Chapter 4: What Do You Have to Compete with Ying Luwei?
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Upon hearing this explanation, the clients finally understood, and all of them quickly nodded in agreement, saying, "Of course, please go ahead, Mr. Mo."
If it weren’t for Mo Yuan’s presence, they wouldn’t even have been able to reserve a table at Han Pavilion.
After apologizing again, the secretary followed Mo Yuan out.
At this point, there were no other guests in the restaurant. The waitstaff stood quietly to the side, ready to attend to any need.
The manager noticed the scene and frowned. He was about to step forward to intervene when he saw something that made him pause. With a subtle nod, he silently stepped back.
Fu Yunshen pulled his gaze away from the door and casually asked, "Want to eat a bit more?"
The girl flatly refused. "No."
"Come on, you need to eat. It’s not good for your health."
"I’m not eating."
Neil just sighed. “Seven, you really are something today.”
He couldn’t believe it—Fu Yunshen was actually trying to force the little girl to eat pig liver?
Seeing the girl’s obvious resistance, Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "You’re really not going to eat?"
Zijin pushed the plate further away from her. "I don’t like offal."
The pig liver did seem a bit special. After eating a whole plate of it, she could feel her blood production speeding up, even faster than her body’s usual recovery. It was more effective than she expected.
But she just couldn’t bring herself to enjoy eating offal. This was the limit for her.
"Well then, let’s take it to go," Fu Yunshen said, tapping the table lightly, his smile wickedly charming. "We’ll put it in the fridge and heat it up tomorrow morning."
"Ha!" Neil burst out laughing. "Seven, aren’t you afraid Mr. Mo will come after you for that?"
"Hm?" Fu Yunshen raised his eyes, his voice still soft, as if amused. "Little one, do you think I’m too nice to you to let him do anything?"
Zijin glanced at him, her eyes softening as if a fine mist surrounded her, her voice slow and deliberate. "Yes, I can’t bear it."
Fu Yunshen’s playful smile faltered for a moment, his gaze narrowing slightly. "Hm?"
Neil was stunned.
He had misjudged her completely. He had assumed this little girl was shy and reserved, but now she was giving Fu Yunshen a taste of his own medicine. Incredible.
At that moment, the bamboo curtain was suddenly drawn back with such force that a wind chime crashed to the floor with a loud clatter.
"Who is it? Disturbing my meal..." Neil turned and froze. His words got stuck in his throat, and he began coughing uncontrollably.
Holy cow, it’s Mo Yuan?
What kind of karma was this?
Without thinking, Neil looked toward Zijin, but the girl had already picked up another bowl of longan and red date soup, as if she hadn’t noticed the man walking in.
She sat loosely in her chair, her arms casually resting on the table, her gaze raised just slightly. Though she didn’t look like a debutante, there was an undeniable, almost regal beauty about her—like a princess straight out of a medieval painting.
Mo Yuan stood tall, looking down at her with an air of superiority, his voice cold and commanding. "You ran away from the hospital, and now you’re here, mingling with these people?"
Neil bristled with anger at Mo Yuan’s words, but he held back. He didn’t mind, but he couldn’t let the girl get into trouble.
"Ying Zijin, I don’t have time to discipline you." Mo Yuan glanced at his watch, his tone as cold as ever. "You’re not worth the time. I’m not concerned if you destroy yourself, but I’m telling you this—"
He paused for a moment, and his eyes sharpened, revealing a business-like, cutting edge. "Don’t let Luwei worry about you. She’s in poor health. Go home now and give her some peace of mind."
The secretary added, more politely but firmly, "We hope Miss Ying understands. Mr. Mo doesn’t have time for this. Please don’t trouble him any further."
Was this Ying girl really thinking that just because she shared the Ying family name, she could compete with Miss Ying Luwei?
She was just an adopted daughter. How could she compare to New York’s most beloved debutante?
