Chapter 28: Chapter 28 - 28 28 This annoying stepsister is courting

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: This annoying stepsister is courting death again Chapter 28: Chapter 28: This annoying stepsister is courting death again “Mo Chen! You stop right there!”

Wen Wan chased after the man’s retreating figure, coming outside.

The pitch-blackness of deep night, the sound of cicadas in the summer, the man’s cold and decisive silhouette.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me? I’m the executive director of this production! Confiscating cell phones is my rule!”

The man let out a cold laugh, his tone full of disdain, “The funding for this program was approved by me.”

Wen Wan stood rooted to the spot.

Mo Chen turned around, his face expressionless as he looked at her, “Are you throwing a temper tantrum at your investor daddy?”

“When did you become so unprincipled…” Wen Wan was a bit hit.

“I’ve never been a noble gentleman; it was you who imposed that fantasy onto me.”

Mo Chen glanced at her and turned to leave.

Wen Wan suddenly stepped forward quickly, spreading her arms to block his path.

“I want to ask you something.”

Impatience flickered across the man’s features, “Speak.”

“You… did you really have a relationship with Qiao Ruoxin?”

Mo Chen looked at Wen Wan’s cautious manner and found it somewhat laughable.

“Yes.”

His answer was so straightforward.

Wen Wan felt as if she’d been struck by lightning; although she had known since that night, hearing him admit it in person still made it unbearably painful to breathe.

“How could you… You’re not this kind of person, was it her who initiated it?”

In Wen Wan’s eyes, Mo Chen was an educated, responsible man who knew how to control himself.

How could he…

Mo Chen snorted derisively with a sneer, “You still don’t understand men; that’s how all men are.”

“You’re different!” Wen Wan’s jealousy was insane at this point!

“I’m a normal man.”

Mo Chen couldn’t be bothered to waste words with her any longer, turned, and walked away toward his car.

…

Qiao Ruoxin was a bit thirsty and decided to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

The production team’s shared dorm was basically a villa, mainly thanks to the powerful backing of the show’s financiers.

She went to the kitchen on the first floor, opened the fridge, and took out a bottle of water.

Just as she unscrewed the cap and took a sip, preparing to go upstairs, she heard voices speaking.

Qiao Ruoxin quietly hid to the side and saw her wretched stepsister approaching.

Qiao Sisi was pulling a girl along, who appeared timid and subservient, pitiful to the core.

“If you don’t do as I say, I’ll have you kicked out of the competition! Totally ruin you!”

“Please no! I… I’ll steal Qiao Ruoxin’s phone! I will!”

Kong Ling came from a poor family, an eighteen-line small-time actress; she just wanted to make a debut through this program, or else her dreams of stardom would be utterly dashed.

“That’s a good girl, I’m doing this for everyone’s sake, you see. With Qiao Ruoxin, that little slut, strutting around, we simply won’t get any attention.”

Qiao Sisi began to brainwash Kong Ling, dragging her upstairs.

…

Watching their departing figures, Qiao Ruoxin stepped out.

She couldn’t help laughing.

This wretched stepsister was courting death again.

A sly gleam flickered in Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes, then she went upstairs back to her room.

After returning to her room, she didn’t go to sleep but took out the cell phone Mo Chen had given her and started working on her laptop.

Then, she placed the phone on the bedside table and went to bed to sleep.

Sure enough, at two o’clock in the morning, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Qiao Ruoxin pretended to be asleep, her eyes slightly ajar, watching as Kong Ling entered the room trembling, searching everywhere for the phone.

As dumb as a pig!

It’s on the bedside table!

After an uncertain amount of time, Kong Ling finally spotted the phone on the bedside table.

But she hesitated, fearing to wake Qiao Ruoxin, standing there indecisive.

Qiao Ruoxin was nearly dying of impatience for her; just grab the phone and go, right?

What are you thinking!? With such little courage, you dare to commit wrongdoing?

She pretended to toss and turn in deep sleep.

Kong Ling’s eyes lit up, as though she’d seen an opportunity, and quietly moved forward to take the phone, then tiptoed out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Qiao Ruoxin’s eyes snapped open.

She chuckled softly, muttering to herself, “With your intelligence, why try to play schemes at all.”