Chapter 399 - 312 #MoShitingPostsOnWeibo#_2

“No thanks. Who knows if you might take it back halfway.”

With a pout, Gu Li decides she no longer trusts him.

With patience, Mo Shiting responds, “I won’t trick you this time.”

“But what if you do trick me?”

“If I trick you… I will treat you with extra bowls of noodles?”

Gu Li:”….”

Is her wall of trust non-negotiable?

The two talk lovingly and teasingly, and the meal lasts more than an hour.

“Oh, I’m so full.”

Gu Li touches her rounded belly and stretches languidly.

Mo Shiting walks over, his large hand rests on her belly. He grins cheekily, “How many months along?”

“Three years.” Gu Li retorts without missing a beat.

“Is my lady expecting a Nezha?” Mo Shiting jests.

With a thud, Gu Li bats away his teasing hand, “Get lost!”

That night, news of a celebrity being investigated by the police continues to make headlines, even exposing some of GE’s old scandals that can’t be brought to light.

Despite Shen Yunsi’s attempts to use her connections to suppress the hot search trends, the power of the masses is infinite and the trending news can’t be suppressed.

A frantic Cheng Ying calls Shen Yunsi: “What should we do, Miss Shen? If the rumors go on like this i.e., under police investigation, the agency will enforce an outright ban on GE. We must find a way to distract the public’s attention.” “Do you have any scandals of other company’s artists?”

Shen Yunsi asks coolly, “If you do, post them immediately.”

With a troubled face, Cheng Ying says, “We do but, the problem is we also have skeletons in our closet. If we leak any news now, they might retaliate and we may end up losing more than we gain.”

Shen Yunsi scoffs coldly, “In that case, why come to me?”

Cheng Ying: “Miss Shen, I heard you and Young Master Mo grew up together, and A Sweet Pear became your love rival by using unsavory means to steal Young Master Mo. You must hate this vixen.”

The mention of Gu Li makes Shen Yunsi’s eyes flash with intense disgust, “And so?”

With sinister intentions, Cheng Ying says: “Rumor has it, she was thrown out by Young Master Mo. Before, she had Young Master Mo’s backing, acting high and mighty, causing us and Qiu Yuxin to suffer losses. Now, she’s an abandoned wife. Miss Shen, this is a golden opportunity to crush her!”

Shen Yunsi’s eyes glint with anticipation of the mischief to come, “What’s your plan?”

“For a naive girl like her, we just need to concoct some damaging rumors, then reveal her divorce with Mo Shiting. This will ruin her for life.”

Cheng Ying grits her teeth in hatred.

But Shen Yunsi laughs coldly, “Do you think Gu Li is that easy to deal with?”

Cheng Ying smirks: “No matter how capable she is, isn’t she just a rookie? Am I supposed to be afraid of her?”

“Alright then. Go ahead, but be discreet. Don’t leave any trace back to you. And remember, this was all your idea. It has nothing to do with me.”

Shen Yunsi doesn’t really care about Cheng Ying’s fate anyway. If she dares to blacken Gu Li’s reputation, Shen would enjoy seeing it.

“Yes, Miss Shen.”

Cheng Ying is not bothered by Shen Yunsi’s indifferent attitude. They hang up quickly.

She quickly contacts a marketing account she has previously collaborated with to start creating rumors about Gu Li.

Gu Li knows nothing about this.

She is busy strolling in the garden, linked arm in arm with Mo Shiting.

As autumn draws close, the evening air is crisp and cool. The breeze rustles through the trees and the air is exceptionally fresh.

They walk leisurely on the shaded path, hand in hand.

Gu Li looks up at the moon and suddenly says, “Brother Ting, it seems like the Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner. Shall we celebrate it with grandfather?”

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Mo Shiting nods gently and hears Gu Li ask again, “How did you use to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival?”

“I don’t remember.”

Mo Shiting says flatly, “I was too busy flying around for work and had no holiday spirit. What about you?”

“Me?”

Gu Li tries to recall, “My Father wasn’t often home, and I didn’t like spending time with my stepmother and cousin Gu Susu. So, every Mid-Autumn Festival, I would go out with Da Ha. In some years, we’d celebrate it together with our Master. But then, our Master disappeared….”

Her voice fades and becomes melancholy, “Brother Ting, I miss my Master a lot.”

Mo Shiting holds her close, kisses her forehead and assures her gravely, “No news is good news. Your Master must be fine..”