A fashion queen

Meanwhile, Mo Yunting frowned, looking thoughtfully at the man limping not far away. After a moment, he turned his head and his gaze fell on Cui Xueying again. He gently reached out his hand, patted her shoulder, and asked gently, "Is it true? But, looking at you, why do I feel like he bullied you?"

"No, no, you might have seen it wrong." Cui Xueying lowered her eyes, her gaze flickering, and she never dared to look up to meet his gaze. Her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, and her heart was as flustered as a little rabbit jumping around.

She knew very well that if this matter was investigated further, it would definitely cause an uproar, so at this moment she just hoped that this farce could be put to an end as soon as possible.

Cui Xueying's heart tightened as she recalled the man who used to get jealous and sullen the moment a strange woman even approached her. And today, she was actually with a strange man again, and he had just happened to see her! This was bad news. With his jealous and possessive nature, who knew what kind of fuss he would make when he got home.

Thinking of this, Cui Xueying could no longer remain calm. She hurriedly said to Mo Yunting, who had an unclear expression in front of her, "Yunting, let's go home quickly." There was a hint of urgency in her tone, as if she was afraid that something bad would happen in the next second. At the same time, there was a faint pleading in her tone, as if she hoped that the man in front of her would put the matter aside for the time being because of her anxiety and not get angry on the spot.

Hearing this, Mo Yunting's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of doubt flickering across his deep eyes. But he quickly regained his composure, nodded slightly, and replied, "Yes, okay." As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand and gently placed it on Cui Xueying's frail shoulder, moving with great care, as if afraid to hurt her. The warmth from his palm seemed to convey a silent sense of comfort and strength.

Despite being a man with incredibly sharp intuition, Mo Yunting knew deep down that this matter was far from as straightforward and simple as Cui Xueying had claimed. However, seeing her hesitant and embarrassed expression, he simply couldn't bear to force her to reveal the truth. After much deliberation, Mo Yunting sighed and decided not to pursue the matter further, figuring that everything would simply take its course. Then, Mo Yunting abruptly turned around, staring at Lu Yu with a cold and threatening gaze, and uttered, "Get out of here! If I see you again, I'll make sure you're in for it!" His icy tone sent a chill down his spine.

After saying that, Mo Yunting no longer paid attention to Lu Yu. Instead, he carefully protected Cui Xueying and walked to the front of the car. He opened the door and waited until she was seated firmly before getting in.

Immediately afterwards, the driver stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away like an arrow, soon disappearing from Lu Yu's sight.

Lu Yu, who remained where he was, stood still like a statue, his eyes fixed on the receding car. The corners of his mouth slowly lifted, a profound smile gradually forming. That smile was like a bottomless lake, seemingly calm on the surface, yet concealing countless turbulent undercurrents. It seemed to harbor countless unknown secrets and complex emotions, like a mist, elusive.

It was not until Mo Yunting's car completely disappeared from his sight that he slowly reached into his pocket, took out his mobile phone skillfully, slid his fingers nimbly across the screen, and quickly dialed a number that he had already memorized.

Almost instantly, a familiar voice echoed from the other end of the line. Lu Yu's lips curled up slightly, creating a barely perceptible arc. He lowered his voice and said softly, "I've changed my mind and am planning a new strategy. Until then, please hold your ground and await my further instructions..." His tone was gentle, but it held a hint of playful amusement, as if a unique game was about to unfold, filling him with anticipation and excitement.

At the same moment, Mo Yunting, sitting in the car, noticed through the rearview mirror that Cui Xueying, who was sitting beside him, still looked extremely depressed. She had her head lowered, her eyes were dull, and she looked lifeless and listless.

Seeing this, Mo Yunting's brows knitted together uncontrollably, forming a deep furrow between them. His deep, ocean-like eyes flickered with a complex light as he pondered how to break the oppressive, heavy atmosphere.