Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 811: 807: Mo Xiaoyan Is Angry

Chapter 811: Chapter 807: Mo Xiaoyan Is Angry

In the office of the president of Mo Yan Group, Mo Xiaoyan hung up the phone and remembered the face of Xie Liping. The smile she had during her conversation with Ye Fan instantly turned icy, and her beautiful eyes emitted a chilling glow.

The secretary, carrying some documents and just entering, inadvertently met Mo Xiaoyan’s icy gaze and immediately shrank back in fear.

In front of Ye Fan, Mo Xiaoyan was a headstrong and mischievous little girl.

But in front of others, she was the highborn lady of a prominent family. During the time after founding Mo Yan Group and establishing a cosmetics factory, she gradually developed the aura of someone in a leading position, controlling the fates of nearly two hundred employees as the president who held the reins.

The secretary was too scared to speak, and Mo Xiaoyan calmed herself before asking, “What’s the matter?”

The secretary then said, “The marketing department has come up with the results. This is the first phase of the promotion plan.” With that, she placed a file on Mo Xiaoyan’s desk.

“Oh, got it. I’ll take a look when I have time.” Mo Xiaoyan said.

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head out first.”

Mo Xiaoyan nodded but suddenly said, “I need to go back to Hua Hai City tonight. Postpone tomorrow morning’s meeting to the afternoon.”

“Okay, Miss Mo. Do you need a driver?”

Mo Xiaoyan shook her head, “I’ll drive myself.”

After leaving the office building, she got into the car and headed toward Hua Hai City.

Two hours later, Mo Xiaoyan drove into Hua Hai City and dialed Xie Liping’s number. After a few seconds, Xie Liping’s voice came on, “Hey, Xiaoyan, are you looking for me?”

“I told you, don’t address me so intimately. We are not close!” Mo Xiaoyan said coldly, “I’m in Hua Hai City now and need to talk to you.”

“Right now?” Xie Liping was quite surprised.

Mo Xiaoyan asked, “Not available?”

“I’m available, I’m available. Miss Mo wants to see me, I’m always free!” Xie Liping said, “Where shall we meet?”

“That cafe from last time.” Mo Xiaoyan didn’t want to say another word and hung up immediately.

At Xinze Hotel in Hua Hai City, on the king-sized bed in the presidential suite, scenes of passion played out.

After hanging up the phone, Xie Liping moved his left hand off the woman’s mouth, allowing her to catch her breath and ask, “Mr. Xie, who was it?”

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t!” Xie Liping glared at the woman. The disruption of Mo Xiaoyan’s call had sapped his energy. He got out of bed, went to the bathroom for a quick wash, dried himself, and began to dress.

On the bed, the woman wrapped a blanket around herself, exposing one long leg, and said resentfully, “Mr. Xie, what about me?”

“Just stay here!” Xie Liping said, picking up his keys and leaving the room.

After the door closed, the stunningly beautiful woman let out a cold sneer, sat up, lit a slim cigarette, and said, “You think you’re hot stuff just because you have some dirty money? You’re all pomp with no substance. Anyway, it’s always over in twenty or thirty seconds, I’m not interested in your wax gun!”

With that, she took out her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and called someone labeled “Auntie Three.” As soon as the call connected, she cooed sweetly, “Hello, Mr. Sun, it’s me. Are you free tonight?”

Chunhua Road, Blue Island Cafe.

Mo Xiaoyan parked her car, walked into the cafe, and immediately spotted Xie Liping.

“Xiaoyan, here!” Xie Liping stood up and waved, calling out excitedly, his voice breaking the quiet atmosphere of the cafe, drawing disapproving looks from those around.

The waiter nearby thought, dressed in international designer labels and looks pretty decent, but who knew he was so boorish, ten to one he’s nothing but a nouveau riche’s son.

With everyone looking over, Mo Xiaoyan frowned slightly and said to Xie Liping, “Keep your voice down!”

Xie Liping smiled slightly and led Mo Xiaoyan to a private room, gently opened the door, and said, “Miss Mo, please.”

Once they were seated inside, Xie Liping said, “I was too forward just now, but since it’s the first time Miss Mo has asked me out, I was both happy and nervous, so…”

He let the topic drop and asked, “What would Miss Mo like to drink? Surely not just plain water like last time?”

The sight of his face made Mo Xiaoyan increasingly nauseous, and she said bluntly, “I’m not drinking anything. Let’s talk and get it over with.”

Xie Liping was slightly stunned, forcing a smile, “Why the rush?”

“Don’t overthink it,” Mo Xiaoyan said coldly, “Meeting you is not the kind of date you’re thinking of.”

“Uh…” Xie Liping was a bit disappointed but quickly smiled a little, asking, “Is it about the investment matter?” A flash of pride flickered in his eyes.

Mo Xiaoyan folded her arms and leaned back against the sofa, “It’s reached this point, and you still won’t admit it?”

Xie Liping’s heart skipped a beat but showed a slightly puzzled expression on his face, “Miss Mo, I’m not quite sure what you mean.”

“Wang Qiang.” Mo Xiaoyan unexpectedly mentioned a name, making Xie Liping frown.

“Right, a small fry like Wang Qiang wouldn’t catch your attention, right?” Mo Xiaoyan said, eyes full of disdain, “But what about Zhang Kun?”

Xie Liping frowned slightly, “Miss Mo, I think there might be some misunderstanding here?”

“Oh Xie Liping, Xie Liping, I really underestimated the thickness of your skin!” Mo Xiaoyan shook her head, full of fatigue, “You must know about those dealings at Hongguang Real Estate?!”

“If you still want to play dumb,” she pulled out her phone from her bag and opened a call recording.

Zhang Kun’s voice came on.

When the part about the big boss came up, Xie Liping’s expression changed. As the recording ended, Xie Liping took a deep breath and suddenly grabbed Mo Xiaoyan’s hand, “Xiaoyan, Miss Mo, listen to me! I’m doing this not to ruin your cosmetics factory, nor to go against your Mo Yan Group, it’s all because I like you!”

“You like me, so you target me?!” Mo Xiaoyan said coldly, “Is that your twisted logic?!”

She tried to pull her hand away, but Xie Liping held on tightly, angrily demanding, “Let go!”

The waiter, hearing the commotion, thought something had happened and knocked on the door, “It’s none of your business!” Xie Liping shouted outside.

Then he turned his head back to Mo Xiaoyan, pleading desperately, “Xiaoyan, you have to believe me!”

He slapped his own face, “Yes, yes, it’s my doing, but I thought if you encountered obstacles, I could step in and help you!”

Mo Xiaoyan sneered, and with a bit of force, retrieved her right hand. Dealing with a Xie Liping nearly drained by years of indulgence was no challenge for her.

She stood up, pointed at Xie Liping’s nose, “For the sake of Mr. Xie Sr., I’ll let it go this time. But I warn you, if you mess around again, whether it’s against Mo Yan Group or me personally, I won’t be polite anymore!”

Tears welled up in Xie Liping’s eyes. He stood up and grabbed Mo Xiaoyan’s bag, “Xiaoyan, listen to my explanation!”

The response he got was a resounding slap across the face.

Xie Liping fell onto the sofa, a red handprint on his face, completely stunned.

Mo Xiaoyan opened the door and walked out directly.

Two or three minutes later, a hysterical shout came from the private room, “Damn it! Damn it! Who the hell did this?!”