Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Before Ye Yuwei could finish her words, Gu Juexi had already turned away from her to continue his plan.
Yu Jiangqing shrugged. Gu Juexi would never let Ye Yuwei take the risk.
Moreover, Ye Cong was someone who was at par with Gu Juexi in terms of being a psycho.
“Gu Juexi.” Ye Yuwei grabbed his arm. “Ye Cong won’t do anything to me.”
“I disagree that he won’t do anything to you. The only reason you’re fine right now is that you’re from that orphanage. Otherwise, Ye Cong could have killed you just because you were the cause of that fire,” Gu Juexi said as he turned to look at Ye Yuwei.
Ye Yuwei slowly loosened her grip on his arm. Eventually, she felt a sharp pain blossoming in her chest.
She was indeed the cause of the fire.
Yu Jiangqing leaned against the table and looked at Ye Yuwei, whose expression had changed. “His willingness to let you go now proves how important the orphanage is to him. The level of abhorrence he had for Mo Tian reflects how important the orphanage is to him.”
This logic was also the reason why Gu Juexi was unwilling to tell Ye Yuwei from the beginning. Ye Cong was definitely killing Mo Tian—he would do anything to kill Mo Tian.
He was not Buddha or Guan Yin; he had no regard for other people’s lives.
Ye Yuwei pursed her lips tightly as redness surrounded her eyes.
Gu Juexi placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered, “I can handle it.”
Ye Yuwei looked down and nodded.
At the villa’s wedding venue, Mo Fei and Ye Cong had already exchanged their rings. However, Mo Tian had yet to take action. What was he waiting for?
When the priest asked the bride and groom to kiss, Ye Cong naturally moved closer. Mo Fei immediately pressed her fist on Ye Cong’s stomach and threatened in a low voice, “If you dare come close, I’ll cripple you.”
Ye Cong’s lips curled up slightly before his lips landed on Mo Fei’s face. “All this for Qian Yikun. Is it worth it?”
Ye Cong’s kiss disgusted her. Even though the kiss only landed on her face, she still could not accept it.
At this point, Mo Fei shot Ye Cong a glare that could kill. “At least he’s better than you. He won’t murder innocent people.”
“No, baby. To me, there is no such thing as being innocent or otherwise. What relation do they have with me?” Ye Cong replied in a low voice. His ears twitched. “Looks like the show he wants you to watch is about to begin. Mo Fei, you don’t seem to understand Mo Tian much after all.”
After Ye Cong finished speaking, Mo Fei suddenly raised her head to look at him. In the next second, a group of people rushed in from the entrance of the hall. The first to be pushed in was the members of the Ding family. Due to the previous car accident, Ding Junqi’s face was pale. Ding Junhui, who was also pushed to the ground, hurriedly helped Ding Junqi up.
“Big Brother—”
Mo Fei responded with a violent stomp. Her pupils constricted, and even her breathing came short and sharp.
Ye Cong grabbed her hand immediately, stopping her from running over.
“Hello, my girl1.” An empty voice rang from the sky. “Are you satisfied with this wedding gift?”
Mo Fei raised her head to look around while Ye Cong waved his hand as an order for his people to remove the puppet guests from the area. The person he was waiting for had arrived.
“Master, you really don’t understand your disciple. What do these people have to do with me?” Mo Fei suppressed her fear and continued to smile wickedly.
After the guests in the living room left, an aerial projector was placed at the entrance. Mo Tian appeared on screen, sitting on a sofa. He held a cigar in his hand, and the way he puffed out the smoke made him look like the devil.
