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"Are you kidding me? Yang Yuan has already kicked you out, and you still dare to stay here!"
"Why can't I be here? Yang Yuan wants to kick out the bodyguard Mo Ming, but I'm not Mo Ming today, so he wouldn't dare to kick me out." Mo Ming smiled meaningfully, swirling the red wine in his glass before handing it to Murong Lian.
"1982 French red wine."
"Thank you." Murong Lian took the glass and instinctively said thank you, then shot a glare at Mo Ming, saying irritably, "The person standing in front of me isn't the jerk Mo Ming, is it a ghost instead? You better be honest and tell me what's going on."
"Alright, the truth is that Yang Yuan invited Williams Mo, not Mo Ming." Mo Ming chuckled and said, "But he didn't realize that Williams Mo is actually my American name. Now do you understand?"
"You are Williams Mo!" Murong Lian exclaimed in shock. "Are you sure you woke up before coming here? Williams Mo is the latest major shareholder of Phoenix Grand Hotel. Are you serious?"
"I'm not joking; that's the truth. I am Williams Mo. I think I mentioned to you before that if this hotel were mine, that would be great. Well, now it is mine." A slight smile appeared on Mo Ming's lips as he continued, "You don't need to look at me so shocked. Murong Old Man gave me his shares, and I used some means to acquire the rest."
Murong Lian felt as if she hadn't woken up yet; this was too shocking and hard to believe. She shook her head in disbelief, feeling almost crazy, and quickly took a sip from her wine glass, saying, "Okay, your identity is too intimidating; I can hardly believe it."
"Ahem... there's something I need to tell you." Mo Ming cleared his throat and said with a laugh, "That wine glass, I've used it. The spot where your lips touched was exactly where I had sipped from."
"Mo Ming!" Murong Lian gritted her teeth in anger, putting down her wine glass and preparing to pounce on him.
Mo Ming laughed and raised his hands in a gesture of truce, which actually made Murong Lian stop. He looked around and then said, "Miss Murong, there are quite a few people here; you should act like a lady."
"Act like a lady? You must be joking! Mo Ming, you're asking for trouble! It's disgusting; just thinking about your filthy mouth touching that wine glass makes me nauseous!" Murong Lian retorted dismissively, disregarding any lady-like image she might have had and wanting to give Mo Ming a piece of her mind.
Knowing that Murong Lian wouldn't fall for this tactic and wanting to avoid losing face in such an occasion, Mo Ming could only shrug and say, "Don't be impulsive. In fact, I just picked up that wine glass; I haven't drunk from it."
"Can I trust you?"
"Of course, you must trust me." Mo Ming said earnestly, "Do I look like someone who would lie with such a handsome face?"
"Handsome guys are the best at deceiving people; otherwise, how could so many foolish girls adore them!" Murong Lian scoffed and said, "But are you a handsome guy? That's ridiculous. No matter how you look at it, you're utterly sleazy, just a clumsy man."
"Actually, it's not that great," Mo Ming replied nonchalantly, smiling as he said, "Murong Lian, if you don't believe me, at least believe Williams Mo; he's a trustworthy person."
Murong Lian looked at Mo Ming as if he were an idiot and said, "Aren't you Williams Mo? I used to think he had a grand image, but now I feel like I've been mistaken. His image has depreciated because of you." After a pause, Murong Lian added, "Come here; I promise I won't hit you."
"No matter how much his image depreciates, at least he's still Williams Mo," Mo Ming laughed a few times and said, "Alright, Miss Murong, I was just joking with you earlier. I really haven't drunk from that cup."
"Fine, I'll trust you one more time. If you dare to trick me again next time, I swear I'll personally cut off your manhood and make you a qualified eunuch," Murong Lian thought for a moment and nodded. "Don't doubt it; after offending me, you'd better not eat or drink anything because it might be poisoned."
"There's no need to be that harsh. It's just that you drank my saliva; it's not a big deal. People say once you've drunk it, you have to obey. Just listen to me," Mo Ming said casually. "Hey, you're lucky; others want to drink it, but I wouldn't give it to them! Is it really that serious about cutting off your manhood?"
"Go to hell!" Murong Lian retorted angrily. "You perverted male actor, watch your words! What do you mean drinking your saliva means I have to listen to you? Why should I? I'm not interested in your filthy stuff; who knows what diseases you might have!"
"Oh, you've caught me. Actually, I do have a disease," Mo Ming laughed a few times and whispered in her ear, "Miss Murong, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier; I actually have AIDS, and the blood on you is from my transfusion to you, so..."
"Mo Ming! Stop talking nonsense! Do you really want to be a eunuch?" Murong Lian's eyes flashed with embarrassment as her cheeks turned red. "I'm telling you, don't ever bring this up again; otherwise, you'll wish you were dead!"
Mo Ming grinned mischievously and asked, "Are you sure it's not the other way around?"
"You really are a dead pervert and a big lecher; your words are always extremely annoying!"
Murong Lian was so angry she stomped her feet. Just as she was about to confront Mo Ming for an account of his words, she saw that he had already slipped away. The volume of their conversation had been somewhat loud, and everyone around had heard it and was casting strange glances at her.
