Chapter 12: The 250-Jin Cold Wanqiu

A high-end Chinese restaurant.

It was chosen by An Yinuo based on Song Mo's inner thoughts.

She suddenly realized.

Controlling Song Mo is actually incredibly easy!

Since I can hear Song Mo's inner thoughts, know his true feelings, and understand all his preferences, isn't it effortless?

I, An Yinuo, only need to make a slight move, and Song Mo will be completely bewitched!

"Miss An, what are you really up to? I have neither the time nor the interest to play games with you. If you have any complaints about me, just say them outright."

"Can't I change?"

An Yinuo picked up a pork rib and placed it on Song Mo's plate.

"Just eat it!"

"Can't even eat in peace?"

Song Mo hesitated.

An Yinuo thought he was embarrassed, but then she heard his inner thoughts—she nearly fainted from rage!

【What's An Yinuo up to? Why did she give me a pork rib?】

Song Mo's heart stirred.

【Could it be… this bitch is trying to poison me?】

"So vicious!"

An Yinuo truly wanted to make Song Mo eat her stinking feet—her white silk socks, slightly sweaty from walking all day—shove them straight into his mouth, and if he dared spit them out, she'd slap him!

Want a pork rib? Eat shit!

An Yinuo forcibly shoved the pork rib into Song Mo's mouth, but her aggressive attitude only made him more suspicious—he refused to open his lips.

Song Mo was growing anxious.

【Damn it, what if I can't beat this woman? Am I going to die right after being reborn? I messed up—I never expected An Yinuo's combat strength to be this high!】

An Yinuo deflated.

She placed the pork rib into her own bowl,

poked her chopsticks aimlessly through the rice, then lifted her head and gave Song Mo a look full of disappointment.

"Song Mo, in your heart, am I really that terrible, that evil a woman?"

Song Mo froze.

His inner thoughts were strange.

【Is this miss on some kind of drug?】

Song Mo laughed, "Miss An, even though you misunderstood me yesterday, you already apologized, and even invited me to dinner—I'm truly grateful."

"You're actually quite nice."

Song Mo's real intention was to quickly deceive An Yinuo—asking someone face-to-face how they see you is just a way to get them to praise you.

An Yinuo sighed softly.

She suddenly lost her appetite.

"Forget it. Seeing you hesitate to pick up your chopsticks, are you afraid I'm poisoning you?"

"I won't force you. Go."

Song Mo looked at An Yinuo with suspicion.

What trick is she playing now?

An Yinuo said nothing, staring down at her bowl, her expression unreadable.

Song Mo hesitated slightly, then stood up decisively and left.

"Song Mo!"

An Yinuo called out to stop him.

Song Mo turned back and saw An Yinuo's serious expression.

"I will change your fixed impression of me!"

Song Mo smiled inwardly, sardonically.

Why laugh? Because it's ridiculous.

…

Leng Wanqiu hung up her call with Chen Xi.

She lightly massaged her temples, her eyes cold. "Song Family of Modu, Song Mo—you've dared to bully someone right up to my door."

Leng Wanqiu is the CEO of the Leng Group, twenty-eight years old, 175 centimeters tall, weighing 250 jin—a true fat woman.

In her past life, the person Song Mo pursued was none other than her.

Song Mo painstakingly helped her lose weight, encouraged her to exercise, and ultimately succeeded in transforming her into a stunning beauty, restoring her confidence in her appearance.

But when Song Mo needed her to shoulder some pressure, she abandoned him without hesitation, turned to fawn over Chen Xi, and even leaked his location.

And this was the direct cause of Song Mo's death in his past life.

Chen Xi is a destitute student Leng Wanqiu sponsored. Their agreement was that she would pay for his entire university education and all expenses during his studies, free of charge.

For Chen Xi, who had a puppy-like appearance but never once looked down on her, Leng Wanqiu had placed her hopes—she believed he was the only person who never rejected her appearance.

Leng Wanqiu frowned slightly.

The Song Family of Modu is no small force, and the Leng Family's true power lies in Kyoto.

She had only come to Modu to open a market.

A strong dragon cannot overpower a local snake.

Leng Wanqiu dialed a phone call.

"Secretary He, help me look into the detailed information on the Song Family of Modu, and also Song Mo of the Song Family—his personal information. Every last detail, I want to know all of it."

"Yes, Director Leng."

……

Returning home, Song Mo saw that Song Wanrou had already instructed the housekeeper auntie to prepare the meal, as if she were waiting for him to come back to eat.

He frowned slightly.

With a cold expression, he sat down to eat.

"Little brother, try this."

Song Wanrou picked up a piece of steak and placed it in Song Mo's bowl.

At the same time, she also poured a glass of red wine for Song Mo.

Song Mo refused.

"Don't pick food for me, I have my own hands."

"And I don't drink alcohol—drinking leads to mistakes, I have things to do later."

Dropping those two cold lines, Song Mo looked at the steak Song Wanrou had picked into his plate, and directly switched to a different plate.

Watching Song Mo keep her at arm's length like this, even though Song Wanrou had long since prepared herself mentally, she inevitably felt her mood sink; she felt a little wronged.

"Little brother, why do I feel like you seem to be angry with me?"

"Is there something your sister did wrong?"

Song Mo laughed.

"I only remember that Mom and Dad had me as their only child—I had no idea I actually had an older sister."

Song Wanrou's gentle face instantly went pale. She said, somewhat heartbroken: "Little brother, please don't talk like that, it really hurts me."

Hearing those words, Song Mo's expression instantly changed.

Silently, he ate his meal quickly.

【Hurt? What kind of hurt is that!】

【When I was betrayed in my past life, was that not hurt? When I was tortured to death, was that not hurt? This cheap woman always makes a habit of putting on that pitiful look】

【I'd rather she meet Chen Xi sooner—best if she rolls out of my house!】

【Right now the urgent task is still self-preservation. Once I free my hands, even if it means going against Mom and Dad, I will make her get lost from in front of me!】

Song Mo's inner voice brimmed with thick malice and resentment.

His emotions, under Song Wanrou's provocation, slipped somewhat out of control.

And Song Wanrou, hearing the inner voice, turned even paler—ashen as paper, with not a trace of color.

She did not blame Song Mo.

She only hated her future self!

Hated that baseless Chen Xi!

The relationship between her and her little brother had been perfectly fine—if not for that vicious Chen Xi, how could her little brother possibly dislike her like this!

Song Wanrou went into her room with tears streaming down her face.

She did not cry out loud, only kept wiping the tears sliding down the corners of her eyes.

Song Mo buried his head in his meal and couldn't be bothered to look at her.

After finishing the meal.

He went straight up to the piano room on the second floor.

(End of chapter)