The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart-Chapter 31 - 28: Here to Poach?

This was a completely unexpected scenario: the president of Qi Imperial Court had actually come to their celebration banquet to poach someone?

Damn, could this get any more ridiculous?

Moreover, this was happening right in front of the chairman of Mohai Zongheng Group!

Many from Mohai Zongheng Group looked deeply uncomfortable, but no one spoke. The entire hall plunged into a sudden, deathly silence. The air grew heavy, almost suffocating in its eerie stillness.

Despicable! Shameless! Qi Longbing!! Hua Xiaomo cursed inwardly again. Looking at Qi Longbing’s arrogant, supercilious expression, she really wanted to take him down a peg, to slap him a couple of times.

Even if he was rich and powerful, could he just be so overbearing on someone else’s turf? Was there any justice left in the world?

Well, in their world, whoever had more money, was justice.

But how could Mohai Zongheng International Group be inferior to his Qi Imperial Court?

Qi Longbing, why don’t you take a piss and look in the mirror? What gives you the right to be so fucking confident?

However, seeing the slyness in the corners of Qi Longbing’s eyes, Hua Xiaomo couldn’t help but consider another possibility—perhaps this was just one of Qi Longbing’s schemes to sow discord.

Brother Long, you mustn’t be swayed by this man, you absolutely mustn’t...

Worry and anxiety naturally filled her eyes. She had almost forgotten that Qi Longbing had once again taken her hand at some point.

The moist warmth of her hand in his made Qi Longbing slightly uncomfortable. But his faint, unreadable smile remained fixed.

Mo Rutian’s handsome face showed a hint of embarrassment, but he quickly masked it with a smile. "President Qi, you become more humorous and interesting all the time. I’m also happy for Shang Xuan that you hold him in such high regard!"

His words were sincere, leaving no one any room to suspect ulterior motives.

Long Shangxuan, the man in question, smiled and addressed Qi Longbing, "Thank you for your high regard, President Qi. However, I am only skilled in advertising. If Qi Imperial Court requires advertising services, our Zongheng Tianchi would be honored to assist you!"

His words were tactful and magnanimous, displaying a gentleman’s modest demeanor. His excellent eloquence and the astuteness with which he instantly defused the crisis significantly burnished his image.

"Modesty is indeed a virtue, haha..." Qi Longbing said. His gaze swept past Long Shangxuan to Mo Rutian, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Director Mo, you seem to be in high spirits. Do enjoy yourselves."

Then, Qi Longbing turned to the girl beside him, his eyes full of affection. "Babe, let’s go." He paid no mind to Hua Xiaomo’s thoughts, quickly taking her arm and leading her from the banquet hall.

Watching their retreating figures, Mo Rutian felt a pang of wistfulness.

"Director Mo, are you alright?" Long Shangxuan, who was beside him, had clearly noticed his expression.

Mo Rutian looked at him and said nothing, merely gesturing. Soon, the two of them were on the terrace of another luxurious private room.

The night breeze brushed their faces but couldn’t dispel the worry lines etched between Mo Rutian’s brows.

A trace of anxiety shadowed Mo Rutian’s bright, handsome features as he spoke in a low, deep voice, "I never expected... she’d really end up with him."

Perhaps he should have realized it sooner. But what kind of man was Qi Longbing? A typical profligate son from a wealthy family, and his business tactics were utterly contemptible.

That was why he’d always believed Hua Xiaomo wouldn’t be foolish enough to choose Qi Longbing just to curry favor with the powerful. This also somewhat shattered his previous impression of her. Besides, the Hua Xiaomo he remembered had despised the rich.

Long Shangxuan paused, then, after observing Mo Rutian’s expression, said carefully, "Actually... Director Mo, I wonder if you noticed? Hua Xiaomo didn’t seem very happy just now."

"You mean..." Mo Rutian didn’t finish, yet an inexplicable tension gripped his heart.

Long Shangxuan glanced at him and continued, "She definitely wasn’t being sincere."

"Shang Xuan..."

"Director Mo, rest assured. I will help you achieve your heart’s desire," Long Shangxuan said, a shrewd light gleaming in his narrow phoenix eyes.

"No..." Mo Rutian denied it with a single word. He paced a few steps on the terrace, the melancholy and tenderness in his eyes lingering. "I don’t want it this way. I don’t want to hurt her."

"..." Long Shangxuan paused, a faint smile touching his thin lips. "If Xiao Mo heard you say that, Director Mo, she would surely be very happy."

Perhaps this was the difference between Mo Rutian and Qi Longbing. Though both hailed from prestigious families, Mo Rutian was inherently gentle and humble, and treated his subordinates exceptionally well. However, such a disposition could be seen as a weakness in the business world. Indeed, if not for the deep foundations of Mohai Zongheng Group, many more would likely be eyeing its position. Long Shangxuan smiled inwardly, a calculating ambition glinting deep within his phoenix eyes.

"I don’t know... but she’s too prejudiced against me..." Mo Rutian said hesitantly, his long hair brushing his jaw, accentuating the elegant contours of his face.

Long Shangxuan looked at him. "Director Mo, have you never considered what it is you truly want?"

"..." Mo Rutian looked somewhat lost as he gazed at the neon-lit cityscape, his heart growing heavy.

"Director Mo, I’ll go down to the hall and see to the guests. If you need anything, have your secretary call me," Long Shangxuan said, an enigmatic glint in his eyes.

Perhaps those without a goal are the most pitiful... What joy is there in such a life? Even with all the money in the world, what’s the use?

"Mm," Mo Rutian acknowledged. After Long Shangxuan left, he gazed alone into the pitch-black sky. Not a star was visible, only the solitary moon, faintly discernible through the gray mist, flickering uncertainly.

What is it... that I truly want? Mo Rutian muttered to himself with a bitter smile, his heart in turmoil, wondering how he could ever find a way to resolve these feelings of unrequited love.

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A silver-gray Lamborghini sped down the road.

Since getting into the car, Hua Xiaomo had remained silent. The atmosphere had grown somewhat strange, and she frowned slightly as she watched the scenery fly past the window.

"Where are you taking me?" Hua Xiaomo finally asked, quickly pulling out her phone. "It’s already eleven. I’m sorry, President Qi, but it’s late. I need to go home."

Suddenly, the car stereo blared to life, blasting loud rock music that vibrated through the entire vehicle, making Hua Xiaomo’s ears ring.

Hua Xiaomo’s frown deepened, but she forced a polite smile. "President Qi, if you want to have fun, perhaps we can continue tomorrow. It’s already late. If it’s inconvenient for you to take me home, I can get a taxi myself."

SCREECH! He slammed on the brakes.

The Lamborghini jerked to a halt in the middle of the road, only the wildly rhythmic music still throbbing between them.

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