CHAPTER 413: CHAPTER 393: NONE OF THEM MATTER MORE THAN LITTLE MO

Rong Mochen’s deep eyes grew increasingly cold and fierce, half-hidden by black soft eyelashes, and he said softly, "Indeed. Just a woman, why would I risk my life for her?"

"If I were you, President Rong, I would definitely protect myself first. At this time, what is most important is, of course, yourself. Any smart person should know what the right choice is now." The man said with a smile, his voice carrying a hint of smugness.

"According to you, if I don’t choose myself now, I’m not a smart person?" Rong Mochen raised his eyebrows, but his half-hidden eyes were chillingly cold.

"President Rong is naturally a smart person. So the final choice for President Rong must be yourself!"

"So confident?" Rong Mochen’s voice suddenly sank, and he said coldly, "But the people I dislike most are those who think they’re very smart like you!"

The man paused for a long time before suddenly saying angrily, "Rong Mochen, do you not understand your situation well enough? Do you think you’re still the high and mighty President Rong sitting in Rong’s Building? I’m telling you, you’re just a turtle in my jar; if I want you dead, you’re dead!"

Turtle...

Gu Yan trembled hard and looked at Rong Mochen beside him.

His throat tickled, wanting to laugh!

It was the first time someone used "turtle" to describe Rong Mochen!

Although he shouldn’t find this a laughable moment, he couldn’t help it — his laughter threshold was low!

Afraid of laughing out loud, Gu Yan took a deep breath, his eyelids flipping sharply up.

As soon as he flipped his eye up, he saw Lei Yicheng on the second floor, pressing a fist against his lips, also holding back laughter.

"Pfft..." Gu Yan eventually burst out laughing!

"Gu Yan!" Lei Yicheng almost got caught laughing with him, glaring at him sternly.

Gu Yan waved a hand at Lei Yicheng, uncontrollably using a hand to support his forehead, pressing the laughter back.

Lei Yicheng pursed his lips tight, his face trembling, looking at Rong Mochen.

Rong Mochen’s brows furrowed tightly, the murderous intent in his black eyes now impossible to conceal.

Fang Jingyi’s face also twitched at hearing the word "turtle".

But in her current situation, she couldn’t laugh.

She couldn’t understand why, and felt a bit angry, at such a moment, how could Lei Yicheng and Gu Yan laugh?

Aren’t they afraid of angering that person?

"Ah..."

Just as Fang Jingyi was both horrified and angry, a scream suddenly floated out from somewhere.

Then came the clearer sound of bones being smashed.

Fang Jingyi’s face turned white, looking around in horror.

She saw Xiao Nanqing, who looked skinny in her eyes, walking out from a hidden area inside, carrying a burly man in black with one hand.

Walking to the center, Xiao Nanqing unceremoniously threw him in front of Rong Mochen, frowned, and casually tossed a battery-removed remote control to Gu Yan, swiftly pulling a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his hands, his face marked with indescribable disdain.

Gu Yan hastily caught it, studied the remote control carefully, and only then realized it was just a regular air conditioner remote, fooling him!

Gu Yan’s face turned livid with anger, stepping forward to kick the burly man, "Damn you, dare to fool me, are you tired of living!"

The burly man curled up after being kicked, holding his head and shrinking into a ball, cautiously revealing one eye and looking at the group timidly.

At this moment, Lei Yicheng had rescued Fang Jingyi.

Her feet landed steadily, she abruptly pushed aside Lei Yicheng’s supporting hand, and rushed downstairs in her high heels, going directly to Rong Mochen, raising her hand, and slapped him.

Pa—

After a crisp sound!

In the vast space, aside from Fang Jingyi’s heavy breathing, no other sound can be heard.

Xiao Nanqing and the others looked at Fang Jingyi in shock, their hearts simultaneously twisting.

Rong Mochen, however, didn’t blink, turning his face which Fang Jingyi had struck, his black eyes calmly gazing at her.

"Rong Mochen, you’re heartless!"

Fang Jingyi angrily pointed at Rong Mochen, the flames in her eyes like a bucket of gasoline poured onto them, surging out, she shouted hoarsely, "You didn’t acknowledge me as your mother before. From now on, Rong Mochen, listen to me, I, Fang Jingyi, starting today, do not have you as my son! When I gave birth to you back then, you were already dead to me! Dead!"

After cursing, Fang Jingyi was trembling all over, clenching her fists, brushing past Rong Mochen as she walked out.

Rong Mochen looked at Lei Yicheng indifferently.

Lei Yicheng’s eyes were red. He caught Rong Mochen’s gaze and furrowed his brows tightly, not moving.

It wasn’t until Rong Mochen looked at him a second time that Lei Yicheng cursed under his breath and chased after him.

Xiao Nanqing and Gu Yan looked at each other, both seeing the burning tide of anger in each other’s eyes.

They had rushed tirelessly to rescue someone, and not only did they not receive a word of thanks, but they were also met with a slap and a tirade of abuse. These bystanders felt indignant and angry, let alone the person who experienced it firsthand!

