The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 302: Need to Give a Red Envelope Again?_1

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Need to Give a Red Envelope Again?_1

Yanjing, the Mo family, in the living room.

Mo Heng sits on the sofa, gripping his cane with both hands, immersed in deep thought with furrowed brows.

Mo Fan stands respectfully to the side, not saying a word.

Xia Shuyuan grips Mo Shaoyun’s hand, shaking her head and sighing ceaselessly.

Though it has not yet been a year, they are essentially aware of everything that has happened in Tiandu. Confronted with this kind of situation, if Mo Shaoyun refuses, they would be unable to coerce her.

That Zhang Xian is indeed overly audacious. Although it’s okay to be fickle, he goes about it blatantly, with every kind of woman.

"Since you’re back, let’s properly celebrate the Lunar New Year!" said Mo Heng, standing up. " After the Spring Festival, you and Xiao Nan will continue working at Tiannan Group."

Mo Shaoyun looked at Mo Heng and asked, "Grandpa, you mean..."

Mo Heng said, "Although a year has not passed yet, whether or not you want to be with Zhang Xian is entirely up to you. Grandpa will no longer force you. Previously, I didn’t predict that things would turn out this way."

Mo Shaoyun lowered her head, eyebrows knitted in thought.

Since grandpa has stopped being a hardliner, she should be happy. However, thinking of Zhang Xian in Tiandu, she found it impossible to cheer up.

That guy, he must be enjoying life now, right? Perhaps, initially, she never should’ve fantasized about Zhang Xian and should have just completed the year and come back. Then, she wouldn’t be so bothered today.

"Sigh..." Xiao Nan glanced at Mo Shaoyun and sighed deep within her heart.

Although Zhang Xian may be a womanizer, deep down, she really hoped that Mo Shaoyun and Zhang Xian could end up together. At least Zhang Xian is genuine and doesn’t play games behind one’s back.

That Zhang Xian..."

Mo Heng leaning on his cane murmured complaint as he ascended the stairs, "He’s been in seclusion for so long and hasn’t come to see us. Damn it!"

"Dad, let me help you upstairs," Xia Shuyuan quickly caught up.

Mo Fan glanced at Mo Shaoyun and said, "You must be tired from driving all day. Go ahead and rest."

"Mm," Mo Shaoyun nodded, "You should also go to bed early."

Mo Fan gently patted Mo Shaoyun’s shoulder, shaking his head and sighing as he ascended the stairs.

More than half a year had passed, and he was aware of the grievances his daughter had endured. Although he couldn’t deny he was a strict father, she was his only daughter and it would be a lie to say he didn’t worry.

"Look!" Xiao Nan bitterly laughed.

Mo Shaoyun asked, "Look at what? Can you be more explicit?"

Xiao Nan retorted, "Haven’t you noticed that your failure has left grandpa and the rest deeply disappointed? I feel like they actually hope you could bring Zhang Xian back."

Mo Shaoyun sighed and said nothing. She used to not know why her grandpa valued Zhang Xian, now she knew.

That guy is indeed extraordinary. However, even so, she still found it unbearable to tolerate Zhang Xian’s womanizing. Mostly because, that guy is too successful with women. They are not struggling with just two or three women, but ...

In less than a year, Zhang Xian has managed to charm nearly ten women. If this continues, how many women will Zhang Xian eventually have? Tens? Hundreds?

"Ding dong..."

Suddenly, a cell phone began to ring.

Xiao Nan took a look at her mobile phone and then a glance at Mo Shaoyun before quickly walking to one side.

"Sister Nan, have you arrived yet?" came Zhang Xian’s voice from the other side of the phone.

Xiao Nan replied, "We just arrived not too long ago. What is the call about? There’s no point in saying those words like ’I miss you’ and such because I don’t miss you right now."

"Eh, no, I just wanted to ask if you guys arrived. Things have been pretty hectic here in Tiandu, I’m worried that you guys might run into danger."

Xiao Nan frowned, "What do you mean? Make it clear."

"Never mind explaining, I just wanted to confirm your safety. Since you guys have arrived, forget it! You should rest early."

Xiao Nan wanted to say something more, but the beeping sound of a disconnected call was heard on the other line, making her quite vexed.

Meanwhile, she also felt something was off. Why had Zhang Xian suddenly summoned Wen Yulan, Fu Meiting, and Duan Hong over to their place? Could it have a special reason?

"That guy, why doesn’t he just tell us clearly? It’s always like this..." Xiao Nan was furious.

After spending so much time together, she couldn’t claim to completely understand Zhang Xian, but she wasn’t unfamiliar with him. Zhang Xian had suddenly called to confirm their safety, she was certain that something was about to happen in Tiandu.

Even more so, she felt that Zhang Xian deliberately wasn’t holding them back, so as to keep them away from whatever battlefield was coming.

"Forget it, it’s too late to reverse what’s happened." After putting her phone in her bag, Xiao Nan returned to sit on the sofa.

The reason Mo Shaoyun was angry wasn’t that Zhang Xian called Wen Yulan and the others to Dong Qian’s villa, that was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. What Mo Shaoyun minded were Zhang Xian’s romantic exploits, carried on without any restraint. Regardless of Zhang Xian’s reason for calling Fu Meiting and the others, the goal was only one, to include them in his harem collection. This was the part Mo Shaoyun found most difficult to accept.

Seeing that Xiao Nan received a call and intentionally avoided her, Mo Shaoyun asked with a furrowed brow, "That call earlier, it was from that Zhang Xian wasn’t it? What is he up to?"

