Jing Zhiyue’s footsteps halted, thinking about her seeking out Mo Haoxuan to kill Qin Qin. Could it be that Mo Yunchen had found out and was coming to settle the score with her?
No, even if Qin Qin was dead, he couldn’t possibly know it was her.
With this thought, Jing Zhiyue relaxed and brightened with a beautiful smile, "It’s Master Mo looking for me."
"Yes! Miss Jing, please come with us."
Upon entering the car with two men in black, Jing Zhiyue sat there somewhat nervously, wondering what Mo Yunchen wanted with her. Could it truly be that he had discovered his feelings for her?
At the thought, anticipation flashed across Jing Zhiyue’s face.
Although she claimed to hate Mo Yunchen, she would certainly be pleased if he were to turn back to her.
After some time, Jing Zhiyue’s eyebrows knitted together, "This isn’t the way to Master Mo’s villa. Where are you taking me?"
"You will know soon, Miss Jing."
The car turned and entered a large, secluded private residence. The carved gate was opened, and men in black stood rigidly all around—it was the Mo Clan.
" What are you doing here? I want to go back!" Sensing something was amiss, Jing Zhiyue clenched the car door, intending to get out.
" Miss Jing, please get out of the car." The car stopped, and several men in black approached and shouted coldly at Jing Zhiyue, "Master Mo is waiting for you, don’t make Master Mo impatient."
After a struggle, Jing Zhiyue was escorted into the great hall of the Mo Clan.
The great hall of the Mo Clan was vast and empty, with more than a dozen men in black standing inside. Jing Zhiyue was brought in and made to stand in the hall, with Mo Yunchen’s tall figure standing opposite her, back turned, his form tall and robust.
"Master Mo, Jing Zhiyue has been brought here."
Mo Tang and Mo Sheng stood to the side, looking at Jing Zhiyue with coldness in their eyes that had never been there before. They had always shown Jing Zhiyue a trace of respect, considering she had been by Mo Yunchen’s side for over ten years, persistently treating Master Mo’s illness. But now, any respect had dissolved in the face of Jing Zhiyue’s venomous actions.
No one expected the usually kind and touching Jing Zhiyue to be so vicious, hiring assassins to commit murder.
Mo Yunchen turned around, his usually indifferent eyes now filled with fury, which made Jing Zhiyue stiffen, unable to move. She had always known about Mo Yunchen’s ruthlessness, but she had never truly witnessed it.
Three black-clad men escorted three foolish-looking assassins forward.
"Jing Zhiyue!" he called out in a deep and sexy voice.
It was the first time she heard him call her name, but it was not filled with joy, but fear.
"Do you recognize these three men?" Mo Yunchen walked towards Jing Zhiyue with measured steps.
Listening to the footsteps drawing nearer, Jing Zhiyue trembled with fear, "No... I don’t recognize them."
Indeed, she did not recognize them; they had been sought by Mo Haoxuan, and Jing Zhiyue did not know them.
"Ha, you don’t recognize them? Could it be that they are not the assassins you sent to kill Qin Qin?" It didn’t matter if she didn’t remember, he didn’t mind reminding her.
"No... no, how could I possibly send someone to kill Qin Qin? She and I have no grievances."
Jing Zhiyue retorted, obviously, she would not admit it.
"Are you sure you have no grievances with her?" Mo Yunchen’s mocking smile was devilish as his narrow phoenix eyes coldly watched the panicked Jing Zhiyue.
"Good, do you know the consequences of bullying her?"
After Mo Yunchen spoke, he walked toward the three delirious men, a military knife somehow appearing in his hand.
The small Swiss army knife was being twirled in Mo Yunchen’s hand. A flash of red glinted in his eyes, and with a swift movement of his right hand, blood splattered and the mad assassin cried out in pain.
Mo Yunchen’s right hand rose again, and blood sprayed forth.
But this was not enough; how could it be?
Mo Yunchen walked up to the second man, a red light passing through his eyes, right hand raised.
It seemed Mo Yunchen still thought it insufficient.
"No... don’t." Jing Zhiyue screamed, unable to bear it—she considered herself cruel, but Mo Yunchen was far more so. She would kill swiftly with a single stroke or have someone else do it, but witnessing such cruelty with her own eyes now almost made her vomit.
Mo Yunchen tossed aside the knife, and Mo Sheng offered a basin of water. Mo Yunchen washed his hands clean, then took a handkerchief handed to him by Mo Sheng.
Jing Zhiyue, in fear, shielded her head with her arms, her face covered in tears.
"No, don’t want this... don’t want this."
Jing Zhiyue staggered backwards, caught by several men in black.
"Let me go, I want to go back."
Mo Yunchen stopped in front of Jing Zhiyue, grasping her chin, "Do you think you can get away unscathed after hurting her?"
"I didn’t, I did not." Jing Zhiyue shook her head desperately.
Mo Yunchen’s lips curled into a smile filled with malice, a flash of red in his eyes, and with a snap, he dislocated Jing Zhiyue’s jaw, "Your voice disgusts me."