Ou Feng wailed loudly, "Young Master Yu, I—I... Ah!"
Yu Siqiao glanced coldly at Mo Shu, then turned and walked away.
Mo Shu was about to say something when Ji Yun approached her and said, "Princess, Mr. Cheng Du is waiting for you."
Frowning, Mo Shu glanced at Yu Siqiao, whose retreating figure screamed trouble, and said, "Have Ji Ren and Ji Biao keep an eye on things, don’t let him get beaten too severely."
This was the first time Mo Shu met Cheng Du.
Cheng Du looked very young, under thirty, dressed in a suit, clean and kind-faced.
Sitting at the coffee table by the railing, smoking a cigarette, his gaze stretched out over the sea. His posture was straight, his skin darkened, his hair cropped, and his features rugged—it was not difficult to tell he was of military background.
Sensing someone scrutinizing him, Cheng Du turned his head, his gaze landing on Mo Shu.
Cheng Du had known for a long time that Mo Shu was beautiful, but upon seeing her with his own eyes, he couldn’t help being stunned by her radiance.
She was much more beautiful in person than in photographs.
That aura of hers, something photos could not capture.
Stubbing out his cigarette, Cheng Du stood up, smiled at Mo Shu, "Hello, I’m Cheng Du."
Mo Shu smiled back, "Mo Shu."
Cheng Du nodded, "Please, have a seat."
Mo Shu kept her smile, unashamedly taking a seat.
Cheng Du indeed had a clear purpose, foregoing small talk, he got straight to the point.
Mo Shu had anticipated this, yet she feigned surprise on her face, going along with his words.
Cheng Du had already heard from Yu Siqiao about Mo Shu’s personality, the image of a bad-tempered and willful young lady deeply etched in his mind.
But contrary to expectation, she didn’t seem to be that way at all.
This Princess Mo was much more formidable than he had imagined, whether in conversation or in reaction, not at all as inadequate as Yu Siqiao had described. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel★fire.net
Cheng Du chuckled inwardly.
Indeed, he shouldn’t have trusted Yu Siqiao, the paranoid.
Ou Feng was tied up and brought to a luxurious suite. Thrown to the floor, he was close to crying out, "Young Master Yu, I truly did not covet Princess Mo, please forgive me! I swear, even if Princess Mo really fell for me, I—I—I... I would never succumb. I would never do anything to betray you, I swear on my life, Young Master Yu!"
Yu Siqiao looked down on him from above, let out a cold laugh, "That woman might be blind, but she wouldn’t set her sights on someone as spineless as you."
Ou Feng hurriedly nodded, "Right, right, right, Princess Mo would definitely not fancy me, but I have to criticize you there, Young Master Yu. Princess Mo has the best taste in men I’ve ever seen, otherwise how could she have chosen you, the cream of the crop among men?"
Yu Siqiao’s eyebrows raised slightly, he tugged at his lips, "Such a waste not to rip that tongue out of your mouth."
Ou Feng was almost scared witless, shouting, "Young Master Yu! Everything I said is the truth! Every word is from the bottom of my heart, absolutely no falsehood, may heaven and earth bear witness, Young Master Yu!"
Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, he said, "Just now, I saw the way you interact with Princess Mo and felt there was a problem. I might not dare claim expertise in other areas, but I’m absolutely top-notch when it comes to emotions. If you trust me, I guarantee, within three months, you’ll definitely capture her heart!"
Yu Siqiao’s face turned dark, "Her heart is already mine!"
Ou Feng’s expression stiffened, then insincerely clapped his hands and roared, "Exactly! But, you see, women need to be trained."