Wen Xiao’ai’s words instantly darkened Jun Moyan’s face. Although he knew she was speaking out of anger, he simply couldn’t stand to hear her say such things.
The onlookers who heard Wen Xiao’ai openly cursing Jun Moyan were all dumbfounded.
Rumors had it that the third young master of Capital City was brutal and cold-blooded, with ruthless methods and enormous power. No one dared to cross him.
Now, in this situation... who could tell them what exactly was going on?
Could that young lady be the girlfriend of this third young master?
Even if she were his girlfriend, to curse him in front of so many people, showing so little respect, wasn’t that just too... recklessly bold?
Qing Yi and Bai Tang, however, didn’t react much. After all, that young lady had been even bolder in her cursing that morning.
"Heard that? She said I should keep her," Bai Tang provocatively looked at a scowling Jun Moyan.
Outwardly satisfied, but actually quite upset inside.
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It was hard enough to find someone he liked, only to discover she was already taken.
And taken by Jun Moyan, no less!
Bai Tang’s words were simply pouring oil on the fire.
Jun Moyan clenched his jaw tight, so angry he was nearly grinding his teeth to bits.
"Are you really not coming back with me? You want him to keep you?" Jun Moyan stared at Wen Xiao’ai, each word heavily emphasized.
Hearing Jun Moyan ask this way, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t keep calm and began to panic.
He wouldn’t really get angry and then actually leave her behind, would he?
Wen Xiao’ai looked towards the grim-faced Jun Moyan and hesitated, but remembering how he had grabbed her neck, hadn’t trusted her, and had aggressively told her to leave that morning, she couldn’t swallow her pride.
She defiantly retracted the small step she had just taken and turned her head away, ignoring him.
Her palms were already sweating with nervousness, truly afraid he’d get angry and just walk away.
She had thought Jun Moyan would say something threatening again but unexpectedly, he simply ordered his men to act:
"Qing Yi, Bai Tang, bring her over to me!"
Both nodded and stepped towards Wen Xiao’ai.
Just then, about a dozen men in black rushed from various corners and blocked them.
The atmosphere immediately became tense as a drawn bow.
"What do you mean by this?" Jun Moyan glared at Bai Tang, who was still seated.
Bai Tang stood up from his chair and reached out to pull Wen Xiao’ai behind him.
But Wen Xiao’ai, as if avoiding a plague, took two steps back and looked at him unfavorably: "What are you doing?"
"You’re mine now, why, can’t I touch you?" Bai Tang raised an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Who’s yours? Don’t talk nonsense, I’ve already split half the money with you, and I said I’m not going back with you," Wen Xiao’ai glared at him, wishing she could use a spell to shut him up.
If he kept on with this nonsense, Jun Moyan would truly not take her back home.
If you make me unable to go home with Jun Moyan, I’ll really burn this place down.
"It was clear from the beginning, you don’t have the say to refuse."
"I’ll just return all the money to you, and you can pretend I was never here." Wen Xiao’ai moved forward and put the money back on the gambling table.
"Ha, what do you take my place for? Come and go as you please? Do you really think Bai Tang has nothing better to do than to fuss with you?" Bai Tang said these words with a charming smile still on his face.
But the words that came out were dangerous and aggressive.
Those familiar with him knew, he was angry.
"If I want to leave, you really can’t stop me."
"Really? Then let’s see about that." Bai Tang was becoming increasingly interested in Wen Xiao’ai.
She really was quite pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at her.