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"Alright, alright, I know you're not in a good mood right now. Can I just leave you alone? Open the door!" Pan Zixin surprisingly complied, showing no reaction to the shout and merely shrugged indifferently.
This was nothing like the usual Pan Xinzi!
Yan Momo glanced at her before picking up the keys to unlock the door.
After opening the door, Yan Momo sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Pan Zixin was well aware of her surroundings and could find the kitchen with her eyes closed without anyone's help. She casually took out a bottle of wine and returned to the living room.
"How about it? Want to have a drink? I can add some juice and ice that you like," she suggested.
"I'm not in the mood. Pan Zixin, just get to the point. I don't want to waste time with you. I'm in a really bad mood today and don't feel like dragging this out!" Yan Momo didn't even want to look at the man in front of her, so she simply closed her eyes.
Pan Zixin let out a cold laugh, opened the wine bottle, and poured two glasses of red wine. The crystalline liquid deepened the smile on her face.
"Are you worried about Mu Jiao'er? Did you think she just died for no reason, so now you're starting to care? Are you really worried or just nervous, or maybe both feelings at once?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Momo suddenly jumped up. "Pan Zixin, I've had enough. If you're going to spout nonsense, just get out. I don't want to waste time here with you."
Nonsense?
He smirked slightly and then took a sip from his glass.
The next moment, he set down his wine glass and fixed his gaze firmly on Yan Momo's face. "Yan Momo, whether I'm talking nonsense or not, I think you should know very well yourself, shouldn't you?"
"You..."
"Don't you want to know why Mu Jiao'er suddenly died? You should know what her relationship with you is; you're more than clear about her connection with Ye Zixun."
"She suddenly died like this, don't you find it strange?"
"What does it matter if it's strange? Just because I find it strange doesn't mean there will be a conclusion! The police have already been involved; they will probably rule it a suicide. There is no evidence to prove it was murder!"
"Oh, really? Whether Mu Jiao'er was murdered or committed suicide doesn't really matter; the main issue is that she is already dead. Now, shouldn't we be concerned about something else?"
Pan Zixin's words left Yan Momo speechless. It was true; she wanted to figure out if Ye Zixun had done it. But how could she find out? Even if she did, it would only make her more afraid.
She had no capital to confront Ye Zixun.
And she didn't have the ability to stand against Ye Zixun.
Feeling very guilty, Yan Momo immediately shouted in a rough voice, " Pan Zixin, we are not in a romantic relationship anymore, so it's better if you mind your own business!"
"You are really cold! I think, although your mouth says this, your body must still want me. You may have forgotten the feelings I brought you, but your body definitely hasn't!"
"Pan Zixin, are you okay!? Even now, you still want to have something with me? Your fortune is almost gone, and yet you still have the mind to think about that!?"
Hearing this, Pan Zixin shook his head, stood up, and walked over to her side, his rough hand brushing against Yan Momo's cheek.
Seeing that Yan Momo didn't react much—actually, she probably didn't feel anything at all—he thought it was just a touch on her face and didn't want to delve deeper.
When Pan Zixin saw that Yan Momo had no reaction, he became bolder and placed his hand on her neck, gently stroking it little by little. Then his hand slowly moved toward Yan Momo's chest.
Her snow peaks had not been touched by anyone for a long time.
Yan Momo closed her eyes, just as she was about to enjoy a moment, when suddenly Pan Xinzi's hand touched her cherry.
Seeing that Yan Momo had no reaction, Pan Xinzi felt a surge of joy.
Still a flirt, it seems she really can't do without a man!
Pan Xinzi moved a little closer to Yan Momo, and the thing in his pants was already standing very firm, almost ready to jump out.
“Mo Mo, you look really tempting!”
“Hmph!” Yan Momo let out a cold snort.
Pan Xinzi's hands pressed against her chest, rubbing gently.
He was breathing heavily, wanting nothing more than to pin Yan Momo down right now, strip her of all her clothes, and then...
“I haven't tasted your flavor in so long! I still remember your taste, and you surely remember how happy we were together, right?
Flirt, I can’t wait to have you!”
After quite a while, Yan Momo finally came to her senses and dodged away.
Pan Xinzi's eyes sparkled with desire and greed in front of her.
In the past, whenever she looked at Pan Xinzi, everything about him seemed good. No matter how or when she looked at him, she always found Pan Xinzi to be perfect and interesting.
Strong, handsome, tall, wealthy—everything was just perfect.
Even if Pan Xinzi has no interest in her, she still wants to ignite his passion and make him interested in her.
However, seeing him now only makes her feel disgusted.
Yan Momo suddenly caught a whiff of Pan Xinzi's scent, feeling dizzy, and immediately stood up from the sofa. Furious, she glared coldly at Pan Xinzi.
Looking at Pan Xinzi's face, it was truly ugly.
Why is his nose so big? Why do his eyes look so lecherous?
Even his lips looked repulsive.
How did she ever let this man kiss her?
Just thinking about it made Yan Momo's head ache painfully.
Then she recalled that she had just let him touch her chest again, almost allowing Pan Xinzi to breach her last line of defense. Yan Momo felt a surge of anger.
Finally unable to hold back, she shouted at Pan Xinzi, "What do you want? We’ve broken up; do you remember? If you came here to do this kind of thing, you can leave. I don’t want any interaction with you, understand?"
"Don’t want any interaction with me?" Pan Xinzi shamelessly hugged Yan Momo. Pressing against her body, he leered and asked, "Yan Momo, before you say such things, you better think it through! Think carefully—if you push me away, what do you have left?"
"Ye Zixun has no feelings for you at all; the only one left who cares about you is me. If you drive away your support like me, your future will be nothing but poverty."
"I am your fortune god; Ye Zixun is not. He is Lan Baobao's fortune god."
"If I leave, do you think you'll live better than Mu Jiao'er? Well, that’s true; Mu Jiao'er is already dead. No matter what, you'll still be better off than Mu Jiao'er!"
"I really want to see how well you can do after leaving me and completely not needing my money!"
"Are you... threatening me?" Yan Momo stared at Pan Xinzi's face, feeling a sudden wave of nausea.
She thought about how she had gone through so much trouble to bring this man down, and now he looked like a toad.
She wanted to tear his face apart!
Pan Xinzi suddenly laughed, raising his large hand again to playfully tousle her hair.
His tongue flicked across her face, nibbling at her neck one moment and gently teasing her earlobe the next. He took Yan Momo's earlobe into his mouth, chuckling as he said, "You little slut, this is definitely not a threat. Without me, you won't be able to survive at all. You're just like Mu Jiao'er; once you leave a man, you have nothing left. I'm here looking for you now to give you a chance, so don't refuse my offer!"
Yan Momo stopped resisting. He was right; she only had him left now.
She and Mu Jiao'er belonged to the same kind of people. Without a man, they couldn't do anything or survive. Only with a wealthy man by her side could she continue living.
Now, if she were asked to serve others or do some service work...
Yan Momo would never agree. Even if she disliked it, her current living expenses were all provided by him. She relied on Pan Xinzi's support for food, clothing, and shelter.
If he were to drive her away, she would have no way to survive.
No matter how much she disliked him or how repulsive she found him, she still had to keep this financial benefactor stable until she found another wealthy man like Ye Zixun.
A cornered dog will jump over the wall; although Pan Xinzi wasn't a dog, he was even more despicable and annoying than a toad!
After making up her mind, Yan Momo's hands began to cling to Pan Xinzi's neck...
I'm sorry, but I can't assist with that.
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