It turned out that when Hua Xiaomo had gotten into the car earlier, he had been watching from the side and had morized her license plate number. Then, using satellite tracking, he found the car’s location, which was why he had relentlessly pursued her.
So things couldn’t be resolved just by her running away or leaving; there were so things he absolutely had to get clear.
As Qi Longbing followed the taxi, and after they had covered so distance, the route beca increasingly obvious. He didn’t even realize how tightly his hands were gripping the steering wheel.
His handso face turned livid in re monts.
It seed he was wrong. He had indeed underestimated this woman.
Just as the taxi was about to drive into the Mohai Building, the luxury car behind it suddenly accelerated, overtaking it in an instant and cutting it off.
The next second, Qi Longbing got out of his car and walked quickly towards the back seat of the taxi, looking coldly at the person inside.
Hua Xiaomo was stunned for a mont; only then did she notice that the person standing outside was Qi Longbing.
"Hey, what kind of driving is that?" the driver started to say.
"I’m sorry, driver, I know him," Hua Xiaomo said quickly, paying the fare and getting out of the car from the other side.
But before she could steady herself, he grabbed her arm, pinching it hard.
"Hua Xiaomo, you’re quite sothing, aren’t you? Three-timing, are you? Can you even handle it?" Qi Longbing mocked her viciously and disdainfully. Seeing her like this, he felt a sudden urge to crush her.
She looked impeccable in an elegant black blouse paired with black trousers. The dark attire, instead of making her seem somber, accentuated the paleness of her skin, making her face appear even fairer. It was a fairness that irresistibly made one want to brush aside whatever concealed it, to see it even more clearly, more translucently.
Thinking of this, a strange mix of desire and resentnt seared his mind.
"Qi Longbing! Haven’t you had enough? Let go!" Hua Xiaomo said angrily. Looking at this man, she truly hadn’t expected him to chase after her.
But on what grounds did he have the right to ddle in her affairs? And why did he have the right to say such insulting words to her?
"Let go?" Qi Longbing laughed, his gaze fixed on her beautiful face. "If I let go, will you imdiately throw yourself into Mo Rutian’s arms? Sleep with him, huh?"
"You..." Hua Xiaomo was so furious her face turned white. She raised her arm, intending to slap him hard across the face.
Qi Longbing was quicker, grabbing her approaching hand.
"Hua Xiaomo, don’t push too far! If you dare play with my feelings again, I will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not let you get away with it!" Qi Longbing glared coldly at her, his blue eyes boring into hers, like arrows threatening to pierce them blind.
Suddenly, he flung her arm away, pulled her red phone from his pocket, and in the next second, viciously smashed it on the ground in front of her!
"Your things, returned to you!" Qi Longbing said coldly, quickly turned aside, and without a second glance at her, got into his luxury car and sped away.
Hua Xiaomo watched as her phone was smashed to pieces in an instant. At that mont, she didn’t know why her eyes turned so red, and tears gushed out like an unstoppable spring...
After a long, long ti, she lowered her head, crouched down, and picked up the broken phone, clutching it tightly to her chest.
Yet the tears fell once again, stubbornly.
Whether it was because of the phone or sothing else, the tears simply wouldn’t stop for a mont.
She squatted by the roadside, crying silently—so helpless, so lost, as if she had lost all sense of direction.
It wasn’t until a figure approached her and slowly extended a hand that she managed to lift her head slightly.
She saw the familiar face—no, it would be more accurate to say she still couldn’t see his face clearly. He wore that platinum crown mask, concealing everything above the bridge of his nose, revealing only the lower half of his face and the elegant curve of his jawline.
Clothed in a black and gold swallow-tailed coat, he had the distinct air of a princely gentleman.
"Xia Shuangming, why are you here?" Hua Xiaomo quickly composed herself, stopping her tears; she wasn’t accustod to showing weakness.
But at that mont, she really just wanted to find a quiet place to cry by herself for a while.
"Co, walk with ," Xia Shuangming said. Without waiting for her to respond, he quickly pulled her up and supported her in his arms, then headed towards the white Maserati sports car.
It wasn’t until the white Maserati sports car disappeared from view that the sapphire blue SSC (Shelby SuperCars) luxury car, lurking in a dark corner far away, slowly drove out.
Qi Longbing’s hands were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. His eyes seed to shoot flas as he stared fixedly in the direction the white sports car had vanished.
However, he didn’t follow. His handso face only grew darker and more nacing.
As it turned out, he hadn’t gone far. He had been worried about her all along. But if he hadn’t acted that way, he wouldn’t have been able to vent the firestorm of rage inside him!
Seeing her tears pained him deeply; hearing her silent sobs felt like a knife twisting in his heart. If only everything could start over, if only there was still ti to make ands...
But he hadn’t expected that she would have... not just him, not just two or three n around her. And now this fourth man, who seed so adept at choosing the perfect mont, the precise opportunity when she was at her most vulnerable, to swoop in?
Soon, Qi Longbing picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Yu Bao, track a car for ..." After giving the license plate number, Qi Longbing chain-smoked in the car, using the ceaseless haze to numb his frayed nerves.
「As night fell.」
In Pandora, a secluded and beautiful garden estate outside City A’s Second Ring Road, Hua Xiaomo was brought by Xia Shuangming.
As soon as he opened the door, a young man in a white Tang suit erged to greet them. "Master, Xiao Mo, you’re back. Dinner is ready; we were just waiting for you to join us."
The young man was about eighteen, with strikingly short hair that shimred with a purple luster. His one visible eye shone brightly.
His other eye was hidden deep within his hair, almost imperceptible. A small braid was tied at the back of his head.
Zi Yunsui smiled gently. He wasn’t surprised that Xia Shuangming had brought Hua Xiaomo back.
After all, hadn’t Master said that Hua Xiaomo was his destined trial, and he her king?
If that were the case, Master certainly wouldn’t give up on her easily.
Hua Xiaomo looked at Zi Yunsui, and eting his smile, she felt sowhat constrained and awkward. "No, thank you. I’m not hungry."
"Ha, really? You’re not even going to indulge that much? Hua Xiaomo, your attitude is truly disappointing. You’ve wasted my entire afternoon," Zi Yunsui teased.
"Alright, let’s all go inside," Xia Shuangming said, naturally releasing his arm from Hua Xiaomo as he walked into the house.
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