Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
They couldnât just let the person outside continue shouting like that, could they?
Not only was it disturbing them, it was also disturbing the other guests.
Ye Sijue let go of Mo Xiaomeng, pulled her up, and the two walked to the door together.
They opened the door.
Caught off guard, the person outside fell forward. But Ye Sijue, who was standing in front, didnât catch her, and simply allowed her to fall flat on her face in front of them both.
Yang Zixuan groaned, only realizing then that the door was opened. She instinctively tried to get up, but when she looked up and saw Ye Sijueâs legs, she remained flat on the ground.
âBoohoo, Brother Sijueâ¦â she cried, sounding very pitiful.
Mo Xiaomeng looked at the girl before her in astonishment. She didnât expect it to be her. Mo Xiaomeng remembered seeing her at the Ye residence.
No wonder Ye Sijue didnât panic upon hearing her.
Apparently, he had recognized Yang Zixuanâs voice and knew that she was bluffing.
Howeverâ¦
Mo Xiaomeng asked inexplicably. âWhy did you lie about the fire? Donât you know that this is not very nice? What if someone hears you and really believed that there was a fire?â
She thought that this girl was too willful. How could she mislead people like that?
If other guests had heard her it would definitely scare them.
Yang Zixuan said unhappily, âItâs none of your business! Youâre not my mother!â
Mo Xiaomeng frowned. âMust I be your mother to correct you when youâre wrong? Youâre disturbing other guests and you disturbed us too.â
Yang Zixuan snorted at her obstinately. But when she turned to face Ye Sijue, she gave him a pitiful look.
âBrother Sijue⦠it hurtsâ¦â
She had already hinted so clearly. Why wasnât he helping her up?
Yang Zixuan didnât get the response she wanted and she grew resentful.
And she blamed all of her resentment on Mo Xiaomeng. If it wasnât for this woman seducing her Brother Sijue he wouldnât be so unfeeling toward her!
âBoohoo, Brother Sijue, I canât get up. Can you help me up?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Finally, she asked straightforwardly.
He couldnât ignore her now, would he?
Sure enough, a hand reached out to Yang Zixuan. In a momentâs excitement, she didnât realize that it was a thin hand that didnât look like a manâs hand at all.
She grabbed that hand gleefully, and as she got up, she threw herself onto Ye Sijue.
However, she was looking at Mo Xiaomeng instead.
Ye Sijue didnât even budge. It was Mo Xiaomeng who couldnât stand watching her and reached out her hand to help her as she thought she was quite pitiful.
Mo Xiaomeng was still asking her worriedly, âAre you okay?â
Yang Zixuan angrily flung her hand away and scoffed, âWho said you could touch me! Get lost!â
Petite and unguarded, Mo Xiaomeng stumbled backward from the force and almost fell.
Fortunately, Ye Sijueâs long arm safely caught her by her waist.
Watching as Ye Sijue held her, Yang Zixuan fumed with rage.
âSlut!â she cussed inwardly.
Ye Sijue pulled Mo Xiaomeng away from Yang Zixuan, and he looked at Yang Zixuan and said, âWhy are you here?â
There were other guests unhappy with Yang Zixuanâs screaming and cursing outside.
The innâs manager came and was updated on the situation. But seeing as Yang Zixuan and Ye Sijue seemed to know each other, it didnât seem appropriate to rebuke her.