Chapter 51: Is This Son Sacrificing His Looks?

Leng Wanqiu finished delivering her threats.

The atmosphere instantly turned cold.

Most people watched this farce, with no intention of stepping in.

For these wealthy merchants,

reading the wind and adapting was the most basic skill.

Seeing the tide seemed to be turning,

someone immediately began to persuade Song Mo.

"Hey, kid, you're so naive—better to resolve grudges than hold onto them. Miss Leng is clearly giving you a way out; why can't you see that?"

"You don't know how powerful Miss Leng is—she's a big shot from Kyoto, connected at the top; even a single leaked tip can guarantee profit with zero loss."

"She's not only willing to make peace with you, she wants to partner with you—if it were me, I'd be eternally grateful…"

"Then go ahead and be eternally grateful!"

Song Mo waved his hand, cutting off the middle-aged man's incessant babbling.

"Actually, the reason I won't make peace with Miss Leng has everything to do with you."

The middle-aged man looked stunned.

"What does your not making peace have to do with me?"

"Yeah, what does it have to do with you?"

Song Mo shot back immediately.

The middle-aged man's lips moved several times, then fell silent; he slunk away into the crowd.

Song Mo straightened his posture and faced Leng Wanqiu.

"Miss Leng, in this world, the one with the biggest fist doesn't hold the truth. If you believe otherwise, I respect your view."

"Then use your fists to make you listen to my reasoning."

Song Mo showed no fear, meeting her head-on.

He had already made up his mind.

With Leng Wanqiu opposing him in China, the Song Group would inevitably continue its decline.

Rather than let his parents sink into gloom because of this, he'd rather surrender the domestic market entirely and shift focus overseas.

He had just received a phone call.

The tiger bones shipped by Sheldon had arrived.

He'd give Sheldon a surprise.

…

Leng Wanqiu let out a bitter laugh.

Fool! Idiot!

Song Mo was such an emotional fool—he'd made this irrational decision, forcing Leng Wanqiu into an equally untenable position!

Did she really have to fight a business war with Song Mo?

Leng Wanqiu was confident she could win.

In fact, she was confident she could crush the Song Group entirely!

But what was the point of all this?

Leng Wanqiu only wanted to achieve her goal—she had no need to trap herself in this exhausting, thankless battle!

Leng Wanqiu's face flushed alternately pale and crimson.

She now realized Song Mo wasn't some weak little lapdog like Chen Xi, whom she could mold at will—he was a genuine wolfhound!

No, not even a wolfhound!

He was a fierce, battle-ready wolf!

Did she really have to break every one of his bones before she could tame this lone wolf?

Leng Wanqiu clenched her teeth.

"I see you won't wake up until you're staring at your own coffin!"

Fine, then let's fight!

I, Leng Wanqiu, am no pushover!

You're bold now—but when the Song Group is completely crushed, when your father is wracked with worry and your mother is consumed with dread, I'll see how bold you still are!

It had come to this.

They had fully torn the mask off.

And declared open war.

Just as everyone thought the most dramatic part of the day had played out and the opening act of this grand drama was ending, another twist occurred.

"Song Mo! Don't be afraid of him!"

"You're my classmate An Yinuo's— I'm standing with you!"

Her crisp voice rang out like a oriole's song.

It left everyone present stunned for a moment.

Only when their gazes turned to the speaker did they suddenly understand.

The daughter of the Modu An Family!

Her influence was no less than Leng Family's!

And she was a local Modu aristocrat!

But the An Family's daughter wasn't stupid—why would she defend Song Mo over nothing more than a classmate relationship?

Many in the room silently scoffed.

Probably the little girl's heart is fluttering—she wants a beautiful woman to save the hero!

But An Yinuo cannot represent the An Family; the true decision-maker sitting over there is the low-key An Family patriarch, An Chenglan.

Under everyone's gaze, An Chenglan stood up and chuckled bitterly: "Yinuo, what are you doing?"

"Dad!" An Yinuo cheered.

"Song Mo is my… good friend!"

"This president of the Leng Group is just too bullying—clearly, it was her kept man who provoked Song Mo for no reason, yet Leng Wanqiu struck first as the villain!"

"Dad, you've got to help my friend!"

An Yinuo's slightly cajoling tone made An Chenglan feel utterly overwhelmed.

But…

The Beijing Leng Family isn't easy to deal with, you know~

Still, it's possible to barely keep the Song Group afloat.

An Chenglan sighed and nodded.

Actually, this suited him just fine—the Leng Family had quietly come to Modu to expand, seizing markets that belonged to local firms, including the An Family.

Now there was a convenient excuse to resist them.

An unexpected bonus.

An Yinuo didn't know An Chenglan's thoughts.

She beamed: "Dad, you're the best!"

Completely ignoring Leng Wanqiu's sudden change of expression.

An Yinuo turned her gaze toward Song Mo.

She felt an indescribable sense of triumph.

Yet her face, unusually, showed a hint of bashfulness.

【Hmph~ See? You jerk Song Mo, it's this girl who stepped in at the critical moment—how grateful are you now? Didn't you just chatter away in your thoughts earlier?】

【Go ahead, try insulting me again—now you know who's the real villain and who's the magnanimous gentleman, right? Why's your inner voice gone silent now? So dumb—you can't even compliment me?】

Song Mo was stunned.

His foggy mind couldn't make sense of the situation—it looked like…

【An Yinuo… has she lost her mind?】

My fists are hard!

My fists are hard!

My feet are hard too!

Do you think I won't stomp you to death with my foot, you jerk?!

An Yinuo smiled without warmth.

"Song Mo, don't you think we're good friends? Good friends help each other."

Song Mo flatly denied it.

"No!"

An Yinuo's face darkened instantly.

Fortunately, Song Mo hesitated slightly.

Then he lied:

"Still… thank you."

Leng Wanqiu's position now became awkward.

With An Chenglan's intervention, Leng Wanqiu was instantly left isolated; those around her who had been ready to shift allegiances now quietly withdrew their intentions.

Leng Wanqiu smiled warmly at An Yinuo.

"Little girl, you've got good taste—choosing such a good friend!"

"But you're mistaken—I didn't keep Chen Xi. I merely, out of kindness, sponsored his university education."

"Spreading false claims carries consequences."

An Yinuo sneered.

False claims? How laughable.

The Leng woman knows it herself!

Leng Wanqiu sensed that staying any longer would gain her nothing.

She stood up, preparing to leave.

At that moment, a figure with a voluptuous, graceful figure, dressed in a purple long dress, rushed in.

"Oh no, oh no, how did I oversleep?!"

After rushing in, Lin Weiwei's eyes lit up when she saw Song Mo.

"Song Mo? I never expected to see you here!"

Terrible lines. Awful acting.

Everyone could see Lin Weiwei had come solely for Song Mo—but she herself felt not the slightest embarrassment.

She eagerly and familiarly ran up and linked arms with Song Mo.

"Meeting is fate."

"Let's add WeChat."

The way she said it—so bluntly direct!

But everyone was shocked.

The woman in the purple gown was none other than the eldest princess of Lin Group, Lin Weiwei.

She didn't love business; she loved medicine.

She was also a celebrity within their circle.

She actually had a connection with Song Mo too?

Everyone's gaze at Song Mo had changed.

Good lad, what a solid backing!

Song Mo's father and mother also looked at their own son with strange expressions.

Bai Jiaojiao couldn't help muttering.

"My son, is this you sacrificing your looks to preserve the family business? You've worked hard, son. From now on, your mom will definitely spend money well, and won't let your sacrifice be in vain…"

(End of chapter)