Su Yanran's gaze froze, and she couldn't help but want to step back, but her wrist was tightly gripped by Luo Muqi.
"What are you afraid of?" Luo Muqi asked with a smile that looked somewhat terrifying. "Relax, Miss Su. My sister and I just want to have a chat with you. Although you did hurt my brother, today, you’ve actually done something good."
"I... I don’t think we have anything left to talk about..."
Su Yanran was genuinely frightened. Luo Muqi was different from Luo Shiya. The memory of the slap she received at the sanatorium and the madness in Luo Muqi's eyes still haunted her.
"Don’t worry, I promise I won’t lay a finger on you. But if you leave, I’ll make sure to let everyone here know you’ve crossed me. By tomorrow, the Su Family will be finished. Do you believe me?"
Luo Muqi blinked at her, not a hint of provocation in her tone, but Su Yanran felt chills run down her spine.
This wasn’t a joke. Many of the people here were influential figures the Su Family couldn’t even dream of associating with. If Luo Muqi really made such a statement, the Su Family could indeed go bankrupt by tomorrow.
"Let’s go, Miss Su. Since you’re not in the mood to mingle, why not take a stroll with me?" Luo Muqi slowly released her hand, leaving a red mark on Su Yanran’s fair wrist. "By the way, my brother is with my sister right now. Shall I take you to see them?"
Hearing this, Su Yanran’s heart was filled with mixed emotions. She didn’t dare to face them, but she knew Luo Muqi wasn’t giving her a choice.
What was she supposed to see? How Mo Xuan, who once showered her with tenderness, was now giving that same affection to someone else?
"Luo Muqi, I haven’t wronged you, have I?" Su Yanran’s voice was hoarse. "I admit I shouldn’t have kept things from Mo Xuan in the past, but I loved him too. We’ve known each other since we were kids. Yes, I did waver at times..."
"Ha..." Luo Muqi let out a cold laugh. "Wavered? Su Yanran, if you had always been firm in choosing my brother, maybe I wouldn’t despise you so much. I might have even understood you, considering the lengths my sister and I have gone to be with him."
"You deceived him, stole him away, and then what? For the sake of that trash Mo Jinpeng, you hurt him?"
Luo Muqi’s eyes turned bloodshot as she leaned in, her voice a menacing whisper in Su Yanran’s ear: "Was the stolen tenderness worth so little?"
Su Yanran shuddered. Luo Muqi pointed to the exit. "I’m not a patient person. If you don’t come with me now, you know what I’ll do."
Helpless, Su Yanran followed Luo Muqi. Meanwhile, Mo Qingqing had been observing the two of them. Ye Ning, standing beside her, casually asked, "Qingqing, do you know the girl with Luo Muqi?"
"Yes, she was my brother’s former fiancée. But now..." Mo Qingqing glanced at Ye Ning. "Does Young Master Ye have an eye for her?"
"Don’t be ridiculous. How could that be?" Ye Ning quickly defended himself. "Grandmother favors you, and I like you too. How could I possibly be interested in someone else?"
Hmph, who would believe that? Mo Qingqing thought scornfully, though her expression remained unchanged. She knew Ye Ning wasn’t faithful, but to her, the position of the Ye Family’s young mistress was all that mattered. As for Ye Ning? He could fool around as much as he wanted; it didn’t concern her.
Mo Qingqing’s indifference, however, was mistaken for magnanimity by the unfaithful Ye Ning, which only made him more eager to marry her. Not only was Mo Qingqing capable and beautiful, but Ye Grandmother also approved of her. Though she was slightly older than him, he was more than satisfied, even bringing her to the Luo Corporation’s banquet this time.
Noticing Ye Ning’s interest in Su Yanran, Mo Qingqing had no intention of using another woman to please him. Instead, she was more curious about why Luo Muqi had approached Su Yanran.
Even though she couldn’t hear their conversation, the look on Su Yanran’s face made it clear that this wasn’t a friendly exchange between senior and junior.
"By the way, when I visited the Luo Family before, my grandmother wanted to discuss a marriage alliance with Old Madam Luo. Did you know that?" Ye Ning mused. "I even saw some guy there, probably the father of one of those sisters’ illegitimate children..."
Mo Qingqing shot him a sharp glare, and Ye Ning quickly remembered they were at the Luo Corporation’s banquet, promptly shutting his mouth.
The elevator was silent. Luo Muqi leaned lazily against the wall, her attention fixed on her phone. Su Yanran nervously stared at the floor, her heart pounding.
It wasn’t the thought of seeing Mo Xuan that made her anxious; it was the uncertainty of what awaited her.
The elevator stopped on the tenth floor. Luo Muqi stepped out first, glancing back at Su Yanran. "Come on. We’ve reserved this entire floor. No one else is here."
Su Yanran, like a puppet, followed Luo Muqi to a luxurious suite. Luo Muqi swiped a card to unlock the door. Inside was a living room and two bedrooms.
The door to the right bedroom was slightly ajar. Through the crack, Su Yanran saw Mo Xuan’s back and Luo Shiya.
Mo Xuan’s hands were braced against the table, while Luo Shiya’s arms were wrapped around his neck. Her long legs, clad in a black dress, were tightly entwined around his waist.
"Shiya, you should... Mmm..."
Mo Xuan barely managed to speak before Luo Shiya sealed his lips with hers.
Su Yanran stared blankly at the scene. Luo Shiya’s eyes fluttered open, catching sight of Su Yanran outside the door. She tightened her grip on Mo Xuan’s head and flashed a smile at her.
The smudged lipstick added a touch of allure, but Luo Shiya’s smile was dangerous, almost twisted.
"I’ll handle some things. Wait for me..."
Luo Shiya whispered seductively into Mo Xuan’s ear. Luo Muqi gently closed the door, leading the stunned Su Yanran away.
"Sorry about that. I didn’t know my sister and brother would be... Well, I did tell her you were coming." Luo Muqi’s tone was light, devoid of any real apology. "Tell me, Miss Su, how do you think my brother felt when he found out about you and Mo Jinpeng?"
Su Yanran’s body swayed slightly, but Luo Muqi wasn’t done. "Do you know how I felt all these years, watching my brother hold your hand when I secretly visited him?"
"Do you know how many times I wanted to rush over and kill you when I saw him embrace you?"
Luo Muqi paused, then grabbed Su Yanran’s collar, her eyes bloodshot. "How could you be so shameless? If it weren’t for you, my brother wouldn’t have lost his memory or been hurt..."
"But I should thank you. Without you, my sister and I wouldn’t be able to be with him so freely now."
"However, do you really think I don’t know it was you who told those people our location back then?"
Su Yanran hung her head, a tear falling onto Luo Muqi’s hand.
"I... I didn’t know. I really didn’t know..." Su Yanran choked out. "I didn’t know they were going to kill you..."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
