Jun Moyan led Wen Xiao’ai, who was looking around hesitantly, directly toward a stunned Shangguan Yu. Orıginal content can be found at novelFɪre.net
As he saw Shangguan Yu completely flabbergasted, a hint of smugness flashed through his eyes.
"Mr. Shangguan, that good brother you mentioned, it wasn’t Mr. Jun the Third, was it?" The girl, watching Jun Moyan approaching, couldn’t help but let her eyes shine, her heartbeat picking up speed.
But when she saw Wen Xiao’ai whom he was holding, her mood became indescribable.
She considered herself quite attractive and well-mannered, but compared to this girl... She didn’t even dare to lift her head.
Not just her, at first every girl’s eyes in the room were on Jun Moyan, but then, all eyes swiftly moved to Wen Xiao’ai.
It must be an illusion.
Shangguan Yu closed his eyes, counted a few seconds, then opened them again.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Jun Moyan arriving right in front of him, which gave him quite the scare.
He looked at Jun Moyan, then at Wen Xiao’ai, his face showing an expression as if he’d seen a ghost, "What, what’s going on?"
Jun Moyan, giving a smile that was not quite a smile, glanced at him, then at the girl surnamed Tan standing beside him, and said, "Mrs. Shangguan has good taste."
"What good taste, what are you playing at?" Shangguan Yu grabbed Jun Moyan and walked away with him.
Leaving the girl standing there looking completely baffled.
Pulling Jun Moyan aside, Shangguan Yu, seeing the two still holding hands, immediately became upset, "Moyan, that’s really underhanded of you, weren’t you supposed to come and help me?"
"But, what does bringing someone mean?" Shangguan Yu said, glancing at Wen Xiao’ai again.
"You didn’t say I couldn’t bring someone."
"No, you, you actually brought a woman, and you’re holding hands, are you sick?" Shangguan Yu reached out to touch Jun Moyan’s forehead.
Then he touched his own, mumbling to himself, "It’s not hot."
"You can’t be fake, can you?" Shangguan Yu lifted Jun Moyan’s other arm, even thinking about tearing his clothes to inspect him.
Jun Moyan slapped his hand away, "I’m perfectly normal."
"No, you’re absolutely not normal." Shangguan Yu said seriously.
Glancing at Wen Xiao’ai, who was frowning and looking at him as if he were a madman, Shangguan Yu suddenly thought of something:
"Tell me honestly, where did you find her? Did you pay her to come here just to show off to me? Have you got more? Find one for me too, just to deal with my mom, I need one that looks just like her."
"She is Xiaoguai’s former owner, there’s only one of her."
Pay money? Try finding another one just like her and let’s see?
Shangguan Yu blinked, "Xiaoguai’s... former owner?"
He foolishly sized up Wen Xiao’ai from head to toe, then after coming to his senses said, "You got involved with someone’s former owner while raising a cat? And she’s so young, is she even an adult yet? You’re committing a sin."
Shangguan Yu got more and more agitated, almost pulling Jun Moyan aside to give him a proper lecture.
"Can’t you speak properly?"
"No, seriously, brother, you mess with someone’s owner and that’s bad enough, but what do you mean by bringing her here at this time? Are you helping me or making things worse? I don’t care, I’m borrowing this girl tonight to handle my mom.""
"This is mine, not lending." Jun Moyan said, gripping Wen Xiao’ai’s hand tightly.
Fearful that someone else might snatch her away.
"Yours is yours, no one’s competing with you, but tonight..." Shangguan Yu saw Mrs. Shangguan approaching them, feeling like his end was near.
"Brother, my mom is here, just lend her, please lend her." Shangguan Yu said as he tried to grab Wen Xiao’ai’s hand, trying to pull her to his side, but Jun Moyan quickly pulled Wen Xiao’ai back a step.
"Damn." Shangguan Yu was so angry he jumped up and down.