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After Mo Ming and the Lion left the room where they had been eating and drinking, they parted ways. The Lion headed straight for his house, insisting that he was not drunk and had important matters to attend to.
Even if a person who has been drinking claims they are sober, if they admit to being drunk, then they are genuinely not intoxicated; they simply do not want to drink anymore.
Mo Ming was not a three-year-old child; how could he believe that the Lion was sober? Looking at the Lion's appearance, with his dazed eyes, it was clear he was drunk!
The Lion had indeed been the one who drank the most just now; he was known as someone who could handle a thousand cups without getting drunk. However, he had overdone it this time and was starting to feel the effects.
After walking a few steps, the alcohol began to take effect, but the Lion forced himself to keep going; for now, he could still make it home.
Mo Ming couldn't be bothered to call out the Lion's bluff. As long as he could still walk back, Mo Ming turned and headed toward his own house.
Upon reaching the door and opening it, a beautiful melody filled his ears.
"You're back?" Although Jun Qianqian was not in sight, Worry-Free called out from the living room.
"Yeah, I'm back," Mo Ming replied as he stepped into the living room.
He saw Jun Qianqian mimicking the movements of a well-proportioned woman on television, her posture graceful as if she were in tune with nature.
This was a popular fitness trend among women: yoga.
"I told you, Qianqian, you don't need to practice anymore," Mo Ming said as he walked toward the refrigerator.
"Why not?" Jun Qianqian stopped her movements in surprise and looked at Mo Ming.
Mo Ming took a bottle of chilled mineral water from the fridge, twisted off the cap, and took a big gulp to sober up. After finishing, he put the bottle back.
"Just look at that woman."
"What about that woman?"
Jun Qianqian carefully looked at the woman on the television again, finding nothing strange, and frowned, saying, "What's wrong with her?"
"Of course there is!"
Mo Ming chuckled and said, "Her figure isn't even as good as yours. Why would you want to practice with her?"
"You're annoying; all you do is talk back."
Jun Qianqian knew Mo Ming was teasing her and pouted, "I really wonder if your mouth is made of honey."
"It's not like we haven't kissed before. Don't you know how sweet it is?"
Mo Ming grinned mischievously and continued to tease, "I wouldn't mind letting you have another taste."
"Hmph! You're such a bad guy. You always tease me. Just wait and see how I teach you a lesson today!"
"Haha... Sure, I want to see how you're going to teach me a lesson today. Come on, let's compete in bed!"
"Oh my gosh, I'm going to die!"
Jun Qianqian's face instantly turned as red as if it had been dyed. She stood up and charged at Mo Ming with her claws out.
But her delicate strength was no match for the rogue Mo Ming.
Ignoring Jun Qianqian's struggles, Mo Ming picked her up with a wicked smile on his face.
"I ask you, Qianqian, how do you plan to teach me a lesson now?"
"Oh no, didn't I tell you to drink less?" Jun Qianqian squirmed in Mo Ming's arms and said, "Hurry up and take a shower; you smell terrible."
"Disgusted?"
"Disgusting!"
"Then I won't take a shower. I want to kiss your charming lips right now."
Mo Ming had a wicked smile on his face, his gaze filled with an authority that allowed no resistance, as he leaned in to kiss Jun Qianqian's soft lips.
Hmm...
After kissing for a while, Jun Qianqian used all her strength to push Mo Ming away. In reality, she couldn't push him off; he was just letting her.
"Not going to let me kiss you?"
"No, it's just that your breath smells really bad. Can you please take a shower first?" Jun Qianqian pouted, her tone pleading.
Mo Ming pretended to think for a moment before saying, "Alright, fine."
"Then put me down! Aren't you tired of holding me?" Jun Qianqian lightly punched Mo Ming's chest twice, playfully complaining.
"Come on, you're so light; I can still carry you!" Mo Ming grinned mischievously. "Let's go take a shower together."
"Ah, no!"
Ignoring Jun Qianqian's protests, Mo Ming carried her into the room.
Once inside the room, Jun Qianqian's resistance intensified. She kept punching Mo Ming's chest and twisting her body like a slippery snake. If it weren't for Mo Ming's strength, they would have both fallen over.
"You pervert! Put me down! You're not a child; why do you need me to accompany you in the shower?"
"This is called romance—a couple's bath, do you understand?"
Mo Ming held onto Jun Qianqian tightly and continued to tease her. "Stop squirming; falling isn't a big deal, but if you break your pretty face, that would be terrible."
Upon hearing this, Jun Qianqian immediately stopped struggling, her innocent, sparkling eyes blinking as she pleaded, "Can we not do it together?"
"No way!"
Seeing Jun Qianqian's innocent expression, Mo Ming couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. Women truly are creatures that love beauty by nature; no matter the situation, they prioritize their appearance.
"Why can't we?" Jun Qianqian asked innocently.
"If you give me a kiss, I might consider it," Mo Ming said, tapping his cheek with a smile.
He only intended to tease her. Mo Ming knew that Jun Qianqian had somewhat conservative thoughts and a shy demeanor influenced by traditional values, so he didn't mean to force her.
"Okay."
After hesitating for a moment, Jun Qianqian finally leaned in and gave Mo Ming a kiss.
"I still can't let you off the hook," Mo Ming said with a smile. "Come on, let's go take a couple's bath!"
"Ah, you're lying! You can't do that!"
