Yu Siqiao got an affirmative answer from Mo Shu, and he was even more furious, saying, "You dare!"
Seeing Yu Siqiao’s furious demeanor, Meng Yunjing asked, "Could it be, Young Master Yu, that you’re jealous?"
Without thinking, Yu Siqiao blurted out a denial, "Bullshit!"
Meng Yunjing sneered, "Then what do you mean?"
"I..." Yu Siqiao suddenly paused mid-sentence, then quickly continued raging, "What do I mean? Shouldn’t I be the one asking you all what you mean? Look at Mo Shu," he yelled, "You are my fiancée, and in the future, you will be my wife, the mother of my child. Don’t you have any self-awareness now? As my woman, and not even married yet, you’re flirting with other men. Don’t you have any regard for me, your fiancé, anymore!"
Not far away, Ou Feng, who had caught wind of the commotion, covered his face.
What a fatal response!
Sure enough, Mo Shu scoffed soon after, saying, "Brother Yun Jing and I are relatives. We grew up together sharing a blanket. If there was anything between him and me, it wouldn’t be your place to question," Mo Shu sneered, "Rest assured, the hat on your head isn’t green yet; there’s no need to flaunt your ridiculous male dignity!"
Yu Siqiao’s anger was stirred even more, his upset clearly escalating.
Gu Wenjuan hurriedly intervened, saying, "Young Master Yu, the Princess is pregnant and not in the best of tempers. Please be generous and don’t argue with a pregnant woman."
Meng Yunjing saw Gu Wenjuan’s intervention and his brows furrowed.
But Mo Shu just gave them a cold glance and said, "Brother Yun Jing, let’s go."
"Mo, Shu!" Yu Siqiao shouted furiously, "Stop right there!"
However, how could Mo Shu possibly listen to him? She had already turned around and walked away.
Gu Wenjuan blocked him, pleading, "Young Master Yu, Young Master Yu, please think about the child the Princess is carrying and don’t be angry..."
Yu Siqiao’s face darkened, looking ominous as he stared at Mo Shu’s retreating figure, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Ouch, my Brother Yu!" A bruised Ou Feng came over with a wry smile, "They say you’re a genius among geniuses, but how come you can’t even speak properly? How could a woman possibly tolerate such words!"
Not to mention the Princess; even he felt like slapping Yu Siqiao upon hearing that.
Yu Siqiao glared at him viciously, and Ou Feng hurriedly continued seriously, "Acting this way will only push the Princess further away. If you want the Princess to fall in love with you, you certainly can’t make her angry."
"Love my ass!" Yu Siqiao cursed with rage, "Want me to fawn over that dead woman? What does she think she is!"
At that moment, the lighting at the scene dimmed a bit, and a slow, sentimental music began to play.
Ou Feng immediately went along with his sentiment, "Right, you can’t spoil that kind of woman, but we can’t just watch her drift away, right? We need to think of a way to win her back!"
"Win back my ass!" Yu Siqiao sneered, his eyes fixed on Mo Shu and Meng Yunjing.
Meng Yunjing gentlemanly extended his hand to Mo Shu, who smiled and placed her palm in his. Then, the well-matched pair embraced and began to dance gracefully together.
"Motherfucker!" Yu Siqiao violently grabbed Ou Feng, threw him aside, and barked, "Get lost!"
Then, nearly violently, he grabbed Gu Wenjuan’s hand and dragged her onto the dance floor, "Dance!" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel·fıre·net
So it’s just a dance partner he needed? Well, he had one too!
What’s so great about that!