The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 215 - Chapter 215 0215 Want to get beaten up

Chapter 215: 0215 Want to get beaten up? Chapter 215: 0215 Want to get beaten up? A moment later.

The handsome face took on a meaningful depth.

“Now I’m increasingly curious about which deity entertained Brother Fu enough to make him willing to quit his ways for soup and broth.”

Everyone seemed intrigued by this question, their eyes brimming with playful amusement.

Mo Shangjie turned his gaze towards the man who had been sitting quietly aside without speaking, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

“It’s said that not even you could save face for the boss, what a letdown, Chi Mu.”

Dressed in a sharp suit, the man’s distinctly jointed fingers also held a cigarette, and his entire demeanor exuded an air of nobility and elegance.

His features were incredibly handsome, with seductive phoenix eyes slightly carrying a teasing lilt, deep-set facial features, and long, abstinent legs.

His eyes were distant, lazily nonchalant, the expression on his face indifferent, his dark pupils radiating a bone-chilling aloofness that rejected others from a thousand miles away, his whole presence emitted an air of detached coolness.

“Isn’t there still you in front?”

He slightly hooked his lips upwards, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, his face devoid of any warmth.

Chi Mu, the current person in charge of the Chi Family, mysterious and low-profile, the largest shareholder and the highest decision-maker of Starry Media.

Starry Media, also considered a subsidiary of the Chi Family, has become the leading force in the entertainment circle with the backing of the Chi Family, controlling half of the entertainment world’s territory.

Like Mo Shangjie and Wen Jichen, he was one of Fu Qiyuan’s many brothers.

“Damn!”

Once again expressing his exclamation, Mo Shangjie glared at him fiercely, his face twisted with malice.

“Did you eat gunpowder today? Or did your girlfriend dump you?”

The action of holding his cigarette paused, and Chi Mu’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, the cold light in them spilling out instantly.

Then it vanished as swiftly as it had appeared, back to indifference.

“Are you itching for a fight?”

In other words, looking for a brawl?

Chi Mu took a deep inhalation of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, the white smoke gradually blurring his features, his posture elegant and composed, giving off an air of languid defiance, a touch of a dandy gone astray.

Mo Shangjie’s eyes rolled, and he instantly calmed down.

He did want to rush up and beat this dandy to a pulp, but alas, he wasn’t his match!

In their previous scuffles, he always ended up the one getting steamrolled.

And the boss, he could steamroll all of them by himself.

Unable to gain an advantage over Chi Mu, Mo Shangjie turned his attention to Wen Jichen.

Wen Jichen sat quietly in the corner, the dim lighting shrouding his face in shadows, with only the illumination from the LCD screen making his handsome yet cold features appear intermittently, his expression one of callous indifference.

“Jichen, are you really comfortable letting your White Moonlight fend for herself among those wolves? The entertainment industry is a mixed bag, hardly the place for genteel gentlemen.”

Subsequently.

Wen Jichen’s dark eyes lifted slowly, regarding the mischievously ill-intentioned Mo Shangjie.

He crushed his cigarette into the crystal ashtray on the coffee table, his voice cool and collected as he spoke.

“Looking for a beating?”

Compared to Chi Mu’s circumspection, Wen Jichen was obviously much more straightforward.

Just as everyone perceived him.

Ruthless to kin, impervious to soft or harsh approaches, heartless and cruel, with brutal methods.

For someone who could confine his own mother, how much sentiment could one expect from him?

Anyone who crossed him, regardless of who they were, would pay a heavy price, and not even his parents were exceptions.

Similarly, once he took someone to heart, it was either Heaven or Hell.

To love or not to love, both were a sweet burden!

A burden unbearable!

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