Su Yanran finally understood that the Luo sisters had invited her here precisely for this moment.
Luo Shiya took off her Bluetooth earpiece, walked up, and gently held Mo Xuan's hand, soothing him in a soft voice, "Maybe it's just a misunderstanding? Muqi, why did you bring Miss Su here so quickly?"
"I also thought it might be a misunderstanding. I figured it would be better if she talked it out with my brother," Luo Muqi sighed. "It's my fault. Last time, when my sister mentioned that my brother was injured, I got angry and argued with Miss Su for a bit..."
Argued? More like you were the one tearing open my wounds.
Su Yanran watched as Luo Muqi immediately changed her demeanor in front of Mo Xuan and couldn't help but find it laughable.
What she was laughing at, though, was herself.
Back then, when Mo Xuan was trying to hide with Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, Su Yanran just happened to be there looking for him. Grandma Su hadn't come that day—it was Su Yanran herself who had decided to go.
She saw Mo Xuan running away with the two girls in a panic. She had initially wanted to catch up and ask what was going on, but then she was confronted by the thugs.
In truth, she didn't have to say anything. The thugs were only after Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi and didn't want any complications.
But, for some reason, Su Yanran told them. If it weren't for her directions, how could those thugs have outsmarted Mo Xuan, who had grown up in that area?
In fact, Su Yanran regretted it almost immediately. She hesitated for a moment before chasing after them, only to see Mo Xuan struggling with the thugs alone.
By the time Luo Sheng arrived with help, Mo Xuan was already unconscious. She saw the hospital logo on the ambulance and, on a whim, lied.
She never expected that Mo Xuan would lose some of his memories, so she claimed to be the one who had saved him. During Mo Xuan's recovery, she was genuinely good to him, which was why they ended up together in high school.
But slowly, everything changed. Su Yanran, after all, was from the Su Family. The things Mo Jinpeng bought for her were things she could afford herself.
But that sense of vanity was something Mo Xuan couldn't provide. Mo Xuan's relationship with the Mo Family was strained at the time, and gradually, Su Yanran began to question the engagement that had been arranged by their grandmothers.
At the time, Su Yanran believed that the Mo Family would eventually fall into Mo Jinpeng's hands, and it was uncertain whether Mo Xuan would get anything. Besides, Mo Xuan's relationship with his family was terrible, and even his parents were wavering. But Grandma Su had made the decision, and her parents, being filial, didn't go against her wishes.
Su Yanran admitted that her first choice was still Mo Xuan, but Mo Jinpeng, though perhaps a good-for-nothing, knew how to make a girl happy, having spent years in bars and nightclubs.
Sometimes, people are funny. They'd rather listen to lies with their ears than see the truth with their eyes. Clearly, Su Yanran was one of those people.
In the end, she didn't really understand Mo Xuan at all. Even though he was her boyfriend, it wasn't until later that Su Yanran realized her understanding of him was only surface-deep...
"Mo Xuan, I... I really didn't mean to..." Su Yanran's voice trembled. "I really didn't know it would turn out like that. If I had known, I would never have..."
"Su Yanran, I may have lost my memory, but I'm not stupid," Mo Xuan cut her off coldly. "Don't tell me you couldn't tell those people were bad news!"
"I... I was scared too..." Su Yanran lowered her head, not daring to meet Mo Xuan's eyes. "If I hadn't told them, they would have hurt me. I... I was just..."
"Even if what you're saying is true, why did you hide the truth?" Luo Shiya sighed, her expression pained. "And because of this so-called life-saving favor, Xuan not only had feelings for you but also felt indebted to you, which is why he always tolerated you. You knew that, didn't you?"
After a pause, Luo Shiya suddenly smiled faintly. "Because of this non-existent favor, you felt justified in enjoying Xuan's kindness without having to give anything in return, right?"
Su Yanran's knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists. She looked up at Mo Xuan, but her gaze was unfocused. "Mo Xuan, I... I didn't think that way. We've known each other since we were kids. I liked you, that's why... You... You should understand me, right?"
Mo Xuan looked at Su Yanran, his eyes filled with unfamiliarity.
In the past, he had only thought that Su Yanran was a bit spoiled and somewhat vain, but he could understand that. After all, the Su Family was wealthy, and Su Yanran's behavior seemed reasonable to him.
But he never expected that Su Yanran had been deceiving him from the very beginning.
"Su Yanran, when we were together, didn't you use this incident to argue with me more than once when you were upset?" Mo Xuan looked at her, his once indifferent eyes now filled with disgust. "A life-saving favor that never existed, and to some extent, my injury was also because of you."
"You said I understand you? Well, maybe you never understood me, and I never truly understood you either."
"So, tell me, how did you manage to deceive me, betray me, and then still want to get back together with me?"
"Don't you... find that a bit disgusting?"
Su Yanran's eyes widened. Even when they had met before, Mo Xuan's gaze had been calm, without any emotion. But now, when he called her disgusting, the disgust in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Mo Xuan, I... I..."
She didn't know what else she could say. Her eyes shifted to Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi standing behind Mo Xuan.
The sisters simply smiled, their eyes devoid of any mockery or disdain.
There was no way to prove that Su Yanran had intentionally led the thugs to them, but they could prove that she was a liar.
"I know you reported Mo Jinpeng, and I know it was Shiya who sent you the invitation today..."
Mo Xuan sighed. Luo Shiya and the others hadn't kept this from him. Last night, Luo Shiya had told Mo Xuan everything, adding that if Su Yanran had indeed reported Mo Jinpeng, even though she had hurt him in the past, she had been deceived by Mo Jinpeng at the time. Even if they couldn't be lovers, they had known each other since childhood and could still be friends.
But Mo Xuan hadn't expected that when he was about to escort Luo Shiya to the downstairs cocktail party, he would overhear Su Yanran and Luo Muqi arguing and hear what Su Yanran said.
He could understand why Luo Muqi was angry. Back then, their lives were at stake, and with his memory loss, it was natural for Luo Muqi to be upset and argue with Su Yanran.
"Just leave. Let's pretend we never knew each other..." Mo Xuan shook his head helplessly. "Maybe I was really blind and couldn't see people for who they are."
Luo Muqi came over and took Mo Xuan's hand, sighing softly. "I'll go down later. Brother, Sister, you can escort Miss Su downstairs."
"Mo Xuan..."
Su Yanran's voice was hoarse, but Mo Xuan ignored her. Instead, he took Luo Muqi's hand, and they turned and walked back into the room.
"You set me up?"
Su Yanran's eyes were red as she glared at Luo Shiya. Luo Shiya simply toyed with her Bluetooth earpiece, a smile on her face. "Can you really call this a setup? You couldn't handle Muqi's provocation and ended up revealing everything yourself. I just waited until the right moment to bring Xuan out."
"Ah, Miss Su, you might have forgotten. Xuan listens to whoever he likes."
Luo Shiya stepped closer, her mature voice tinged with amusement. "You could have told Xuan yourself, but you didn't. Let me guess, was it because you felt you had no credibility left in front of him, or... were you too afraid of me and Muqi because we're from the Luo Family?"
"Miss Su, what isn't yours will never be yours."
"You didn't think that just letting Xuan know you lied to him would be enough, did you?"
Luo Shiya's eyes turned icy, and a suffocating pressure made it hard for Su Yanran to breathe.
"Don't worry, I won't go after the Su Family. What Sister Hui told you still stands."
"But..." Luo Shiya leaned in close to Su Yanran's ear, her voice dripping with malice. "I will never let you off the hook..."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
