Ji Yemo spoke calmly, but Ji Yebai couldn’t help frowning as he listened.
"Brother, you and Sister Xixia, it’s been ten years... how can you be okay with this?"
Ji Yemo scoffed at himself, "It’s who let her down."
With just that, Ji Yemo didn’t want to say more and hurriedly left.
-
Canglan Hotel.
Ruan Xixia’s agent, ng Xianxian, paced back and forth with an anxious expression.
Today, Xixia signed a new movie. The director arranged a gathering that brought together investors and main cast mbers.
It was supposed to be just a dinner party, but it turned out to be a trap set for Xixia.
The investor took a liking to Xixia, incessantly urging her to drink, and this person was precisely soone the Ruan Family couldn’t afford to offend.
With no alternatives, ng Xianxian thought of Ji Yemo and sent him an SOS text ssage.
Those re ten-plus minutes felt like an eternity to her.
Finally—
A tall figure in a custom-made shirt and black trousers approached, his handso face as sharp as a blade, covered in a layer of frost, emanating a powerful aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.
"President Mo!" ng Xianxian approached him, "Xixia is inside... Please, save her quickly..."
Ji Yemo slightly nodded, pushed the door open, and walked straight in.
A private room full of chaos and miasma; seeing such a scene, Ji Yemo’s brows furrowed with cold sternness.
"Mr. Mo, what brings you here?"
Ji Yemo’s reputation was well-known in Ying City.
In a mont, flattery and sycophancy ca non-stop.
"I’m here to pick soone up," Ji Yemo’s voice was deep and indifferent.
"Oh? I wonder who it might be..."
Grabbing the wrist of an inebriated Ruan Xixia, Ji Yemo calmly declared, "My brother’s sister."
The investor was shocked, "Brother’s sister?"
Is it possible he ssed with soone he shouldn’t have?
"She and my good friend Liang Qianli are about to get married soon. I hope everyone here can show so courtesy on that occasion." Ji Yemo nodded in greeting, lowering his voice, "Can you still walk?"
Ruan Xixia smirked slyly, her naturally stunning features enhanced with that smile, adding to her allure.
The so-called beauty that brings life to colors, and a beauty that captivates a nation was surely no better than this.
"My legs are weak, I can’t walk, you carry ." She leaned on Ji Yemo as if boneless.
The man carried a fresh cologne scent mixed with subtle tobacco.
Ji Yemo looked at her expressionlessly for a few seconds, wrapped one arm around her waist, the other under her legs, and with a slight effort, lifted her horizontally.
"Farewell," he said.
...
As night fell, the wind was slightly cool.
The Maybach parked by the roadside, a tall man set down the woman in his arms.
From his pocket, he took out a pack of cigarettes and a silver Zippo lighter, deftly flipped open the lighter, and brought it to his lips.
With a flick, a pale blue fla ignited.
Ji Yemo, with a cigarette dangling, asked nonchalantly, "Why didn’t you call Qianli?"
Ruan Xixia chuckled, her pale, slender hand slipping to his lean waist, fumbling for a mont before pulling out a cigarette.
Ji Yemo let her be, his sharply contoured face expressionless as ever.
He flicked the lighter and brought it close to Ruan Xixia’s red lips.
Ruan Xixia dodged and pulled his tie downward, her exquisite and radiant face getting closer to his, lighting her own cigarette with his.
"I thought you’d be more interested in knowing why I had Xianxian call you."
Ji Yemo ntally cursed her as a siren, that perennially unchanging icy expression on his face finally cracking slightly.
"Why?"
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