Just as Jun Qianqian pouted pitifully, Mo Ming burst into laughter and said, "Alright, I'll let you off the hook this time since you played the innocent card so well. But next time, you won't be so lucky; sooner or later, you'll have to join me for a couple's bath!"
Initially delighted by his earlier words, Jun Qianqian's face turned shy upon hearing the latter part. However, worried that Mo Ming might change his mind, she could only nod in agreement.
"Hehe, that's my good Qianqian."
Mo Ming placed Jun Qianqian on the bed and leaned in to give her a quick kiss. He then poked her nose with his finger and said, "Remember to wait for me. I'll come back after my shower to pamper you properly."
"Go quickly!"
Jun Qianqian shot him a resentful glance and said, "You smell terrible! Make sure to wash off that alcohol smell!"
"Understood, I'll go right away."
Mo Ming immediately said no more and walked straight to the bathroom.
Just as Mo Ming entered, took off his clothes, turned on the shower, and started washing up, his phone rang.
"Mo Ming, your phone is ringing!"
"Who is it?"
"A stranger's number!"
"Hmm? Then ask who it is."
"Okay."
Mo Ming quickly sped up his shower. After finishing, he dried himself off and walked out wearing a bathrobe.
"Qianqian, whose call is it..." Mo Ming asked as he walked out, but the words were cut off by Jun Qianqian's tear-streaked face.
Mo Ming hurried over, frowning, and asked, "Qianqian, what's wrong? Whose call is it?"
"Woo..." Jun Qianqian said nothing and leaned on Mo Ming's shoulder, crying.
As if recalling something, Mo Ming quickly picked up his phone and asked, "Who is it?"
"Boss, it's me!"
Hearing the voice, Mo Ming recognized it almost instantly. His brow furrowed deeply as he spoke urgently, "Yun Song, why are you calling me from another number?"
"Boss..." He Yunsong's voice sounded like he was about to cry. "Something happened, Seventh Master... Seventh Master is dead!"
“Seventh Master is dead?”
Mo Ming's eyes widened instantly, his mind felt like it had been struck by lightning, buzzing with shock. A surge of murderous intent rose from the depths of his heart as he exclaimed, “Who!”
Just a single word, yet it was filled with immense anger. This anger surged like a raging fire, reaching the heavens. Even He Yunsong on the other end of the line could feel the overwhelming fury. Without needing to see, he could imagine how terrifying Mo Ming's expression must be, causing He Yunsong to tremble in fear.
“Zhuge Sheng!”
When He Yunsong mentioned Zhuge Sheng, his tone was also filled with rage. He said, “He invited me and Seventh Master for afternoon tea today, but on the way, a group of gunmen suddenly appeared and opened fire on us without hesitation... Seventh Master died after taking several bullets to protect me...”
“What’s your situation now?”
Mo Ming tightened his grip on the phone as if he could crush Zhuge Sheng through it.
At this moment, Mo Ming felt a pang of guilt.
Trouble arose from within!
He regretted not having dealt with Zhuge Sheng decisively back then. If Zhuge Sheng had died, then Seventh Master would not have had to die.
“It’s bad. There are rumors outside saying that I killed Seventh Master and fled. The Little Green Society is looking for me, and so is Fourth Master...” He Yunsong's voice was tinged with bitterness. “I know Fourth Master believes I’m innocent, but I have to be careful of Zhuge Sheng’s people impersonating Fourth Master’s men.”
“Damn it, where are you?” Mo Ming's voice turned cold with anger. “I bet Silver Wolf is looking for you too. Where are you? I’ll send him over!”
“I’m at…”
Suddenly, gunfire erupted from the other end, followed by a disconnection.
Hearing the frustrating sound of the call dropping, Mo Ming was consumed by rage. The phone in his hand instantly turned into a pile of scrap metal, pieces flying everywhere.
“Zhuge Sheng, I will make you pay dearly for what you’ve done!”
Mo Ming's eyes were filled with a murderous intent as he held Jun Qianqian tightly and said, "Qianqian, I know you're very sad. Cry if you want to, let it all out. Don't hold it in; it will only make things worse."
Women are truly made of water; upon hearing Mo Ming's words, Jun Qianqian cried even harder, her tears quickly soaking Mo Ming's bathrobe.
At that moment, no words could help. What Mo Ming could do was offer Jun Qianqian a warm embrace. As for the emotional wounds she carried, only time could heal them. No matter how much Mo Ming wanted to help, he felt powerless.
"Qianqian..." Mo Ming spoke when he noticed Jun Qianqian's sobs had lessened. "I know you're feeling terrible right now, but I hope you can pull yourself together. If Seventh Master saw you like this, he would be heartbroken... Don't worry, I won't let that bastard Zhuge Sheng get away with this. He will pay dearly!"
Jun Qianqian didn't respond but held Mo Ming even tighter.
At this moment, Seventh Master had been treacherously killed by Zhuge Sheng, and even He Yunsong's fate was uncertain. Mo Ming's heart was in turmoil; he was no longer in Y Country but was drifting toward Nanhua City.
"I'll leave the matters here with Liufeng. I must return to Nanhua City..." A glint of coldness flashed in Mo Ming's eyes as he thought to himself, "Zhuge Sheng, since you've chosen to be my enemy, you should understand the consequences of being my foe. I will make your life a living hell!"
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