This made Murong Lian feel even more embarrassed; her already flushed face deepened further. Many people present knew her, and in order to maintain her image, she could only swallow her anger.
"Ha." Murong Lian took a slow breath to calm herself down and subconsciously reached for another drink. Just as she was about to bring the glass to her lips and recalled what had just happened, she felt it was still untrustworthy. Angrily putting the glass down, she silently vowed: "Dead Mo Ming, you'd better be careful; don't let me find an opportunity to get back at you!"
Escaping from the "Court Purification Supervisor" Murong Lian, Mo Ming had a smile on his face again. He casually picked up a cup from the table and took a small sip when Fu Meng walked over with Tian Meng.
Fu Meng hadn't changed at all; his swaggering demeanor and mischievous grin almost made Mo Ming spit out his drink. He walked over with his hands behind his back, looking somewhat like a leader.
"Uncle, I didn't expect Yang Yuan to invite such a big shot like you," Mo Ming greeted politely, glancing around before adding with a smile, "Isn't Auntie here tonight? I haven't seen her."
"She has something to take care of and can't make it tonight," Fu Meng suddenly said with a serious expression, startling Mo Ming. He thought Fu Meng was going to reprimand him for Lin Yuan'er’s injury, but instead, Fu Meng continued, "What big shot am I? You, my boy, are Williams Mo. Compared to you, what am I? You've been hiding pretty deep; I can't believe you've kept it from me for so long!"
"Uh, I just didn't want to draw too much attention. After all, I have enemies everywhere, and I'm afraid it might implicate those around me," Mo Ming replied with a wry smile.
"Oh?" Fu Meng frowned and said, "If that's the case, why are you making your identity so clear now? Aren't you afraid of enemies coming after you? It seems like you're putting yourself in the spotlight."
"Hiding my identity is meaningless now. The attack on Yuan shows that my identity has already been exposed. They will come looking for me sooner or later, and before that happens, I need to grow stronger quickly," Mo Ming's eyes gleamed fiercely as he declared, "I want to take this opportunity to openly declare war on that organization. I'm Mo Ming; if you have the guts, come and kill me!"
"Good lad, you indeed have guts. I support your idea. Sometimes, attacking is the best defense; being led by the nose by the enemy is not a solution," Fu Meng said with a smile as he patted Mo Ming on the shoulder.
"Uncle, I want to ask you for a favor."
"Sure, go ahead. As long as it's something I can do, I'll definitely help you," Fu Meng replied without hesitation.
"As the mayor of Nanhua City, I'm sure you can manage this," Mo Ming said. "Help me secure half a year’s time and strictly control access to prevent anyone from bringing firearms in. After all, no matter how strong a person is, encountering cold-blooded firearms is still dangerous."
"This is simple; you can rest assured. Tomorrow I'll issue an order prohibiting firearms from entering Nanhua City under the pretext of 'preventing terrorist activities,'" Fu Meng nodded and said. "I don't know what you're planning or what enemies you're dealing with, but I hope you won't harm the interests of the people of Nanhua City; otherwise, I will firmly disagree."
"I can't tell you the details right now, but please trust me, Uncle. I was once a soldier and have patriotic spirit. What I'm doing is solely for the safety of our country and has no personal motives," Mo Ming assured him.
"That's good to hear. A tiger father doesn't raise a dog son; I believe you'll be as patriotic as your father," Fu Meng nodded in satisfaction and added, "Mo Ming, treat Yuan'er well as your wife; don't let her down."
"Yes, I will," Mo Ming nodded and said, "I plan to find a suitable time to hold the wedding that has not yet taken place with Yuan. However, I need to dismantle that organization first. It won't be too far off, I promise."
"That's all I need to hear. I believe that even without a wedding, as long as you treat her well, she will feel happy," Fu Meng said reassuringly. "Don't wait until you've lost something to realize its value; there is no going back in time."
Mo Ming nodded and replied, "I understand. Uncle, please rest assured, since Yuan is my legal wife, I will definitely treat her well."
"It's best that you think this way. To be honest, when I first heard you were avoiding Yuan'er, I was quite disgusted with you. I thought you were being irresponsible," Fu Meng scolded. "Damn it, at that time I just wanted to shoot you!"
Mo Ming could only smile bitterly at Fu Meng's words; after all, his initial thoughts had indeed let Lin Yuan'er down. Regardless of his intentions, he had not taken responsibility for her.
Fu Meng continued, "But later Yuan'er told me it was because you had a guest in your heart. I understand; it's hard to let go of someone you've loved before. However, I hope you can understand that rather than reminiscing about the past, it's better to cherish the present."
It was evident that Fu Meng had experienced something similar in the past. When he spoke of this, a hint of sadness crossed his features as he sighed lightly and said, "I've said too much; really too much. Alright, I'm going to chat with a few friends now."
Fu Meng then led Tian Meng toward their old friends Cao Jingfan and Ye Buluo. Their relationship was not only that of old friends but also former classmates. During their university days, without the help of Cao Jingfan and Ye Buluo, Fu Meng would have found it difficult to reach where he was today.
On ordinary days, the three shared a great bond and often gathered together. This time they accepted Yang Yuan's request largely because of these two friends.
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