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Recalling past events made Mo Ming feel somewhat irritable, with anger and pain following closely behind.
Fortunately, there were no nightmares during the night, so after a good rest, Mo Ming's emotions stabilized.
The next morning, when it was time to go to work, he naturally woke up. After freshening up and having breakfast downstairs, he drove Murong Lian to the company.
Due to the previous attack, Murong Lian's red Ferrari was totaled, and she hadn't had the chance to buy a new car yet. For now, Mo Ming had to drive her around.
The drive was silent.
When they arrived at the parking lot of Starry Melody Company, they saw a stylishly dressed guy with a pompadour hairstyle bothering Lin Yuan'er, who appeared quite impatient.
However, the Pompadour Guy continued to cling to her side, refusing to leave. Fortunately, he didn't make any inappropriate moves; otherwise, Mo Ming would have definitely dealt with him.
Seeing this scene, Mo Ming raised an eyebrow and quickly pulled up beside Lin Yuan'er, almost colliding with the Pompadour Guy, who jumped back in surprise.
"Wow... who drives like that? Are you trying to kill me?"
Mo Ming immediately opened the car door, his expression radiating an unapproachable anger while a cold smile played on his lips as he walked toward the Pompadour Guy. Murong Lian also got out of the car.
Upon seeing Mo Ming arrive, Lin Yuan'er's impatient expression vanished completely and was replaced by a joyful smile. She ran over and linked her arm with Mo Ming's before pulling him toward the Pompadour Guy.
"Sorry, but I really have a husband. Look, this is our wedding ring," Lin Yuan'er proudly held out her hand with the ring alongside Mo Ming's hand that wore his ring.
"Oh, so you're that irresponsible man, Mo Ming!" The Pompadour Guy spoke in Chinese with a thick accent that clearly indicated he was from Korea.
Mo Ming smiled slightly and replied, "Then I must be your grandfather."
"Brother Mo, don't pay attention to him; he's crazy!" Lin Yuan'er said discontentedly. "Han Zhemin, Brother Mo has already proposed to me; you can give up now!"
"Of course... not a chance!" Han Zhemin laughed exaggeratedly, his entire face moving as he said, "I don't care whether you're married or not; I have decided that in this lifetime, you are mine, and I won't let you slip away from me."
"Is that so?" Mo Ming did not get angry; instead, he smiled politely and said, "You need to understand something clearly: Yuan is already my wife, and you won't have any opportunity."
"I..." Han Zhemin was about to speak again but was interrupted by Mo Ming.
"Also, the reason I'm being polite to you now is that I can't be bothered to get angry with you. However, if you dare to cross my bottom line, I will make you regret ever coming into this world."
Han Zhemin grinned and said, "Regret coming into this world? No, I will never regret it. If I hadn't come into this world, I probably wouldn't have met such a charming woman as Yuan'er."
"Heh heh, I really didn't expect there to be someone as shameless as you in this world." Murong Lian couldn't help but sneer from the side. "Mo Ming, it seems I misjudged you. It wasn't until today when I met Mr. Han Zhemin that I realized what it means to be thick-skinned."
Lin Yuan'er praised, "Sister Lian is absolutely right; he is indeed shameless and disgusting. He kept pestering me back in Korea, and who would have thought that even after I hid in Nanhua City, he still managed to find me? He's truly relentless."
"Yuan'er, that's where you're wrong. For you, I can be shameless; for you, I can travel thousands of miles to find you..." Han Zhemin's accent was quite heavy.
"Please, it's 'not sparing any effort,' pay attention to your pronunciation."
Murong Lian rolled her eyes at Han Zhemin, a hint of mockery at the corner of her mouth.
"Right, it's 'not sparing any effort'... Yuan'er, I am absolutely sincere towards you." Han Zhemin glanced at Mo Ming and disdainfully said, "This guy isn't even as handsome as me; how could you possibly like him?"
"Tsk tsk, you really think highly of yourself. Honestly speaking, how much did your face cost to get done?" Mo Ming teased.
"You're just openly jealous that I'm good-looking!"
Mo Ming scoffed and said, "Your level of narcissism is beyond imagination. Let me tell you one thing: don't lay a hand on Yuan; otherwise, I won't hesitate to turn you into a clay figurine."
"Yuan'er, you heard it too. This guy keeps talking about those bloody things; he must be twisted in his mind. If you follow him, you won't have a good outcome. Just marry me, and I'll give you all my wealth."
Han Zhemin ignored Mo Ming's words and continued speaking to Lin Yuan'er.
This guy had been undermining Mo Ming and elevating himself since earlier. In Mo Ming's eyes, a hint of killing intent flashed, cold as the wind.
However, Mo Ming looked down on getting angry with someone like this. It was clear that Han Zhemin wanted to provoke him, to make him furious, thus gaining the upper hand in terms of presence.
Mo Ming had encountered such petty tricks countless times; how could he easily fall for this kid's scheme? He smiled slightly and said, "What did you just say about me?"
"I said you're twisted in your mind, heartless and insane!"
