Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Although Nian Xiaomu claimed to be embarrassed, her eyes seemed to be glued to the computer screen and she could not peel them away.
Her animated eyes were sparkling.
She was about to say something when an arm reached over from the driverâs seat and turned off the computer screen in front of her.
Nian Xiaomu had been engrossed with viewing the photographs and when the screen suddenly turned black, she let out an anxious yelp and wanted to push away the hand that was disturbing her.
She raised her head and shuddered when her eyes met Yuehanâs dark gaze.
âGood move! I wanted to switch it off too. These photographs are so embarrassing to look at, I canât even bear to continue. Mo Yonghengâs physique is pretty average isnât it, yours is definitely better⦠Heâs been by my Grandpaâs side since he was young, I thought he would be busy learning how to manage the company, I didnât expect him to have time to practice mixed martial arts. No wonder he seems so skilled and able to have an edge over King of Hell. Mo Yongheng even managed to beat him up a couple of times, King of Hell holds a grudge against him till this day. He will badmouth Mo Yongheng to Bengbeng at every chance he gets.â Nian Xiaomu said with a smile, she aimed to please.
Even though the change of topic was rather awkward, she won him over with her pleasant manner.
Yu Yuehanâs expression noticeably changed for the better. His thin lips moved, âDoes he still enjoy scolding Mo Yongheng?â
âI just spoke to Tan Bengbeng over the phone to tell her that weâre going to visit Grandpa. I could hear King of Hell grumbling about how vile Mo Yongheng was and how Bengbeng should stay away from him.â
It was obvious from Nian Xiaomuâs expression that she hoped he would get the hint.
ââ¦â
Yu Yuehanâs gaze softened and he pondered for a moment before reminding Nian Xiaomu, âIf you ever hear him scolding Mo Yongheng in future, donât stop him. Join in at an appropriate time and encourage him to scold Mo Yongheng even more harshly.â
Nian Xiaomu stared at him in confusion.
Yu Yuehan said, âSince Mo Yongheng and I are both down on our luck, he canât be the only one having a good time. Weâre supposed to stick together through thick and thin.â
ââ¦â
Young Master Han, I can tell that you are plotting a scheme.
And itâs a scheme of the highest level!
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Mo Chengliangâs mansion.
It was just as Nian Xiaomu had described.
Qi Yan had just given Old Master an injection. After he had fallen asleep, Qi Yan pulled Tan Bengbeng outside.
Once they stepped out of the room, Tan Bengbeng flung his hand away and sat down on the bench in the garden.
Qi Yan sat down next to her.
âI finally found an opportunity just now to help plead for Xiao Mumu and Young Master Han, why didnât you help me?â Tan Bengbeng said with a long face as she pushed him away.
Not only was he of no help, but he had also created even more trouble by interrupting and trying to change the conversation.
She did not even have a chance to finish what she was going to say.
âWhat has this got to do with me? The one who created this mess is Mo Yongheng. Heâs so despicable, he obviously knows that sheâs in love with someone else and he still insists on coming between them. Donât you think heâs vile? Itâs no use no matter how we plead. Donât bother being angry with me, you should take a knife and stab Mo Yongheng instead. We wonât have any more problems if heâs dead!â
Qi Yan inched closer towards her shamelessly after she pushed him away.
His devilish face looked all innocent.
He continued when he saw that Tan Bengbeng was still angry.
âI think that Yu Yuehan should be blamed for underestimating his enemy. Had he been half as vigilant as I was, would he be in this situation now? Back when Mo Yongheng had his eye on you, I was so quick to act and gave him a good beating quite effortlessly. How dare he?!â
â⦠hmmm.â