Zijin suddenly lifted her head.
Her beauty was breathtaking.
The soft mist in her eyes cleared in an instant, revealing a sharp, icy coldness, with a shimmering, captivating light floating in them.
"Interesting. I run away to escape, and yet Uncle Mo still chases me down, saying he’s here to discipline me," Zijin rested her elbow on the table, her expression calm and indifferent. "Tell me, who’s really the one chasing whom?"
Her tone was no longer timid or respectful. Instead, it was filled with a chilling detachment, enough to make anyone’s heart race.
Mo Yuan’s expression shifted slightly.
The secretary was stunned as well, almost unable to believe what he had just heard.
This wasn’t how Ying Luwei’s adopted daughter had ever spoken to Mr. Mo before.
Fu Yunshen let out a low chuckle.
He slightly raised his lashes, glanced at the group standing there, and then turned his gaze back to the girl. His voice, lazy and carefree, was tinged with protectiveness. "Not bad, little one. You should turn your attention to me."
His tone was nonchalant, but the underlying message was clear—he wasn’t going to let anyone mess with her.
Mo Yuan furrowed his brows.
Fu Yunshen might be a notorious playboy, but he was the favored grandson of the Fu family’s patriarch, and even the Mo family couldn’t rival the Fu family’s power.
"Mo Yuan, I don’t care what’s going on today," Fu Yunshen tapped the table lightly, a smirk on his lips. "I’m eating, so don’t disturb my meal."
Immediately, a waiter approached. "Mr. Mo, your table has been reserved over here. Please do not disturb other customers, or you will be blacklisted from Han Pavilion and never allowed to enter again."
The silent mockery was the deadliest.
Mo Yuan’s lips tightened, and his jaw clenched, his expression darkening.
Han Pavilion didn’t even give face to the families of the capital, let alone the Mo family.
For the first time, he had to leave, even if he didn’t want to.
The secretary quickly followed behind him, retreating with his tail between his legs.
The atmosphere returned to calm, with the soothing sound of running water and the soft notes of a guqin, as serene as jade.
Neil felt like he had just witnessed a major spectacle. He shifted excitedly in his seat.
Fu Yunshen glanced at him. "What, are you possessed by a snake spirit?"
"Bah, bah, bah!" Neil straightened up immediately. "I’m just enjoying the show! Seven, you and Mr. Mo really know how to work together."
Fu Yunshen didn’t respond. Instead, he lazily offered, "Walking street, Disney, the aquarium—all good for little ones."
Zijin raised an eyebrow.
"Really, Seven? All the usual tourist spots?" Neil rolled his eyes. "Miss Ying, let me tell you about a place most people haven’t heard of."
He leaned in mysteriously. "Do you know where the TV Tower is?"
Zijin nodded. "I know."
"Well, there’s an underground market there. It’s full of interesting things. There’s gem gambling, fortune-telling, and even rare antiques," Neil grinned. "Last time, someone bought a Ming Dynasty vase for just a few bucks and made a huge profit."
"Fortune-telling?" Zijin’s interest piqued. "How do they do it?"
"Oh, just with tarot cards," Neil waved his hand. "I don’t believe in it, though. But if you want to go, I can take you..."
Before he could finish, Fu Yunshen interrupted with a low laugh. "Neil, stop talking nonsense."
"Yeah, yeah, nonsense!" Neil immediately corrected himself. "Just forget about it, big shot. I was just joking. You definitely shouldn’t go."
The underground market was a chaotic place, open only after midnight. The rich young men could go for fun, but it was definitely not the right place for young ladies. If word got out, Miss Ying’s reputation would suffer even more.
Zijin lowered her lashes, no longer asking questions.
Tarot cards? She had forgotten she used to play with them.
But did they even exist in this world anymore?
Fu Yunshen tilted his head, his eyes glinting as he asked, "Little one, why are you staring at me so intently?"
"Am I that attractive?"
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