Chapter 1691 - Marry Me, Please? (Part Twenty-one)

The snow fell silently. Even the sound of footsteps had disappeared completely.

Mo Fei slowly turned around. Under the snowy white gleam, the man’s tall figure loomed.

Ye Cong placed his hands behind his back and looked at Mo Fei, who turned around to face him. “I thought you would continue to hide.”

Mo Fei’s smile was elegant and had a hint of roguishness, just like how she was in the past.

“It’s so boring to keep hiding.” As she said that, the snow underneath her feet started to rustle.

Ye Cong looked down and smirked. “You’re too ruthless. Do you really think that the whole world is yours?”

Mo Fei crossed her arms in front of her chest and did not refute Ye Cong’s words. “I wonder when did Mr. Ye become so filial? Are you chasing me because you’ve fallen in love with me?”

Ye Cong was unmoved and continued to stare at Mo Fei. However, there was something different about his gaze this time.

“Mo Tian,” Ye Cong opened his mouth only to say this as his answer.

Mo Fei responded with a casual ‘oh’. “You’re looking for him, I see. You should try your luck in hell. He has sinned a lot in his life, so he must be in hell. Just like you.”

Mo Fei’s smile seemed a little blinding to the eyes. She was a devilish woman, yet how could she smile so innocently?

“You will take his place, in my vengeance.” Ye Cong enunciated each word coldly.

Mo Fei felt the bone-piercing chill that passed through her—it was even colder than the snowstorm that raged around them.

So, was she playing the role of the child who had to pay her father’s debt for the old thing?

“To take revenge for his personal grudge, Mr. Ye even slapped on the name of avenging his father. This plan is as brilliant as the clear ringing of beads on an abacus,” Mo Fei said sarcastically. Although she did not know what kind of feud Ye Cong had with Mo Tian, she knew that this grudge was greater than the sky. Therefore, Ye Cong would not let her off today.

Mo Feifei clenched her fists tightly, and the rope around her wrists slipped out.

“Mo Fei, you’re not my match. Do you think there’s any point in resisting?” Ye Cong said as he walked closer to Mo Fei. “Don’t you want to know what Mo Tian did?”

Mo Fei planted herself where she was—she did not allow herself to retreat because of uncontrollable fear. Ye Cong had already closed in on her. She remained looking up at him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Has he ever done anything good? If everything he did was enough to make people hate him, why should I bother?” Mo Fei looked directly into Ye Cong’s eyes, revealing no hints of fear.

Ye Cong nodded and reached out to grab Mo Fei’s chin. At that second, Mo Fei suddenly waved the wire rope in her hand. Ye Cong took a step back and dodged the rope that nearly hit his arm.

“You’re a spicy little chili, aren’t you?” Ye Cong pinched his wrist that was spared the hit and looked at the woman in the snow. “For your sake, no wonder Qian Yikun would—”

Mo Fei was taken aback by this statement. Ye Cong took the chance to grab her wrist. Then, he sent her spinning three hundred and sixty degrees into the air before landing on the snowy ground.

Mo Fei turned around and cursed. The man looming over her had one knee on her lower abdomen, one knee on the snow, and his elbow on her neck. Although his expression appeared calm, there was a hint of a devilish smile on his face.

Mo Fei’s neck was being crushed. Suffocation and pain swarmed over her simultaneously.

“Mo Fei, you’ve fallen in love.” Since Ye Cong was bending over, his strength increased.

Mo Fei’s abdomen was nearly crushed from the pressure. Her hands gripped Ye Cong’s arms tightly, and she sank her fingertips into his arms.

“You’re despicable.” Mo Fei struggled to spit out the words, but she was rendered immobile because of his strength. Today, she thought, she might really die here.