Chapter 1189: Chapter 1275: Lost Love
Su Xuan was quite curious, who could this be adding him as a friend so late? Clearly, the request just ca in, and judging by the profile picture, it seed to be a woman, with the userna “Confused Love.”
This userna gave the impression of a woman looking to have an affair. Curious, Su Xuan accepted the friend request. Just as he was getting ready to lean back for a nap, his phone chid. He thought to himself how Apple phones had such pleasing notification sounds.
“Are you there?”
It was a greeting from “Confused Love.” Su Xuan smacked his lips, wondering if this was an advertisent. These days, many people recruiting for gambling or multi-level marketing sches had begun using WeChat for outreach.
“Yes, who is this?”
Su Xuan was curious. If it turned out to be soone trying to get him involved in gambling or as a distributor, he’d kick them out without hesitation.
“Don’t you recognize ? Doesn’t my profile picture seem familiar to you? You’re quite forgetful with important people.”
As soon as the ssage ca through, a playful emoji followed.
Su Xuan scratched his head, opened the profile picture, and thought, shit, just a back view—how am I supposed to know who you are?
“Confused Love” had a female profile picture, but it was just a rear view. Honestly, from the back, the figure was quite good. She was wearing a pure student outfit, with long, straight legs that hinted at so uniform seduction. Her black hair flowed down her back, and her visible abs were impressive. From behind, she was certainly a beauty.
These days, many beautiful won like to play mysterious by setting their profile pictures as a view from the back or just a side view, fueling endless imagination among n. They always wish they could flip the picture, making them itch with curiosity.
Su Xuan scrolled through several monts from “Confused Love’s” Monts on WeChat, noticing that they were just updated today, with nothing before. He thought to himself this might actually be soone trying to pull him into online gambling. Many clever people target insecure guys online, posing as won with small accounts, posting a few pretty pictures, and then entice them to play betting gas or other scams. Many naive guys think they’re finding true love but end up disastrously.
Su Xuan saw a post updated after midnight, expressing a feeling of disillusionnt with love, accompanied by over a dozen photos, all back views, and a few close-ups of hands, which admittedly looked quite nice.
“You’re not Sister Feng, are you?”
Su Xuan was sure this was a fraud and was in the mood to tease. He recalled a ti when a WeChat friend pretended to be a beautiful woman trying to lure him into a pyramid sche, but he ended up tricking her around. Every ti he sent a fake money transfer image, she couldn’t open it. He’d tell her her phone had a problem, so she’d rush to change it, only for him to say the transfer bounced back.
So he decided to ss with “Confused Love” a bit.
“Sister Feng? Who’s that?” A ssage quickly ca back. At the mont, in a hotel, a beautiful woman in a slip dress, looking very seductive, lay on the bed, typing skillfully on her phone.
If Su Xuan saw this brat, he’d be speechless because it was none other than Mo Xiangjun.
After tonight’s events, Mo Xiangjun was far from satisfied; she couldn’t stand that her cousin could find a boyfriend better than hers. She was determined to snatch him away.
Plus, she found out Su Xuan was indeed rich. After leaving the Emperor, she had a classmate from Subei investigate Su Xuan, only to discover he was worth billions. At that mont, she vowed to win him over.
Of course, she was very confident. Mo Xiangjun believed that every man she fancied was hers for the taking. In her view, n were, after all, creatures who thought with their lower half.
Just look at Qin Zhongshu back in the day with all his sweet nothings, and yet he climbed into her bed soon enough. So to her, Su Xuan was already her dish.
Once back at the hotel, she created a small account with the na “Confused Love,” knowing n couldn’t resist a bit of mystery and conquest.
To make an imdiate impact, she carefully selected over a dozen photos of her back view. She knew that such ambiguous photos held great allure for n; they were tantalizingly mysterious.
It’s like a man with a woman—they much prefer a woman in lingerie that they can slowly remove rather than one who’s completely nude; it keeps the mystery alive.
Mo Xiangjun was quite confident she could handle Su Xuan. After spending all evening choosing photos, she finally applied to add him as a friend, planning to charm him once he accepted the next day. If he beca her boyfriend, the first order of business would be to take the Emperor from him, beco the Boss, and kick Jane Eyre out. How dare she humiliate her like that!
Additionally, she intended to continue belittling Xie Wanqing, feeling her plan was quite perfect.
She didn’t anticipate Su Xuan accepting right away, getting excited at the thought that he might actually be thinking about her. Of course, he must be, she surmised, as she was stunning, and Su Xuan had stolen glances at her several tis during the day. That’s just how n’s minds worked.
This brat really had no sha. It was true Su Xuan glanced at her several tis, but he was looking at her chin, suspecting she’d had costic surgery.
Mo Xiangjun knew just how to flirt with n, understanding the importance of maintaining mystery, so she didn’t reveal who she was upfront, keeping things intriguing.
But she didn’t expect Su Xuan to ask if she was Sister Feng.
Hearing this, Mo Xiangjun imdiately sensed this wasn’t a complint.
“Uh…seems I made a mistake. Your figure reminds of a cleaner I know, nad Liu Guifeng. She’s such a nice person, everyone calls her Sister Feng! I thought you were Sister Feng!”
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