Chapter 1782: Vulgar Woman

Mo Fei received a message from Mo Tian while she was putting on makeup in the lounge. He sent her a video of a child calling for his mother and Le Tian kneeling on the ground.

Mo Fei got to her feet violently and messed up the hairstyle that the hairstylist was working on.

“Miss Mo,” the hairstylist hurriedly called.

Mo Fei was hyperventilating. Her eyes were filled with abhorrence.

[My girl, the child is really cute.]

“Bastard!” Mo Fei cursed angrily and walked out. However, at the entrance, she bumped into Ye Cong.

Ye Cong seemed to know that Mo Fei would run away, so he waited at the door. As Mo Fei was about to leave, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.

“Let go of me!” Mo Fei roared.

“Calm down. If you go and find Mo Tian now, everything will go to waste. What we need to do now is to lure him to the area that we have control over.”

“He captured my nephew,” Mo Fei yelled. Asking her to calm down right now was impossible.

Ye Cong pinned Mo Fei on the sofa. He turned around and asked the make-up artist to leave first.

“I know what you’re thinking. Mo Fei, we’ve waited for so many years. All for what?” It was rare for Ye Cong to speak nicely to Mo Fei without mocking her.

Mo Fei’s eyes were bloodshot, and she was already on the verge of madness. There was no need for him to mock her anymore.

Mo Fei held herself back from acknowledging the Ding family for the same reason she broke up with Qian Yikun—she did not want to implicate the people closest to her.

However, sometimes, some things were inevitable.

As long as she had feelings, she had a weakness.

Mo Fei’s body was so tense that she trembled violently. With a swirl to her back, she punched her fist into the mirror. The mirror shattered into pieces and fell onto the ground along with the sound of her exasperated scream.

The back of her fair hand was covered in blood, and it dripped down drop by drop.

Ye Cong straightened his back to look at the table, the broken pieces on the floor, and her bleeding hand. He knew that Mo Fei had calmed down.

Even though her method was somewhat violent.

Yet, Mo Fei loved this kind of violence.

That was the real way that Mo Fei came up with solutions.

After Mo Fei calmed down, the entire room fell silent. Mo Fei reached out to grab the paper towel covered in the glass shards on the table, flung it a few times, and wrapped it around her hand.

“I’m fine now.” Mo Fei focused on wrapping up her hands, but her eyes were still exuding extreme hatred.

Ye Cong raised his eyebrows slightly. “Mo Fei, I suddenly feel like I—”

“Don’t fall in love with me. You’re not my type.” Mo Fei snorted. When the paper towel was completely soaked in blood, she changed to another one. She cursed and applied pressure on her wound.

Ye Cong, “…”

How could Qian Yikun, that man, tolerate this woman who was full of profanities?

Ye Cong had someone come in to help Mo Fei bandage her hand before getting the makeup artist to redo Mo Fei’s makeup again.

Not far from the dressing room, Yu Jiangqing leaned against the wall and looked at the people there. He clicked his tongue and said, “This punch is really vicious. Blood must be flowing like a river. It hurts just looking at it.”

Qian Yikun, “…”

Qian Yikun loosened his grip and left a clear mark of his nails in the middle of his palm.

Yu Jiangqing stood up straight and pointed to the side with his chin. “Let’s go. We’ve caught a big cat this time. You’ll be promoted for sure.”

“No need.” Qian Yikun lowered his eyes slightly. He only wished for Mo Fei to be well. He did not need anything else.

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