Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 398: He Doesn’t Have the Guts

Chapter 398: Chapter 398: He Doesn’t Have the Guts

Not only Chen Yong, everyone at the scene was dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on; Tianxi’s attitude had changed too quickly, leaving them all with baffled faces.

Mo Fan’s lips curled up, bewitchingly charming, as he gave Mo Lingwei a half-smile, half-smirk.

At this moment, Lingwei’s brain was also in a mess. How could she still be so arrogant? The wildness in her very bones made Lingwei so jealous that she wanted to trample her underfoot.

Bao Tangtang was stunned, but she always liked to climb up the social ladder when the opportunity presented itself. Straightening her back, she arrogantly declared, "They wanted us to kneel and crawl between their legs, but I don’t need them to do that anymore. Not just anyone has the privilege to crawl under me. Just kneeling and bowing will do."

Mo Fan had a face full of black lines; she really knew how to seize the moment, this brash and arrogant attitude was even more savage than her own.

Chen Yong’s face darkened, his eyes gloomy as he stared at the two of them; but now, protected by Tianxi, they weren’t scared at all.

Bao Tangtang softly asked, "Fanfan, tell me the truth, did you snag a rich backer?"

Just moments ago, the security guards were about to seize them, and now, they’d made a complete 180, addressing her respectfully as Lady Mo. She wouldn’t believe it if somebody said she didn’t snag a rich backer.

Mo Fan: "...Is there a possibility that I am the rich backer?"

Bao Tangtang solemnly replied, "No."

In her life, the last thing she would believe was her best friend picking her up in a supercar.

The sober Bao Tangtang of the human world.

Rather than that, she might as well dream of striking it rich herself.

Mo Fan: "..."

She coughed, and the security guards had already surrounded Chen Yong, making them feel the pressure.

Mo Fan’s lips curved carelessly, sweeping a scornful glance at Chen Yong, she airily said, "Are you going to kneel or not?"

"Delusional." Chen Yong sneered, as kneeling would be a disgrace to his family’s honor.

"Let’s leave."

He didn’t believe anyone would dare stop them from leaving.

Mo Fan stood her ground, lips upturned, cradling her drink with slightly drunken, half-closed eyes, propped against the bar to keep from swaying.

She didn’t seem worried they would leave.

Noticing that they were attempting to leave, Bao Tangtang didn’t plan to stop them; she was just a paper tiger, not brave enough for a confrontation.

The security stopped the trio just a few steps later, meeting an angry gaze.

"Move aside! Is this how Tianxi treats its guests?" Chen Yong’s face grew darker, and panic began to set in.

The security guard looked to Mo Fan; Chen Yong was from a low-tier family, and Tianxi could easily offend him, but they couldn’t afford to cross Mo Fan.

Seeing that Mo Fan didn’t seem inclined to let Chen Yong go, they only hoped she wouldn’t go too far.

"If they want to go out, just throw them out." Mo Fan gently set down her glass, seductively playing with her ponytail, her voice laced with a deadly allure, captivating many men on the spot.

Everyone thought she was merely bluffing, but no sooner had she spoken than Tianxi’s security guards forcefully expelled the trio from the grand doors of Tianxi.

None of the onlookers were fools; if they were in that position, they wouldn’t have the clout to command Tianxi’s security, especially since it was they who had struck first.

Hadn’t she been thrown out of the Mo Family? Even Mo Lingwei didn’t have the influence to move Tianxi’s security; on what grounds could Mo Fan?

They each withheld their expressions, their thoughts varied.

"That do-gooder side of you still wants to speak up for them?" Bao Tangtang lifted her chin, looking triumphantly at Mo Lingwei.

Mo Lingwei’s face alternated between green and white, looking somewhat unsightly, biting her teeth and holding back her grievances, earning a fair amount of sympathy from those around.

Mo Lingwei’s friend stood up to defend her, "What kind of way is that to talk? Lady Mo was clearly speaking up for you all. It’s like a dog biting the benevolent Lu Dongbin, failing to recognize a good heart."

Bao Tangtang never really put up with anyone and couldn’t help but roll her eyes and scoff, "That’s just hilarious, how was she speaking up for us? Why don’t you kneel and crawl under my crotch and try?"

What help did she provide?

She did nothing—did she think she had such great face?

Not worth a fart!

"You!" Her face turned red with anger, speechless, when she just happened to see Mr. Feng behind the crowd, her eyes lit up, and a malicious smile flashed through them.

"Lingwei, it’s Mr. Feng, just wait for Mr. Feng to vent this anger for you."

"No... Let’s just leave," Mo Lingwei stopped her, for the person she least wanted to see right now was Feng Ye. She even had a premonition that he was here to find Mo Fan.

"Lingwei, what are you afraid of? Mr. Feng will definitely take care of it." Mu Yike gave her a reassuring look.

How much Mr. Feng doted on Mo Lingwei was no secret in the whole of Beijing; he was just a bootlicker.

He would undoubtedly take a stand for Lingwei.

Moreover, he was Mo Fan’s former fiancé; who else could be more suitable to cause trouble for Mo Fan?

Mo Fan’s expression upon seeing him would certainly be a sight.

"Mr. Feng, this!" Mu Yike waved her hand high in the air.

Feng Ye and Yun Yue had just entered from the door and were somewhat surprised to see three people thrown out by Tianxi—who dared to cause a disturbance in Tianxi?

Hearing someone calling him, he looked up and immediately saw the most conspicuous Mo Fan in the crowd and strode towards him.

Yun Yue wore a cap with the brim pulled low, hands in his pockets, and sauntering lazily behind him.

People automatically cleared a path for the two of them.

"Young Master Gu, things are getting more interesting—whom do you think Feng Ye will help?" Xie Fangkai stood on the second floor, watching the scene below with amusement.

One was a former fiancée, the other a goddess he had pursued for years.

"Mo Fan," Gu Cong’s lips moved slightly, his eyes deep, seemingly seeing through everything.

Xie Fangkai disagreed, "Really? I think he’s here for Mo Lingwei."

Not long ago, he heard that Aunt Feng got quite mad at Feng Ye, just because he turned down blind dates arranged by her—having eyes only for marrying Mo Lingwei, it seemed impossible for him to be here for Mo Fan.

"Let’s just watch then," Gu Cong took a delicate sip of his drink, elegant in motion, his scholarly and gentle gaze turned to the first floor.

"Mr. Feng, are you here for Lingwei? You have no idea—Lingwei just suffered a great deal," Mu Yike started complaining as soon as she saw him.

When Feng Ye came up to them and saw the broken glass and bloodstains on the floor, his eyebrows knitted together.

Seeing his frown, Mu Yike proudly glanced over at Mo Fan. Mr. Feng was indeed here to support Lingwei—today, Mo Fan would surely make a fool of himself.

"What happened?" His gaze fixed on Mo Fan, his hands sweating slightly from tension, and his legs seemed to disobey him, unable to move forward, his voice a bit hoarse.

His heart was filled with nervousness and fear; he wanted to rush forward and ask if it was her who saved him back then, but what right did he have?

Suddenly, he lost his courage.

He was the one who called off the marriage, and because of that, she was driven out of the Mo Family—how much suffering did she endure and how much blood did she shed to become the Charming Fox of Golden Net?

What right did he have to go up to her and ask? Or maybe, he was more afraid that after asking, they couldn’t even be friends anymore—at least now they were still friends.

She must hate the Mo Family, and hate him too, right?

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