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After cutting the cake and celebrating, everyone returned to work, their enthusiasm suddenly heightened because Murong Lian informed them that the "Dragon Race" would be held this Sunday night.
This was all due to Mo Ming's promise made at Lord Qian's house.
Having been unconscious for so long, Murong Lian barely remembered it. However, upon seeing Mo Ming buy a racing car, it all came back to her. When the announcement was made, Mo Ming was taken aback.
In fact, he had forgotten about it, but Mo Ming had always intended to avoid it. Racing wasn't life-threatening; there was no need to worry so much. Besides, he was the Racing King—come and argue if you disagreed!
After the celebration, Murong Lian called Mo Ming into her office for a talk.
Mo Ming followed Murong Lian into the office. Initially, she was in a good mood, but upon sitting down and noticing an ashtray on the desk piled high with cigarette butts, her expression darkened.
"You damn male actor! You actually smoked in my office while I wasn't here!"
Mo Ming chuckled bitterly, "I only had a few puffs. If I don't smoke, my brain will freeze up. You have no idea how hard I've worked to manage the company for you. Just look at those mountain-like cigarette butts; they are a symbol of my hard work."
"Then I should thank you, Mr. Mo. You've managed the company well; I'll temporarily forgive you for this." Murong Lian shot a glare at Mo Ming before opening her computer.
"Don't open it!"
Murong Lian's computer was high-end and booted up in just ten seconds. By the time Mo Ming shouted, the computer was already on. He felt a bit helpless and wanted to sneak away to avoid being scolded by Murong Lian.
Seeing Mo Ming's nervous demeanor only piqued Murong Lian's curiosity about what could be on the computer that made him so anxious; she had to take a good look.
To her surprise, as she glanced at the screen, she saw movies and photos. Although the photos were small on the screen, Murong Lian noticed some flesh tones and clicked to enlarge them, quickly realizing they were inappropriate images. After clicking through several of them, all she found were indecent photos.
Damn it! This perverted male actor is using my computer to look at this stuff!
When Mo Ming just opened the door, a roar came from behind him, sounding like a lion roaring in the forest—loud and terrifying.
"Dead Mo Ming, how dare you use my computer to do something bad!"
As that voice rang out, Mo Ming quickly closed the door again and even locked it.
He then turned around with a bitter smile and said, "Calm down, we can't air our dirty laundry. Besides, you should listen to my explanation first..."
"What explanation? You were caught red-handed; no matter how you explain, it won't help." Murong Lian's ample chest heaved with anger as she pointed at him. She glanced down and then picked up a jade statue of Maitreya Buddha from the table, making a move as if to smash it.
Mo Ming hurriedly shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Really, you need to hear me out. I didn't use your computer for anything bad. Do you think I would be that desperate? Don't forget I have a beautiful wife at home who I haven't touched; I'm not as thirsty as you think."
"Stop the nonsense and explain quickly. If I find out you're lying to me, I'll make you a eunuch. Let's see how you can do anything bad then."
"Okay, just take a good look at the photo."
"I don't want to see that disgusting thing!" Murong Lian was even more furious. "You pervert! You can look at it yourself; how dare you ask me to look! I'll smash you for sure."
After saying that, Murong Lian really threw the million-dollar Maitreya Buddha statue as if she had plenty of money to spare.
However, with Mo Ming's skills, he easily caught it. But when Murong Lian picked up the cup of water from the table, he was stunned—it was the scalding coffee that Han Xue had just poured!
Mo Ming said with a bitter smile, "Don't do anything rash; that thing is not a toy. Miss Murong, can you please let me finish explaining before you act?"
"I'm listening; go ahead and explain."
"You really need to take a closer look at who the male lead in that photo is."
Lin Yuan'er cast a suspicious glance at Mo Ming, but driven by curiosity, she decided to trust his words and carefully examined the male lead in the photo. Her angry little face was instantly struck with shock, her expression one of disbelief.
"This man looks a bit like Director Ren..." Murong Lian immediately turned to Mo Ming with an unusual look, disdain evident on her face as she said, "I never expected you to be gay; that's terrifying. No wonder you won't accept Yuan'er..."
After hearing Murong Lian's words, Mo Ming nearly spat blood on the spot. Can you believe it? He felt somewhat depressed, not expecting this woman to have so many wicked thoughts in her head. He forced a smile and said, "That's not just someone who looks like Ren Long; it is him, you idiot woman."
"That's even scarier. Being gay is one thing, but why go for someone so young? Your taste is just too heavy; you don't even spare Director Ren..." Murong Lian shook her head in disbelief.
"Can you stop slandering me? I’m male and I like females," Mo Ming rolled his eyes and quickly added, "Those are all things I hacked from Ren Long's computer... Just stop it; don’t look at me with those strange eyes. Ren Long can behave because of those things."
"Then why are you so nervous? I was just joking with you earlier," Murong Lian laughed while covering her mouth. "I said that guy Ren Long has never liked coming to the office; why is he here today doing manual labor? Turns out it's all because you threatened him with these."
