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While Mo Ming was still enjoying a cigarette in the lounge, Han Xue returned.
"President Mu wants you to go to her office now."
Han Xue hurriedly said this without even looking at Mo Ming before leaving. Mo Ming glanced at her face and noticed it was as red as a ripe apple, seemingly still embarrassed about what had just happened.
However, Mo Ming didn't dwell on that incident. He found it puzzling that Han Xue looked at him as if she had seen a ghost.
Not thinking much of it, Mo Ming extinguished his cigarette and tossed it on the ground, heading toward Murong Lian's office.
Upon reaching the office door, Mo Ming knocked.
"Come in," Murong Lian's voice came from inside.
Mo Ming pushed the door open and walked in. Murong Lian was working; upon seeing him enter, she put down her work, crossed her arms on the table, and leaned slightly forward. She said, "Quickly close the door and have a seat."
"Oh," Mo Ming replied, closing the door behind him and sitting down in the chair in front of Murong Lian. "What did you want to see me about?"
Murong Lian shot him a glare and scolded, "Mo Ming, I hope you won't just sit around doing nothing while at work. It's one thing to flirt while stock trading, but why do you have to fight with your colleagues..."
"Who told you that?" Mo Ming frowned.
"Don't mind who told me; just answer me—did it happen or not?"
Suddenly twisting his body and clutching his chest, Mo Ming exclaimed dramatically, "It's really the wicked who complain first! That jerk started with personal attacks right off the bat. Not only did he insult me, but he also bumped into me! You know how big he is; my small frame nearly fell apart from the impact! It hurt so much! You have to stand up for me in this matter."
"I don't think so. Back at the International Airport, you kicked a big guy away with one kick! That really surprised me. With your skills, I find it hard to believe that an employee like Li Minghan could handle you," Murong Lian said, crossing her arms and leaning back against her chair. "Who threw the first punch?"
"I report." Mo Ming suddenly returned to normal, raising his hand seriously and saying, "This matter has nothing to do with me. He started it first, he acted first, and from beginning to end, I didn't retaliate at all. Qiu Lan can testify to this!"
"Alright, try to stir up less trouble in the future. I’m tired of hearing daily reports about you; it's giving me a headache," Murong Lian couldn't help but chuckle, looking at Mo Ming with a helpless expression. She shook her head and said, "I heard you've met Cheng Siyuan from the Advertising Department?"
"Yeah, what's the problem?" Mo Ming replied straightforwardly.
"I heard he intends to recruit you, and you accepted?"
"This is something that bastard Li Minghan said, right?" Mo Ming cursed Li Minghan in his heart and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. Cheng Siyuan wanted to recruit me; I just brushed him off verbally and didn't really accept."
"Remember, you are not an employee of Starry Rhythm Advertising Company. There are no promotion opportunities for you. Joining any faction won't help, and you only listen to my orders; ignore everyone else, understood?" Murong Lian added, "Also, I don't allow you to flirt with girls in my company. Do you understand? Otherwise, I'll cut off your lifeline and see what you use to be charming."
"Spare me! I won't dare again." Upon hearing this, Mo Ming quickly covered himself with both hands and shouted, "I beg you, Murong heroine, please spare me! I only flirt; I'm not chasing girls. Is that okay?"
"What do you think?" Murong Lian made a scissor gesture with her right hand and snapped it shut. "Don't think I'm joking; I'm serious."
"Tch, so boring." Mo Ming waved his hand dismissively and said, "Since you don't allow me to flirt in your company, can I flirt with you instead?"
Murong Lian's face turned red upon hearing this. She picked up a document as if to throw it at Mo Ming, but he had already escaped to the door. He smiled at her and said, "Don't be so angry! Rest assured, I'm not interested in you, Mother Tiger!" After saying that, Mo Ming even wiggled his butt before opening the door and leaving.
"Dead bastard Mo Ming, come back!" Murong Lian was almost furious as she threw the document at him. However, Mo Ming was too quick and managed to dodge it. With one hand on her waist, she looked towards the door with her chest heaving noticeably, clearly upset by Mo Ming's words.
Coming back to her senses, Murong Lian found it strange why she was so angry.
"Could it be that I've developed feelings for that Island Nation Actor..." Murong Lian shook her head frantically in denial. "How is that possible? That guy is so disgusting and perverted; he's annoying! The person I dislike the most is him. How could I possibly like him? I must just be irritated by his smugness..."
Murong Lian found a perfect excuse for herself and sat down to continue working on the collaboration proposal with Yang Yuan.
It was time to get off work.
Murong Lian walked over to Mo Ming's desk and said to him, who was engrossed in a computer game, "Let's go. My dad wants us to come home for dinner; he has already asked the housekeeper to prepare it."
"Oh. Just wait a bit; I'll finish this round first." Mo Ming replied, his eyes glued to the computer screen, unwilling to look away. One hand flew across the keyboard while the other frantically clicked the mouse, causing the game screen to spin rapidly.
Just as Mo Ming was about to win, the computer screen suddenly went dark.
"Damn it, a power outage now?"