As Xiao Nanqing and Gu Yan were filled with anger on behalf of Rong Mochen, Rong Mochen stepped forward indifferently, slowly grinding a foot on the thug’s wrist. His voice, as if it came from the depths of the earth, was chillingly cold, "The one watching the show behind the scenes, the show is over. Are you unwilling to come out?"

Xiao Nanqing and Gu Yan both furrowed their brows and looked up at the second floor.

After a few seconds, a white figure emerged from the corner of the second-floor corridor.

When they saw who was upstairs, Gu Yan’s already tightened brows furrowed even more, his face darkening to the point that it seemed ink could drip from it.

No one expected that the one behind Fang Jingyi’s kidnapping would be him, Ying Jingyao!

Ying Jingyao was dressed in a custom white suit, with a burgundy shirt and a tie of the same color underneath. The casual white trousers, barely reaching his ankles, made his legs seem particularly straight and long.

He walked steadily down from the second-floor stairs in black casual leather shoes. His demeanor was elegant, his demeanor calm and composed.

No one could deny Ying Jingyao’s handsomeness and inherent aristocratic grace.

Xiao Nanqing curled his thin lips, giving a half-smile, half-snarl, "I say, Young Master Ying, instead of staying in the UK as the heir to the Ying Group, why are you running to Z City to be a kidnapper? Are you seeking excitement or just can’t figure things out?"

For Mu Yan’s obsessive uncle, Xiao Nanqing’s words were half-sarcasm, half-jest, but in his heart, there was still some complexity.

The Ying Group’s wealth in the UK was now likely unchallenged, but this was Z City, not the UK.

No matter how far the Ying Group’s reach extended, it couldn’t reach Z City.

Moreover, since he was the one who started the trouble, not mentioning private grudges, if someone wanted to escalate things, it would be impossible for Ying Jingyao to return to the UK unscathed.

Xiao Nanqing bit his lip, hesitating on whether or not to lend a hand at the critical moment and plead with someone.

Otherwise, he’d have to deal with a troublesome family member causing trouble again—headache!

"Young master." The man curled up on the ground looked pleadingly at Ying Jingyao.

Ying Jingyao glanced at him briefly before his gaze fell on Rong Mochen, his eyes clear and cold, "I orchestrated this. He was just following my orders. If President Rong wants to hold someone accountable, come at me. I ask President Rong to release him first."

Rong Mochen not only didn’t release the man, but instead increased the pressure on his wrist with his foot, his face stern as he looked at Ying Jingyao, "Young Master Ying says to kidnap someone, and it happens. Then you say let him go, and I do it? Isn’t that a bit too much to ask?"

"...Young, young master, it hurts..." The man was in so much pain that his features twisted, his whole body trembling.

Ying Jingyao’s clear face darkened slightly, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Rong Mochen, "What will it take for President Rong to release him?"

"Doesn’t Young Master Ying enjoy equivalent exchange? Then let’s talk terms." Rong Mochen’s voice was cold and deep.

Ying Jingyao furrowed his brow, stared at Rong Mochen, and paused for a long moment before saying, "What do you want?"

"Young Master Ying, take your dog back to the UK immediately, and never appear before Little Mo again!" Rong Mochen’s voice was chillingly decisive, without a hint of concession.

"Uh..."

Ying Jingyao’s elegant face changed suddenly, his pupils turning crimson, clenching his jaw, he glared at Rong Mochen, "Impossible!"

Rong Mochen’s lips curled into a wicked smile, and he suddenly increased the force under his foot.

"Aaaah... young master, help me, aaah..."

The weight of Rong Mochen’s foot fell heavily, and the sound of bones breaking, coupled with the man’s howls of pain, filled the repair shop in an instant.

Ying Jingyao’s eyes turned blood-red as his face changed repeatedly. He looked down at the man on the ground, writhing in pain and clutching Rong Mochen’s leg with his other hand.

"Or does Young Master Ying want to take a cripple back to the UK?" Xiao Nanqing frowned, squinting and staring at Ying Jingyao.

"Rong Mochen, you can’t ask me not to see Momo!" Ying Jingyao clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger and sorrow as he looked at Rong Mochen, his voice hoarse.

"When Young Master Ying demanded I trade Little Mo for someone, did you ever think about whether it was possible?" Rong Mochen retorted.

"The purpose of my actions was just to ensure that, at critical moments, you wouldn’t choose to betray Momo again!

Rong Mochen, you abandoned Momo once four years ago. How can I be sure you won’t abandon her again for someone else?" Ying Jingyao shouted abruptly in agitation.

Rong Mochen’s black eyes barely flinched, sinisterly staring at Ying Jingyao, "So you orchestrated the kidnapping of Ms. Fang to force me to choose between Little Mo and Ms. Fang. Though I wonder if Young Master Ying’s actions were truly as selfless and innocent as you claim!"

"I admit my actions were indeed driven by selfishness."

Ying Jingyao breathed heavily, his clear eyes showing more pain and unwillingness, "But so what if I am selfish? Is it wrong for me to be selfish? I have loved Momo just as long; I have protected her for so many years!