"I didn’t do anything, just asked if I had." Xiao Nan didn’t express his thoughts, knowing it would be pointless to do so.

Mo Shaoyun nodded, didn’t ask any further and turned to go upstairs.

...

Time flew, with Lunar New Year’s Eve fast approaching.

Wen Yulan was going back to her hometown for the festival and had taken Yueyue with her a couple of days earlier.

Dong Qian’s grandparents all lived far away, and every Spring Festival they would return to their hometown. So, she left with Dong Tianchen and Shen Jialin.

Before leaving, Dong Qian and Dong Tianchen invited Zhang Xian to accompany them, but he declined. There were still two beauties here who needed his company, so he couldn’t leave.

"Sigh, what a miserable year!"

Zhang Xian leaned against the door, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He watched Fu Meiting and Duan Hong building a snowman outside with a bitter smile on his face.

If Mo Shaoyun and the other girls were here, the villa should be lively. However, those women had all gone home, leaving him, Fu Meiting, and Duan Hong alone.

"Zhang Xian, why are you moping around? Tonight is New Year’s Eve, can you stop being a buzzkill?" Fu Meiting ran over and asked.

Zhang Xian laughed, saying, "I’m not upset!"

"You say you’re not, but your face tells a different story!" Fu Meiting pinched Zhang Xian’s face and smiled, "Come on, smile. Worst case, I’ll keep you company tonight."

Zhang Xian’s eyes lit up like lightbulbs, "Really? You’ve finally agreed to sleep with me."

Fu Meiting blinked, saying, "Hmm, but it depends on how you behave."

"Cough, cough.." Zhang Xian coughed a few times, looking depressed, "Elder Sister Meiting, that’s practically the same as saying nothing! This whole ’behavior’ thing is a total scam!"

"Of course!" Fu Meiting responded, "If you upset me, how can I sleep with you? Do you want me to shed tears in bed with you?"

Zhang Xian’s lips twitched unnaturally, and he turned his head away, not wanting to deal with Fu Meiting. She used to be always teasing him, but now she’s the one rejecting him.

You must admit, this feeling is depressing.

He had to resist when she was teasing him, and he still had to resist even when she wasn’t, he was always resisting.

"Hey, have you prepared the red envelopes?" Fu Meiting suddenly asked.

Zhang Xian asked, "What red envelopes? Yours?"

"We don’t want your red envelopes! They’re for Buckteeth Zou and the others!" Fu Meiting explained, "The custom here in Tiandu is to respect your elders. They won’t come tonight but they’ll certainly come tomorrow morning. As their boss, don’t you think you should give them red envelopes when they come to wish you a happy new year? You don’t have to give much, but something small is necessary!"

"Oh, I see, I wasn’t aware of that, as I’m not part of the underworld." Zhang Xian rubbed his nose, "So, how much should I give?"

Fu Meiting responded, "It can’t be less than 8,800. It’s mainly about whether you care about your reputation!"

Zhang Xian laughed bitterly, "How about 800? I... I spent all my money in Yantai, I barely use any here, so..."

Fu Meiting slapped her forehead, "As long as you’re willing to give, any amount will do. Even 8.8 dollars is fine."

"Well...." Zhang Xian nudged Fu Meiting, "Elder Sister Meiting, I know you’re rich, could you lend me some money?"

Fu Meiting grimaced, "No."

Zhang Xian pulled at Fu Meiting’s clothes, "Don’t be stingy!"

"I just won’t give you any." Fu Meiting looked at Zhang Xian smugly and ran off laughing.

This guy usually loves to show off, isn’t he full of himself? This time, she wanted to watch him make a fool of himself, to see how much he could give as red envelopes.

When Zhang Xian checked the storage ring and found only a little over 200 dollars, he was depressed. Was he really going to give red envelopes worth 8.8 dollars?

No way, that would be too humiliating! Everyone else gives a minimum of 8,800. If he only gave 8.8 dollars, wouldn’t his brothers flip the table in outrage?

Seeing that Duan Hong was still building a snowman nearby, Zhang Xian quickly ran over. He slapped Duan Hong’s butt and laughed, "My lovely Elder Sister Hong, can we discuss something?"

"Ah..." Duan Hong jumped up and turned to ask, "What... what do you want to talk about?"

"I know you’re rich. Could you lend me some money?" Zhang Xian knocked Duan Hong with his shoulder and laughed, "Bro’s a little strapped for cash lately!"

Duan Hong blinked in surprise, "Borrow money from me? Are you kidding? I’m broke!"

Zhang Xian asked, "How can you possibly be broke? Your company is so big, there’s no way it’s out of money."

Duan Hong explained, "Tao Jinbao froze my previous bank account, I haven’t had time to deal with it. As for the company, although Uncle Da got me a bank card, I’ve never brought it here."

Zhang Xian slapped his forehead, "Elder Sister Hong, how could you come here without bringing money?"

Duan Hong replied, "Didn’t you say you would take care of me? So I didn’t bring any money! What? Are you changing your mind and don’t want to support me anymore?"

"No... no, I just need some money." Zhang Xian laughed bitterly, "Usually, no matter where I go, someone else pays the bill, so I never really think about money. But Elder Sister Meiting just came to tell me that Buckteeth Zhou and the others are coming tomorrow. She told me to prepare red envelopes, saying that the minimum amount is 8,800. But I only have a little over 200 on me. If I really have to hand out red envelopes, the most I could give would be 8.8 dollars."