"You were looking for me last night?"
Mo Qian didn’t know Xi Nanfeng had come over the previous night. Hearing him say that, he was a bit surprised.
Xi Nanfeng glanced at Ji Wei beside him and shot him a look. "Well, uh... nothing much really. I was just bored, wanted to chat with someone to kill time. I heard from Chen Ke you were here, so I came over to check."
Although Mo Qian didn’t quite understand the hint in Xi Nanfeng’s look, he knew for sure he was lying based on what he’d said. Yet, he refrained from questioning further in front of Zhu Ming’an.
Now that everything had been laid bare, he didn’t plan to stay any longer.
Mo Qian pulled Ji Wei’s hand and stood up to leave.
Seeing this, Xi Nanfeng turned to Zhu Ming’an and quipped, "Uncle Zhu, your family’s bed is pretty comfortable. Thanks for giving me shelter last night."
After saying this, he followed Mo Qian and the others outside.
Mo Qian walked a few steps before abruptly stopping and turning back. His deep, icy eyes locked onto Zhu Ming’an as he warned, "Oh, by the way, President Zhu, you’d better not make any desperate moves. Otherwise, your good-for-nothing son might just end up crippled by the underground casino crowd one day."
Zhu Ming’an felt a chill run through his body, staring in fear at Mo Qian, who was already at the doorway—cold, refined, and imposing.
Mo Qian had anticipated all his potential ways to retaliate and blocked them entirely.
This man was terrifying.
At the villa’s entrance, the driver, Old Xu, was already standing beside the car with hands down, waiting for them.
All three got into the vehicle.
Once the car began moving, the ever-restless Xi Nanfeng turned around from the passenger seat, raising an eyebrow smugly at Mo Qian. "Old Mo, I did you a huge favor last night. You owe me big time."
In the back seat, Mo Qian pulled Ji Wei into his arms, completely unconcerned about the fact that there were two others in the car. Upon hearing Xi Nanfeng’s words, he slightly parted his lips, his demeanor lazy yet sharp as he asked, "What did you do for me?"
"It’s a long story. If you don’t believe me, you can call Assistant Chen for confirmation," Xi Nanfeng replied.
"Alright, I’ll ask him now."
Mo Qian took out his phone decisively and dialed Chen Ke’s number.
Rarely seeing Mo Qian this straightforward, Xi Nanfeng was still savoring the anticipation of receiving a grand token of gratitude. Yet, he failed to notice Mo Qian’s expression growing colder and colder as he listened to Chen Ke’s report.
As Mo Qian ended the call and put the phone back into his pocket, Xi Nanfeng immediately leaned forward to ask, "So? I wasn’t lying, was I?"
"Hm, you weren’t lying." Mo Qian’s voice was deep and unreadable.
"So what’s your plan to thank me?" Xi Nanfeng asked, grinning broadly.
"Thank you?" Mo Qian’s tone lifted slightly, his gaze sweeping over the overly smug friend in front of him, who clearly had no idea he’d crossed the line. "Did I lose a bet with you? Refuse to kiss some random woman? And now you’re making up slanderous lies about me, expecting gratitude?"
Three consecutive questions made Xi Nanfeng involuntarily furrow his brow.
The smile on his face froze.
It’s over, it’s over... He got too carried away earlier and completely forgot about this!
Xi Nanfeng awkwardly scratched his head. "Well, uh... you know, when acting out a scene, you have to make it convincing. I said that to make it more believable."
"Oh?" Mo Qian raised an eyebrow, his voice as cold as shards of ice. "When have you ever won a bet against me? Twisting the facts—is that convincing to you?"
Xi Nanfeng was momentarily at a loss for words, stammering for a while before stiffly responding, "Whatever—at the time, I came up with it in the heat of the moment! You can’t blame me for that."
Mo Qian let out a faint, contemptuous snort, his voice firm and unyielding as he stated two icy words: "Get out."