Chapter 50: Exposed Threat! Aren

Leng Wanqiu had always been an extreme narcissist.

Utterly self-serving.

Just as in her past life, when she exhausted every sweet word to keep Song Mo by her side, she still couldn't let go of Chen Xi after successfully turning things around—she went back to lick his boots.

She understood her own advantages.

Now, with her vast capital in hand, this was the perfect moment to control Song Mo; otherwise, once he grew stronger,

her advantage would vanish completely.

【You think being reborn means you can control everything? Too bad you don't know—every thought you have is under my control.】

【I suppose in your past life you helped me; helping me again this life shouldn't be too much to ask, right? Don't worry—I'll compensate you for the suffering you endured in your past life…】

【But first, you must tell me exactly how to cure it.】

Leng Wanqiu was confident she could tame Song Mo.

She believed that, being the only person who could hear Song Mo's thoughts, she was unique in the world.

In a novel, she would be the female lead.

Leng Wanqiu struck first, believing herself to be utterly superior, looking down on Song Mo with contempt.

"You don't have to kneel and apologize."

Leng Wanqiu's haughty posture resembled charity.

"You and Chen Xi can just apologize to each other."

"Then shake hands and make peace, and tonight, come out to dinner with me."

"Let this matter end here."

"And to show goodwill, I'll have the Leng Group transfer some of its resources to the Song Group, and the two conglomerates will launch comprehensive business cooperation."

The words Leng Wanqiu spoke next

shocked everyone—including Song's parents.

Just moments ago, when Leng Wanqiu demanded Song Mo kneel and apologize, Song's father turned pale, and Bai Jiaojiao was ready to tear the fat woman apart.

Who knew it was just a feint—a verbal warning?

Leng Wanqiu's current stance looked like she wanted to turn swords into plowshares!

Leng Wanqiu was certain Song Mo would accept her terms.

Merchants value profit.

In her logic, for Song Mo, reconciliation was clearly the best solution—especially with her capital backing him.

As for why she wanted Song Mo and Chen Xi to reconcile,

why she wanted them to meet and have dinner with her,

this was Leng Wanqiu's most crucial move.

After hearing Song Mo's thoughts, Leng Wanqiu now believed Chen Xi was heartless and unfeeling—but she didn't care much.

Chen Xi wasn't important at all.

He was like a cat or dog—only a comfort during moments of loneliness, useful solely for emotional value.

Leng Wanqiu now knew his true character.

She merely sneered inwardly.

She had been too naive before.

She had cared so deeply for a dog she'd casually raised—even sinking to a pitiful level.

But that wouldn't happen again.

A dog is a dog—it doesn't belong at the table.

【On the contrary, after hearing Song Mo's thoughts, Chen Xi has become immensely valuable to me—he's a tool I'll use to provoke Song Mo, draw him closer, and ultimately control him.】

【They had a grudge in their past life, seemingly centered around me? I imagine Song Mo, reborn, now hates Chen Xi with every fiber of his being. He certainly doesn't want to see Chen Xi living in peaceful bliss.】

【Let them fight—like a harem novel's wife versus mistress—with jealousy and resentment driving them mad. In the end, I'll be the greatest beneficiary.】

Song Mo and Chen Xi were enemies, and Song Mo despised her too; to change the situation, she naturally had to drag Song Mo—who was outside the conflict—into it.

Let Song Mo and Chen Xi compete, each trying in creative ways to please her.

Whenever Song Mo pleased her, Leng Wanqiu would punish Chen Xi.

Like a master rewarding a dog for its actions.

She'd use some tactics—pretend to be drunk and confess the truth, say she liked Song Mo, unleash cruel tricks against Chen Xi, and restore her image in Song Mo's eyes.

Let him know this life was different from the last.

Song Mo thought he was the biggest winner.

In reality,

Leng Wanqiu was the hidden hand behind the scenes.

She would never tell Song Mo she could hear his thoughts—she was confident she could easily control the reborn Song Mo…

Leng Wanqiu's body was fat, but her eyes were unusually bright, with a hint of seductiveness.

She stared directly at Song Mo.

Waiting for his response.

Soon, she got what she wanted—she heard Song Mo's thoughts.

【What trick is Leng Wanqiu playing now? How laughable. After spending so long by her side in my past life, don't I know exactly what kind of person she is?】

【She's selfish and self-serving—a pure, refined egoist. She groveled and poured out sweet words to keep me close, yet once her pride was wounded, she went back to lick Chen Xi's boots.】

【A woman whose soul is uglier than her appearance—just seeing her makes me sick…】

Song's parents watched their son.

Bai Jiaojiao suddenly spoke.

Mom's voice was crisp, and very brisk and decisive.

"Son, don't make things hard on yourself, don't let yourself suffer even the slightest grievance."

"No matter how you choose, your dad and I both support you!"

Song Tiancheng's deep, resonant voice came through as well.

"Son, your mom's right—follow your own heart!"

Song Mo was slightly moved.

【Having parents like this… how nice.】

Although Leng Wanqiu was 175 centimeters tall, Song Mo still stood half a head taller than her.

Song Mo met Leng Wanqiu's burning gaze.

He gave a faint smile.

"President Leng is President Leng after all—that routine of a slap followed by a sweet date, you still play it so skillfully."

"But unfortunately, I refuse!"

Song Mo spoke word by word, his words more resolute than ever before.

Carrying an undeniable, decisive force.

"I did nothing wrong, I won't apologize!"

"The ones who should apologize are those shameless people who slandered me."

"Also."

"President Leng, I really don't like you."

"As for having a meal together, let's just forget it."

Song Mo went straight at her head-on.

He felt refreshed and clear-headed.

【I didn't reincarnate just to come here and bow and scrape, taking abuse! Damn, that fat old witch sure dreams big?】

Song Wanrou gripped Song Mo's hand tightly.

Meeting her concerned gaze, Song Mo let out a soft sigh.

"Sis, don't worry."

He assumed Song Wanrou was afraid he had offended Leng Wanqiu, little knowing that Song Wanrou actually only cared about Song Mo's feelings.

Leng Wanqiu's previously confident expression instantly darkened, her voice suppressing fury.

"So, this means you're going to fight me to the bitter end?"

She had never imagined—

She had clearly given him a way out, yet Song Mo refused to step down!

He had merely reincarnated, not been reborn into some big financial tycoon's family!

Did he not know that for Leng Group, Song Group was indeed a bit of a hassle, but only just a hassle?

Leng Wanqiu threatened:

"Have you really thought this through?"

"You need to be clear about what happens when you fight me. You can go off and live carefree on your own, sure—but the empire your dad built from nothing with his own hands, the guarantee of your mom's wealthy old-age life as a lady of leisure, are you really not going to consider them?"

After tearing off all pretense.

Whatever Leng Wanqiu said was as direct as direct could be.

As ugly as ugly could be!

She was already threatening openly!

(End of chapter)