied quietly.
“Why?” Tian Xi asked curiously.
“A woman wanted to sleep with me and sent people to tie me up, so I fought back. There were too many of them, so I got a little hurt.” Mo Yehan paused before continuing, “I work at a bar to earn money. Would you mind? If you do…”
Before he could finish, Tian Xi wrapped her arms around him and shook her head. “No, I don’t mind. It’s just that you work so hard. Can I take care of you?”
“I have money—I can support you.” Tian Xi felt a little nervous as she said this, afraid it might offend Mo Yehan.Unexpectedly, Mo Yehan lowered his head and kissed her hair, whispering softly, “My Little Princess is so good to me.”
Tian Xi looked at him with wide eyes and asked, “You’re not angry, are you?”
She knew that Mo Yehan was a man with strong self-esteem. Even later, when he returned to the Mo family, he always maintained his pride.
“Not at all. I’m already quite humble in front of you. Whatever you give me, I’m overjoyed—how could I be angry? Little Princess, you think too highly of me. I’m not strong in front of you.”
He murmured softly; in her presence, he could cast aside all his pride and self-respect.
Mo Yehan’s eyes reddened slightly as he tugged at the corner of his mouth, letting out a muffled groan of pain. “Ah.”
“What’s wrong? Does it hurt a lot?” Tian Xi asked anxiously, staring at the wound on his lip.
“Yes, it hurts a lot,” Mo Yehan said pitifully, tears welling up in his eyes.