Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Rest well.”
“Sure.”
While under Mo Shan’s strict and brutal guidance, Mo Ning had grown up mature beyond her age, with a eternally calm demeanor. However, in the end, she was still a young girl two days short of legal age.
And even as mature as she was, she still craved motherly love like any other normal person.
Mo Shan simply looked on as she returned to her bedroom. As the door closed, the kindness on her face gave way to menace.
“Huo Yunting, Lu Zhaoyang, both of you never thought of this right.”
I have raised your daughter. And no thanks to Mo Ning’s existence, else how would she survive these long and arduous 18 years?
Every time she was angry, Mo Ning would be the perfect avenue for her to vent.
After pulling that mutt through the mill for eighteen years and raising her to the type she needed. Cold, heartless, and only takes orders from her. A living weapon.
She was waiting—waiting for the day where Mo Ning and the Huo’s are at each other’s throat.
It would be glorious.
Her hatred and glee ran wild within her. Her expression twisted.
Mo Ning returned to her room with a rare feeling of happiness.
Ever since she knew, her mother had hated her and will either scold or beat her up, even using venomous language to ridicule her.
She had simply just endured it, as according to mother, if not for her, her father would not have died, and her mother would not have lost the functions of her leg.
While Mo Shan was not a model parent but she was the only family Mo Ning had.
No matter how badly her mother treats her, she will never abandon her.
Mo Ning turned on the computer and started looking for information about Z Country on the internet.
The more she looked, the more she liked it. An unknown liking. She slowly started to anticipate the days of living in Z Country.
…
Two days later, it was Mo Ning’s eighteenth birthday.
All forty-eight of her classmates had pooled their money and booked a room in the most luxurious club in the capital to celebrate her birthday.
Mo Ning chose a light green dress from her wardrobe and let her waist-length hair run loose, matching her delicate face that had the rare make-up on; literally oozing elegance.
“Mother, I’m off.”
As she greeted Mo Shan, she left the house and got onto a taxi to Club Roman.
A group of people had already been waiting by the door and the moment Mo Ning arrived, they started cheering and whistling.
“Our goddess is here! Round of applause please!”
Clap, clap, clap.
The rest actually clapped like they meant it.
Mo Ning was rather embarrassed but she was used to their teasing. As she walked forward, another torrent of praises were heaped on her that she got goosebumps and had to change the topic.
Mo Ning smiled, “Why did you guys choose this place? Even if we go Dutch, it’ll still be expensive, I’ll pay.”
“No, no, it’s your birthday today, no such thing as you paying.”
“Goddess, let’s go in, we have presents prepared for you!”
“…”
The group broke into a noisy riot but no one dared to touch Mo Ning, not even the edge of her dress.
It was probably due to the image they had of her as a goddess that touching her was considered blasphemous.
Mo Ning was a little conflicted but she never liked to explain herself, so she simply just followed everyone in.
But just as she made her way into the main hall, a ruckus was heard from behind.
“Oh my god, look!”
“Is it Mr Yan? Am I seeing things?”
“Make way, make way! You won’t have enough lives to pay if you bump into him!”
