A fashion queen

"Yue'er..." Xiaohong wanted to say something to Cui Ziyue, but suddenly she found that there was a person's back outside the cafe that made her feel very familiar.

The man was handsome and the woman was ethereal. Standing together, they looked like a perfect match, flawless and perfect. However, she was surprised to discover that the man was Mo Yunting. So, the private affair he'd been talking about was actually this kind of romantic affair. She had never imagined he could be such a philandering man, even though he already had Cui Ziyue, yet he was still flirting with other women. The way he was being affectionate with that beautiful woman clearly indicated a special relationship.

Cui Ziyue had no idea what Xiaohong was observing, so she could only wait quietly for her to tell her where to go play. She stared at Xiaohong intently, and Xiaohong couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "Damn it! Men are such playboys, so unreliable! If you really believe a man will be faithful, then a sow can climb a tree! Humph!"

Yet, on this side, the situation was a world away. Mo Yunduo seemed oblivious to what was happening. Like an excited little bird, she eagerly spread her wings and swooped toward the car window. Her heart was filled with rosy fantasies about meeting Song Yuhang, while she also secretly pondered what she would say to him later.

In a moment, the car stopped steadily in front of a cafe.

Mo Yunduo got out of the car in a hurry like an arrow shot from a bow, and ran towards the store like a lively and cute little deer.

Song Yuhang arrived at the agreed location early and waited. When he saw the familiar figure in the distance, the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily, and his face bloomed like a spring flower, with a smile as bright and warm as the sun.

"Brother Yuhang!" Mo Yunduo was like a lively and cute little rabbit. She took brisk steps and ran towards Song Yuhang happily, giving him a big hug without hesitation.

Mo Yunting, who was standing not far behind, silently watched the extremely warm and beautiful scene in front of him. After sighing softly, he shook his head helplessly, but his eyes revealed his deep love for his sister.

However, at this moment, Xiaohong, who was standing nearby, witnessed everything that happened in front of the cafe. She was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. The fire of anger in her heart suddenly erupted like a volcano: "I really feel so sorry for you, Yue'er! You love Director Mo wholeheartedly and unreservedly, but he treats you like this. It's simply too much!"

Faced with Xiaohong's sudden accusations and questioning, Cui Ziyue was at a loss. She looked at her in confusion, frowned and said, "Xiaohong, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word you say." She really couldn't understand why Xiaohong's mood changed so quickly. She was smiling happily one second, but suddenly became furious the next.

Xiaohong pointed her finger forward, staring at Mo Yunting with angry eyes, who was smiling, and asked indignantly: "Take a good look at who that person over there is!" He pinched the beautiful woman's nose lovingly, and Xiaohong couldn't help cursing in her heart.

Cui Ziyue, filled with suspicion, followed her gaze. It would have been better if she hadn't looked. The moment she did, she was struck by a bolt from the blue. She froze in place, her eyes fixed on Mo Yunting. He was intimately linked arm in arm with a beautiful woman, who leaned against him like a little bird, and his eyes were filled with endless doting. The smile on his lips was like an incredibly sharp sword, ruthlessly and cruelly piercing Cui Ziyue's heart, leaving her heartbroken and nearly suffocating. How could he treat her like this? His actions were like a sharp blade slicing through her heart, shattering it into pieces.

At that moment, Mo Yunting was completely oblivious to Cui Ziyue's presence in the cafe. He continued to chat happily with the person beside him and strolled forward. However, when he suddenly felt a burning gaze fixed on him, he was startled to realize that Cui Ziyue had appeared before him. He was slightly startled, then a dazzling smile appeared on his face. He walked towards Cui Ziyue and asked softly, "Yue'er, why are you here?"

"Director Mo, you're truly despicable! Today I learned that Yue'er isn't the only woman in your sight. There are other women in your heart." Xiaohong's hair stood on end in anger, her eyebrows raised, and her beautiful eyes, round as bells, glared fiercely, as if she wanted to skin Mo Yunting alive. She hated such philandering, fickle men the most. Even if they held a high position and held immense power, she couldn't calm her resentment.

Cui Ziyue's delicate body trembled slightly at this moment, her eyes glistening with tears, her heart pierced with grief. She stared intently at Mo Yunting, her lips trembling as if she had a thousand words to say, but ultimately, none came out. At that moment, Xiaohong's words pierced her heart like an incredibly sharp sword, leaving her in agony. Before Mo Yunting could recover, Cui Ziyue had already bolted from the café like an arrow from a bow.