"Can we please not make jokes like this in the future? It's really hard to take," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile and shook his head. "And that's not all; I have to tell you something else—Ren Long has embezzled some public funds."
"What?" The smile on Murong Lian's face vanished immediately, her brows furrowing as she said, "Since you know he embezzled public funds, why don't you make him leave? A parasite like that will only hold the company back."
"Not necessarily. Think about it carefully; Ren Long does have some skills, though he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve and is somewhat greedy," Mo Ming replied. "As long as we utilize him well, he can still be a great help to the company. Besides, Ren Long has good connections and strong work abilities; talents like him are rare these days."
"You have a point. When this company was first established, we didn't have much funding, and Ren Long's help was significant," Murong Lian said. Seeing Mo Ming's surprised expression, she quickly explained, "My dad didn't give me any help. What I have today is built from scratch; I've come this far relying on bank loans."
Mo Ming understood now; at first, he thought Murong Lian's company was funded by Murong Wei. It seemed that Murong Lian was different from other rich girls—she had some ability and didn’t possess too much of a spoiled temperament.
The most commendable thing was her perseverance. Not relying on her family's help to reach where she was today was already quite impressive—a feat many second-generation rich kids couldn't compare to. Take Yang Yuan for example; despite his significant contributions to Ultimate Electronics Company, he did not stand alone.
"It's no wonder. I've always been curious why, with Murong Old Man's wealth, he doesn't just buy the entire building for you. Now I understand, Murong Lian, I must say I'm quite impressed," Mo Ming said, a hint of admiration showing at the corner of his mouth.
"Mm." Murong Lian nodded, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "You know, Mo Ming, you're actually not a bad person. After spending some time with you, I've realized that you're not as cynical as you seem on the surface. It's no surprise that so many women are drawn to you."
"Of course! I'm irresistibly charming; it's normal for women to like me. If no one liked me, that would be strange," Mo Ming replied with a grin, showing no humility because he felt there was no need to be modest in front of Murong Lian.
"Stop being so vain, you deadbeat actor. I only said you're a decent person; I didn't praise your charm," Murong Lian said with a smile, accustomed to his antics. "No matter what happens, you'll always be that lecherous deadbeat actor in my eyes."
"Can't you just forget about it? By the way, I don't understand why you insist on calling me an actor. Please give me a solid reason."
Murong Lian thought seriously for a moment and replied earnestly, "Forgetting is absolutely impossible. As for why I call you an actor, it's because you're lecherous, and I enjoy calling you that without needing any reason."
"Damn it! You're just throwing a bucket of dirt on my head!" Mo Ming said with a frown as he lit a cigarette and settled back on the sofa. "If that's how you're going to put it, I don't mind sharing what happened between us that night."
"You wouldn't dare!" Murong Lian immediately blushed.
Mo Ming took a puff of his cigarette and said, "What do I have to be afraid of? As long as you keep calling me an actor, I'll dare to speak up. Take your time to think about it; I'll just enjoy my smoke..."
Before Mo Ming could finish his sentence, Murong Lian suddenly brandished a fruit knife and rushed at him. "If you really dare to say anything, I won't hesitate to strangle you right now!"
"Swords have no eyes; it's better not to play around," Mo Ming nimbly dodged.
Murong Lian pointed at Mo Ming. "You deadbeat actor are stuck with that title! If you dare to spill what happened that night, I won't mind killing you first and then committing suicide myself. Go ahead and try saying it outside if you don't believe me."
"There's no need for that! Miss Murong, with your noble status, there's no need for such drastic measures with me," Mo Ming teased. "Anyway, I don't even remember what happened that night. Do you?"
"Hmph, at least you know your place." Murong Lian calmed down a bit and said, "You can leave now; I need to start dealing with some matters."
Mo Ming saluted playfully and said, "Then I'll take my leave."
Just as he opened the door, he was met with Yang Yuan's face. It seemed this guy had his informants in the company; otherwise, he wouldn't have arrived so quickly. Mo Ming quickly analyzed the situation and then smiled, "Young Master Yang, the President Mu you've been longing for is inside."
"Hmph, no need for Mr. Mo to remind me; I've heard." Yang Yuan didn't show any friendliness and immediately told Liu Hu, "You don't need to go in; I have something to discuss with Miss Murong."
"Understood," Liu Hu replied respectfully.
Yang Yuan didn't say anything further, casting a hostile glance at Mo Ming before entering the office and closing the door.
Mo Ming paid no mind to Yang Yuan's hostility and teased, "Looks like your master doesn't want you around, grandson."
"Shut your mouth!" Liu Hu's face turned red with anger. He wanted to retaliate but knew that would only lead to him getting beaten up by Mo Ming.
"Be good, grandson; anger is bad for your health. I'll be on my way now."
After laughing a few times, Mo Ming walked away, leaving Liu Hu fuming in place.
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