CHAPTER 399: CHAPTER 178: THE FEMALE LEAD’S AUNT (PART 16)_2

Don’t be fooled by the way he struts like he owns the place in front of Assistant Zhou and Zhao Yongkang, but when facing real powerhouses, he’d still sheepishly grin and grovel.

Su Muxue twisted her finger into an orchid shape, and, poof, Leng Mo’s laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Gasping for breath, Leng Mo found that relentless laughter could be torture.

His voice was hoarse, and cold sweat had formed on his forehead.

Heaving for air, Leng Mo managed to calm his breath and quickly said, "When Zhao Yongkang graduated from college, he took part in a national art competition."

Su Muxue knew this and remembered clearly, "Yes, my Little Uncle even won the newcomer award that year. The media and the industry hailed him as the most talented genius painter!"

Genius painter?

Pah!

Nothing but a shameful thief.

Leng Mo was a proud man, he esteemed his own abilities highly, so he looked down on the likes of dishonorable people like Zhao Yongkang.

But, considering the little witch before him was Zhao Yongkang’s own niece, Leng Mo didn’t dare to provoke her lightly, thus he tried to speak without bias, "However, the piece that won Zhao Yongkang the award was not his own work, but stolen from a dormitory mate!"

"What? My, my uncle stole someone else’s work?" Su Muxue couldn’t believe her ears.

She already knew that her Little Uncle was far from the perfect image he used to portray, in fact, an ordinary person with flaws.

But, Su Muxue never imagined that her family’s Little Uncle could fall so far below the lowest moral standards.

How could he steal someone else’s work, claim it as his own, and deceive the world!

His actions couldn’t merely be described as morally bankrupt; they were the epitome of lawless scum.

In Su Muxue’s heart, the already crumbling image of her Little Uncle shattered completely.

Sensing Su Muxue’s inner "collapse," Leng Mo felt exceptionally pleased.

As if not satisfied, he added another statement, "Zhao Yongkang’s roommate has a mild case of autism, he always regarded Zhao Yongkang as a true friend!"

That roommate was a ray of light and tenderness in his secluded dark world.

"... discovering his work had been stolen and betrayed by his best friend, the roommate’s condition worsened, and he even ran to the rooftop and leaped off!"

With malice in his gaze towards Su Muxue, Leng Mo continued to provoke her, "Su Muxue, you never expected that your Little Uncle’s title of genius painter was built on the corpse of a true artistic talent."

"The newcomer trophy displayed in your family’s cabinet is stained with the blood of an innocent victim!"

The light in Su Muxue’s eyes dissipated bit by bit, her pretty face flashed with shame and guilt.

Her only remaining relative, her most adored and respected Little Uncle, turned out to be such a person.

However, Su Muxue quickly raised her head again, a renewed sparkle shining in her bright apricot eyes.

Sister Sitian had said not to punish oneself for someone else’s mistakes.

The one who did wrong was the Little Uncle, he should feel ashamed, he should repent, he should atone for his sins.

Of course, Su Muxue wasn’t denying any connection; in recent years, the Little Uncle had provided her with money and protection.

Su Muxue was indeed bound by karma to her Little Uncle.

So, she would revisit and carefully investigate the incident from back then.

If the death of that roommate was indeed related to her Little Uncle, if that roommate had parents or relatives, if... Su Muxue would do everything in her power to make amends, to share a part of the burden of redemption.

But if someone thought this would break Su Muxue, causing her beliefs to shatter, that was nothing but wishful thinking.

Su Muxue’s instincts were always sharp; she naturally felt the malice emanating from Leng Mo.

With a gentle pinch, poof!

"Ah! That hurts! Su Muxue, you, you little demoness, what on earth did you do to me?"

"I’m warning you, don’t get too arrogant! I, the Leng Family’s business is vast, we won’t let you, a mere youngster, do whatever you want!"

"Ah, ah, ahhh~~"

A string of screams nearly scared the birds in the woods out of their nests.

In the nearby cabin, several burly bodyguards were enjoying fried chicken and beer, continuing to gripe about "the extravagant ways of the rich" while cheerfully playing cards.

Such days lasted a full week.

Even the mighty Overbearing Boss Leng was tormented by various acupoint techniques, for a whole seven days.

Now facing Su Muxue, he no longer had his usual aloofness or dominance, instead, he trembled like a frightened quail.