The man who spoke ca with the woman; his na is Ma Jinghang. Ma Jinghang kept staring at Mo Yuchu, his gaze unwavering.
"Indeed, Mo Yuchu, you’re here today because of us. Shouldn’t you be thanking us?"
The woman next to Ma Jinghang is his cousin, Ma Yixi.
Ma Jinghang, Ma Yixi, Ren Maner, and Mo Yuchu are all freshn at Liu University.
Ma Jinghang is purely a spoiled rich kid. Ma Yixi also relies on her family background to bully those at school who have a less privileged background.
Mo Yuchu guessed that Ren Maner was probably threatened by Ma Jinghang and Ma Yixi into deceiving her into coming here.
Mo Yuchu’s expression was indifferent, not even glancing at Ma Jinghang and Ma Yixi, but instead focused on Ren Maner, who was standing by her side with her head down, not daring to look her in the eye.
"Why?"
Mo Yuchu’s voice was icy, with a faint sense of authority.
Ren Maner lowered her head, twisting her hands, looking uneasy.
"I’m sorry, Yuchu, just join them for a al, they an no harm."
Ren Maner didn’t dare to look at Mo Yuchu at all. She was afraid that if she t Mo Yuchu’s eyes, she’d feel guilty. It wasn’t intentional; yesterday she was threatened by Ma Yixi and Ma Jinghang, and if she didn’t bring Mo Yuchu here, they wouldn’t leave her alone.
Mo Yuchu gave a cold smile.
"Ren Maner, you can leave now; if you handle this well, you’ll have my protection under Ma Yixi, and no one will bully you again."
Ma Yixi smiled smugly while Ren Maner nodded with her head down, stood up, bit her lip, looked at Mo Yuchu one more ti as if hesitant, but finally left.
After Ren Maner left, Ma Yixi mockingly stared at Mo Yuchu, "How does it feel to be betrayed by your best friend?"
Ma Yixi’s dislike for Mo Yuchu was no secret at Liu University. The grudge between the two was quite simple: once Ma Yixi was bullying Ren Maner, and Mo Yuchu rescued Ren Maner and even taught Ma Yixi a lesson. This caused Ma Yixi to hold a grudge against Mo Yuchu, who often retaliates against Ma Yixi’s troublemaking.
As for Ma Jinghang, during one of Ma Yixi’s attempts to teach Mo Yuchu a lesson, he noticed Mo Yuchu’s beauty.
Upon learning that her spoiled brother liked Mo Yuchu, Ma Yixi devised a plan for Ma Jinghang to win Mo Yuchu over.
Today is the fruition of her plan: by threatening Ren Maner to bring Mo Yuchu out, she arranged for a decent restaurant hoping this poor Mo Yuchu would see the rits of wealth, and once Mo Yuchu tasted it, she wouldn’t escape from Ma Jinghang’s grasp.
"Mo Yuchu, as long as you’re with my brother, there will be plenty of benefits for you in the future!"
"You’ve never been to a restaurant like this, aren’t you tempted?"
Ma Yixi tempted Mo Yuchu, who internally sneered. This kind of restaurant? How laughable that such a shabby place could even tempt her.
"Indeed, as long as you’re with , this money is yours, and there will be more in the future."
Ma Jinghang took ten thousand yuan from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Mo Yuchu.
Mo Yuchu glanced at the money on the table and picked it up, Ma Jinghang and Ma Yixi smirked triumphantly.
Ma Yixi looked sarcastically at Mo Yuchu, thinking she was truly pathetic to be swayed by just ten thousand yuan. Disgusting.
Ma Jinghang reached out to touch Mo Yuchu, a silver needle appeared between Mo Yuchu’s fingers, although Ma Jinghang was unaware. Just as he smiled and was about to touch Mo Yuchu, Mo Yuchu lifted her finger slightly, embedding the needle into Ma Jinghang’s wrist. He only felt a slight ant-bite sensation on his wrist and paid it no attention.
Mo Yuchu retracted the silver needle, raised her hand to brush Ma Jinghang away, stood up, and smiled mockingly, "Ten thousand yuan? That’s a lot!"
She raised her hand and vigorously waved it upwards, scattering the ten thousand yuan into the air, letting it fall to the floor.
Many in the restaurant were stunned, staring at the money falling from mid-air, while many squat to gather the banknotes into their bags.
From a secluded corner of the restaurant, a loud clapping sound was heard, and a male student shouted, cheering.
Mo Yuchu and the angry Ma Jinghang and Ma Yixi looked towards the source of the voice.
At a few ters’ distance, two young n were seated, one of whom, a handso man, turned and applauded vigorously, while the other man’s profile was strikingly handso, though slightly pale, occasionally coughing softly. His tall stature and elegant deanor attracted the gaze of many who couldn’t look away.
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