Mo Ming scowled at Murong Lian, who was smugly shaking the plug she had just pulled out. "I don't know how to play games, but if you keep doing this next time, I think I might just beat you!"
After saying that, Murong Lian tossed aside the plug and walked ahead with an air of confidence. Poor Mo Ming could only follow her in frustration.
The Ferrari that had been parked outside the bar last night had been driven back by someone and was now parked in the lot below. When Murong Lian reached her Ferrari, she noticed a vibrant bouquet of red roses on the roof, accompanied by a note.
Just as she was about to read the note, Mo Ming snatched it away from behind her. He opened it and quickly read aloud: "Dear Miss Murong, this bouquet of roses is like you, full of allure, making me fall in love with you at first sight... Ugh, that's so disgusting." The signature at the end was Yang Yuan's. Mo Ming didn't have the courage to read any further, fearing he would be overwhelmed by goosebumps.
"Give it back to me!" Murong Lian snatched it back angrily and said, "You jerk! Who told you to read it out loud?"
"I was just trying to spare your alloy dog eyes from being blinded by those words. You should appreciate my good intentions instead of being so ungrateful. Forget it; these days, it's better not to be a good person; let's just be bad." Mo Ming quickly grabbed the bouquet of roses and tossed it far away before cheerfully walking over to the passenger door.
"You..." Murong Lian was so furious that she stomped her feet and pointed at Mo Ming, gritting her teeth.
“Yang Yuan is too scheming for you, let's go!” Mo Ming shrugged and said, “Murong Old Man, but he’s waiting for us to have dinner at home, you don’t want to be late, do you?”
“What Murong Old Man? Can you speak more politely? After all, he is your elder.” Murong Lian huffed as she shook off his hand and said, “You really make me furious. Being with someone like you, I won't get killed by others; I'll just die from anger.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
……
Murong Lian and Mo Ming drove a Ferrari to a Hillside Mansion.
This was Murong Wei's home, located in a secluded area away from the hustle and bustle of the city, making it very suitable for settling down and resting. The land here was expensive; Murong Wei spent a fortune to buy the entire place, surrounding it with security posts to keep out unwanted visitors.
As Murong Lian and Mo Ming entered the mansion, they found it impressively large and lavishly decorated, almost dazzling. This big house was only home to Murong Wei, Murong Lian, and Aunt Xiang.
Aunt Xiang, around forty years old, was not exceptionally beautiful but still pleasant to look at. She was Murong Lian's wet nurse; Murong Lian's mother had passed away when she was very young, so Aunt Xiang had taken care of her daily life since childhood.
Having been alone for many years, Murong Wei had never remarried. Given his status today, finding a suitable wife would be easy, but he still missed his deceased wife; in this life, he loved only one person.
There are not many wealthy men like Murong Wei, who do not forget their first love.
Aunt Xiang had been waiting at the door for a long time. When Murong Lian and Mo Ming came in, she said, “Miss Murong, you’re back! Ming Shao, Mr. Murong has been waiting for you for a long time; he’s sitting at the dining table in the restaurant waiting for you.”
“Aunt Xiang, you don’t need to call him Ming Shao, just call him Mo Ming. Or you can call him Island Nation Actor.” Murong Lian linked arms with Aunt Xiang, pouting and looking displeased as she spoke to Mo Ming.
Aunt Xiang patted Murong Lian's hand and said, “That won’t do. Ming Shao is the son of Mr. Murong's comrade; it’s disrespectful to address him that way. Now let’s hurry up and go; we don’t want to keep the master waiting.”
Murong Wei sat at the head of a long dining table, which was large enough to accommodate more than twenty people. The dishes were already prepared and placed on the table, each steaming, clearly freshly made.
"Back already?" Murong Wei smiled and said, "Hurry and take your seats, or the food will get cold."
Murong Lian and Mo Ming sat on either side of Murong Wei, while Aunt Xiang stood nearby, ready to serve. Seeing this, Mo Ming quickly said, "Aunt Xiang, you should sit down too. Look at all this food; we can't possibly eat it all."
"Yes, Aunt Xiang, just sit down. You're not an outsider anyway. Unlike some people who think they own the place," Murong Lian added while inviting Aunt Xiang to join them, not missing the chance to tease Mo Ming.
"This..." Aunt Xiang felt a bit awkward. Murong Wei smiled and said, "Aunt Xiang, just sit next to Lian'er. We don't need you to serve us; both of these young ones have said so. Don't put yourself in a difficult position; just sit down."
"Alright." Aunt Xiang felt a warm sense of care and was a bit emotional as she took a seat beside Murong Lian.
As they ate, Murong Wei paused with her chopsticks and looked at Murong Lian with a meaningful smile. "Lian'er, where did you and Mo Ming go last night? You didn't come home all night."
Upon hearing this, not only did Murong Lian stop eating, but even Mo Ming, who was drinking, nearly spat out his drink. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and turned away just in time.
"We didn’t go anywhere last night; we were just busy with some work at the company," Murong Lian replied, her eyes flickering slightly. This little habit had developed since childhood; whenever she spoke to Murong Wei about something she wanted to hide, her eyes would betray her.
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