As Han Zhemin spoke, Mo Ming immediately raised his hand, which startled Han Zhemin, making him think Mo Ming was going to hit him. He quickly stepped aside.
"What do you want? Can't argue with me so you want to resort to violence?" Han Zhemin retorted defiantly. "Look, Yuan'er, this is the man you like—cold-hearted and violent."
Lin Yuan'er thought Mo Ming was angry and quickly advised, "Forget it, Brother Mo. It's not worth getting mad at someone like him."
"Uh, I think you misunderstood. I have no intention of hitting him; I'm just a bit tired and wanted to stretch my hand," Mo Ming said with a hint of mockery. "You're overthinking it; I don't need to get angry with you since Yuan is already my wife."
"Exactly! Hitting him would just dirty my hands!" Murong Lian chimed in playfully. "I mean, does this shameless guy think being handsome matters? The woman he likes doesn't even like him."
"Hmph, that reminds me of an ancient saying: good pickles are all eaten by pigs!" Han Zhemin declared confidently.
Hearing Han Zhemin's "eloquence," Mo Ming couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Oh please, ancient sayings? I’d say your grandpa has some wisdom! Tsk tsk, how much do you really know about what the ancients said? Was that even an ancient saying?"
"Stop pretending! I know you're angry inside. So what? Why don't you hit me?" Han Zhemin provoked. "Mo Ming, stop playing innocent; you definitely want to slap me, right?"
Mo Ming chuckled and said, "You really have a mouth that deserves a slap, don't you?"
"Go ahead, hit me. Show off your violent side, and Yuan'er will leave you!" Han Zhemin stubbornly stretched his face towards Mo Ming, clearly provoking him.
"Don't mind him, Brother Mo. This guy is just sick; it's not worth getting angry with him." Lin Yuan'er worried that Mo Ming might actually lose his temper, so she quickly grabbed his hand.
This guy's skin was probably thicker than pigskin, truly living up to the saying, "A tree without bark is doomed to die; a person without a face is invincible." However, in front of Mo Ming, this was not enough to make him angry.
Lin Yuan'er thought wrong; Mo Ming had no intention of striking back. Instead, he scoffed and said, "Sorry, you're just being foolish. I won't entertain you. If you're really desperate, you can solve it yourself."
"Mo Ming, I'm starting to doubt if you're a man. I can't believe someone is trying to pursue your wife right in front of you, and you don't even get angry. Tsk tsk, are you really a man?"
Han Zhemin was trying every possible way to provoke Mo Ming, but Mo Ming wasn't falling for it. After all, if you take the world too seriously, you'll lose.
However, Murong Lian could no longer hold back and said, "Put away your disgusting Chinese with that annoying accent. If Mo Ming isn't getting angry, I might just explode. Is it really okay for you to be so shameless?"
"Miss Murong, why get angry? There's no need to be upset." Mo Ming smiled and said, "Yuan has the unique charm of a woman. It's normal for someone to pursue her; if he wants to chase her, let him. After all, Yuan doesn't like him."
This statement was true; it's inevitable for someone to pursue her. It would be strange if no one did. As long as Han Zhemin didn't take any further actions and only used his words, Mo Ming naturally wouldn't lower himself to teach him a lesson.
If he dared to cross the line and do anything inappropriate towards Lin Yuan'er, then Mo Ming wouldn't hesitate to erase him from this world entirely.
Before Han Zhemin could speak up, Mo Ming launched a counterattack.
"Ha ha, thank you for your admiration for my wife. If it weren't for your persistence, I wouldn't have realized how great Yuan is," Mo Ming said with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "So I'll take good care of her; there's no need for you to worry."
"Yuan, so you've been telling me that the idiot who's been pestering you for so long is this guy? Seeing him today, he's truly not impressive—just an idiot," Mo Ming scoffed again and then looked at Lin Yuan'er and Murong Lian. "Let's go."
Ignoring Han Zhemin's pig liver-colored face, Mo Ming turned and left with Lin Yuan'er, while Murong Lian followed closely behind.
"Mo Ming, you'd better not make Yuan'er unhappy, or I will take advantage of the situation. I will cling to you forever, Yuan'er, I love you!"
Once they were away from the shameless Han Zhemin, Mo Ming frowned and asked, "Yuan, who was that shameless guy? He is utterly ridiculous."
"Don't mention it. He's a playboy I met in Korea. After running into him once, he just won't leave me alone. I just arrived in Nanhua City not long ago, and he found me again. It's so annoying."
Speaking of Han Zhemin made Lin Yuan'er a bit angry; he was truly persistent and wouldn't let up for a moment. Everyone had witnessed how shameless that guy was just now.
"I think you've encountered a formidable rival. That guy's shamelessness is on par with yours, if not worse," Murong Lian couldn't help but exclaim.
"Nonsense! That pretty boy doesn't even qualify as my rival!" Mo Ming scoffed. "You all saw it; in terms of presence, he doesn't stand a chance. If he thinks he can provoke me, he's still too inexperienced... Oh no, I forgot to park the car."
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Mo Ming quickly dashed out.
"I'll go park the car; you all go ahead."
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