Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing? Chapter 270 - An Ink-Black Suit Cuff, And an Empty Wine Glass

Chapter 270: An Ink-Black Suit Cuff, And an Empty Wine Glass

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After receiving Ling Feifei’s look, Bai Wei finally spoke up: “I don’t know much about Ji Nuan and President Mo’s relationship. But Ji Nuan is the young lady of Hai City’s Ji Group. You should have known this since the incident that occurred at the Ji family’s department store, but you kept bashing your head against a brick wall and refusing to believe it.”
A sudden thunderbolt fell from the sky.
Ling Feifei stood still as she sat on the ground. Her stiff gaze fixated on Ji Nuan for a long time, looking at this Ji Nuan whom she had always assumed was the owner of a small studio.
Ji Nuan tilted her head slightly, speaking languidly and indolently, “Speaking of which, Miss Ling, since you’ve always looked down on others, I cooperated with that meaningless, proud and arrogant side of yours. In the past two months, I’ve never attempted to climb on top of your head. Now that we’re coming to the end of the third month, and are all about to toss this all aside, you still insist on slamming yourself toward the muzzle of my gun. Just based on those made-up stories and opinions of yours, as well as those photos, I’m able to sue you anytime I want.”
Blood was rushing toward Ling Feifei’s head from the anger. “You… I don’t care if you’re really a third party or a fake wealthy lady. You are in the wrong for instructing your bodyguard to harm your roommate! If you want to sue me, so be it! We’ll sue each other! Don’t even think about taking advantage of me!”
“Do you have any advantage worth my taking? Even if I let my bodyguard touch you, I first tried to reason with you. What about you? Did I let you take photos of me, or did I beg you to stalk me? You were able to come up with such a colorful story over a simple photo of us having a meal. Your imagination sure is rich! I’ve never targeted you. Being stuck-up and looking down on others is a problem of your own character. There is also no need for me to waste my effort to correct your mindset. In these past two months, you kept stirring up trouble. You even brought these photos to create lies on the internet. I’ve let you go countless times. These consequences you are facing now are entirely of your own making, do you understand?”
Ji Nuan paused for several seconds, before the curve on her lips deepened. “Furthermore, you kept insisting that I interfered in Mo Jingshen’s marriage, but it turns out that you don’t even know who I am. Don’t you find yourself ridiculous?
Ling Feifei’s lips moved. As she met Ji Nuan’s cold, indifferent gaze, she considered why someone like Mo Jingshen, who was entirely unrelated to the education industry, would suddenly come to T University. She appeared to finally understand.
Her bottom lip had turned white from the force with which she was biting it. She wanted to say something, but was unable to make any sound, and could only sit in the corner of the dorm room with reddened eyes while appearing wronged.
She wanted to insist that she did not believe Ji Nuan to be President Mo’s wife, but was unable to say it.
Feng Ling tossed her a glance, as though to say, ‘serve you right.’ She then tossed the SD card toward Ji Nuan.
“You said that there are still copies of these photos, didn’t you?” Ji Nuan asked. “Then Feng Ling and I shan’t stand on ceremony. We’ll help ourselves to your laptop and your other electronics here.”
“There aren’t any more copies. The only copy is in that SD card…” Ling Feifei choked, but her gaze timidly flitted toward Ji Nuan.
Ji Nuan directly snapped the SD card into half and sent Feng Ling a look. Feng Ling immediately picked Ling Feifei’s laptop up. Ling Feifei stood up to snatch it back, but the pain in her knees sent her stumbling back onto the ground. She watched as Feng Ling opened and searched through her laptop. After confirming that those photos had already been deleted because of Ling Feifei’s guilty conscience, she returned the laptop to its original state and tossed it back onto her bed. This issue was finally then settled.
…
Although on Ling Feifei’s end, this issue was concluded, in the five minutes that the post existed on the school’s forum, several people had seen it. In the past two days, many female students discussed this issue privately.
Two days later, it was T University’s one-hundred-year anniversary celebration. Aside from the university’s school leaders and lecturers, there were also many renowned celebrities from the academic world. This scene could be described as extremely grand.
Ling Feifei did not dare to provoke Ji Nuan again and had even moved out of the dormitory. On this evening, she wore a gown and stood with the other female students from Professor Lin’s class. They were standing very far away.
When she saw Ji Nuan, Bai Wei, and Feng Ling entering together, her gaze only shifted toward them once. Ji Nuan was dressed in a gown adorned with gold and appeared low profile and beautiful. All of it proved that Ji Nuan was indeed not just the owner of a small studio as she had thought. Ling Feifei could only keep her anger suppressed in her heart and did not dare to approach them.
However, there were already several female students quietly discussing if Ji Nuan was really being kept by President Mo as a mistress. No matter what, her reputation was no longer as clean.
When Ji Nuan first showed up, their quiet whispers became softer. However, it did not stop them from standing in their groups of three or five. They spread the word amongst themselves and, gradually, the untruthful rumors began to sound like facts. Their gazes on Ji Nuan were full of disdain, suspicion, and contempt.
Since today’s focus was T University’s one-hundredth anniversary, the moment the celebration began, all of the students quietened down in the large and glamorous venue. Finally, when the school leaders finished their speeches and the evening wine reception began, Bai Wei, Ji Nuan, and Feng Ling moved to a quiet corner next to the staircase to sip on their champagne and chat.
All of a sudden, Xu Yao, who was rather close to Ling Feifei, passed by. She tilted her wine glass and poured it toward Ji Nuan’s beautiful gown.
Thankfully, Feng Ling’s hands were nimble. She quickly tugged Ji Nuan to the side and did not allow her gown to be dirtied. She turned her cold eyes onto Xu Yao. “You’re looking for death?”
“Aiyo, my hand accidentally slipped. The wine didn’t even touch her, and this Ji Third Party isn’t even upset, why are you upset?”
Clearly, Ling Feifei had been unable to put her face down and did not dare to clarify this misunderstanding of Ji Nuan with anyone.
Her voice was not soft and instantly drew the attention of the crowd around them. Right now, all of the school leaders were drinking under the stage. There was also no one hosting the event. With the focus on Ji Nuan, those rumors and slanders that had gradually spread after the school internet was sealed for a day, appeared hidden in all of these people’s gazes. Like sharp blades, they flew toward Ji Nuan’s direction.
“I say, Ji Nuan, this gown you’re wearing doesn’t look cheap. President Mo must have bought it for you, didn’t he? So, you’re really holding onto his big thigh now? You must have put in a lot of effort to seduce him, didn’t you? How does it feel to interfere in someone else’s relationship? I really look down on people like you… ah!”
An ice-cold sensation on her head suddenly interrupted Xu Yao’s arrogant derision.
All the crowd saw was a glass of champagne being poured down from upstairs. Without wasting a single drop, all of them landed on her head. Afterward, more splashed onto her gown. Drip by drip, she instantly appeared to be an extremely sorry figure.
Xu Yao raised a hand to her head in astonishment. The surrounding crowd was even more startled.
As everyone lifted their heads, all they saw was an ink-black suit cuff and a hand holding an emptied wine glass over the gold railings on the second floor. A tall silhouette was faintly discernible under the dazzling lights in the glamorous venue.