A fashion queen

"Bai Yumo, do you think I'm so naive as to be easily fooled by your absurd words?" Mo Yunting's face was as gloomy as water. He slowly squatted down, like a volcano about to erupt. He stretched out his large, iron-like, strong hand and grasped Bai Yumo's chin tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he was crushing it. His eyes were as cold as frost, as if they could pierce the depths of a person's soul. With endless indifference and contempt, he spoke coldly.

"Believe it or not, it doesn't matter to me. One day you will be... cough cough cough..." At this moment, Bai Yumo was covered with wounds, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, but he still stubbornly resisted the waves of pain from his body. He tried his best to move the corners of his mouth and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, followed by a burst of creepy laughter that made people's hair stand on end.

Mo Yunting's brow furrowed in disgust, as if he had encountered something extremely filthy and disgusting. He violently shook off Bai Yumo's blood-soaked face. Then, he swiftly stood up straight and turned to face the solemn, battle-ready bodyguards behind him. His expression was as cold as ice, and he gave an order in a low, commanding voice: "Take this reckless fellow away immediately and throw him into the dungeon. Keep him under strict guard!"

After receiving the order, the numerous bodyguards did not hesitate and sprang into action like arrows from a bow. They rushed forward, using their hands and feet to roughly drag the already defenseless Bai Yumo away, creating a chaotic scene.

Watching Bai Yumo walk further and further away until he disappeared, Mo Yunting fell into deep thought. He secretly made up his mind to investigate this matter thoroughly and find out what unknown secrets Bai Yumo knew.

At the same moment, Mo Yunting was secretly wondering whether Bai Yumo's words would come true. After careful consideration, he decided to implement more stringent security measures to ensure the safety of himself and Cui Xueying.

Cui Xueying saw that everything was settled, and walked out from the hiding place with her father side by side. She hurriedly ran straight to Mo Yunting, her face full of concern, and asked anxiously: "Yunting, how are you now? Do you feel unwell?" Her words were full of anxiety.

Mo Yunting gently shook his head, indicating that he was fine. He then turned around and said to Cui Xueying in a soft, soothing voice, "Don't worry, I'm fine. But what about you? Are you hurt? I clearly saw you fighting with those people just now. Could it be that you possess martial arts skills?"

"Huh? I just felt quite weak recently, so I found a master and learned some self-defense skills. I didn't expect that they would come in handy today." Cui Xueying winked at Mo Yunting playfully, hinting that they would discuss the matter in detail after returning home. After all, her father was still here at the moment, and some things were really inconvenient to say clearly in person.

"As long as you are safe and sound, I'm fine. Do you know that when I first received your message for help, my heart almost jumped out of my throat! You really scared me! Promise me that no matter where you are going in the future, you must tell me first, okay?" Mo Yunting stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go.

"Well, okay, I understand." Cui Xueying patted his back gently to show that she already knew his feelings.

At that moment, a violent coughing fit shattered the warm atmosphere. Cui Yongyuan, unable to endure any longer, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his chest with one hand, while the other desperately covered his mouth, trying to stop the bleeding. The blood slowly seeped through the cracks between his fingers, dripping onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.