Chapter 52: At Loggerheads: A Bizarre Shura Field

Song Mo frowned slightly.

【Lin Weiwei—how did she end up here too?】

【I'd almost forgotten about this woman.】

Song Mo wasn't comfortable with it and tried to pull his arm free from Lin Weiwei's embrace.

Yet Lin Weiwei clung to Song Mo's arm, pressing herself even closer, giving off the vibe of "you don't want to have anything to do with me, so I'll deliberately go against you."

Song Mo knitted his brows and said, "Miss Lin Weiwei, we don't seem to be that close."

Lin Weiwei puffed out her chest.

"Close or not close? All closeness starts from not being close! Let's add each other on WeChat, get to know one another."

"Back and forth, you visit me, I visit you—won't we be close soon enough?"

Everyone present stared at Lin Weiwei and Song Mo in astonishment, their gazes strange. Who on earth is this guy, to have won the favor of both the An Family's young lady and the Lin Family's eldest princess at the same time?

Looks like the Lin Family's eldest miss is actually chasing this guy?

No wonder he's not the least bit afraid of the Leng Group's president.

This guy has someone backing him up!

Leng Wanqiu's expression shifted at this moment as well.

One An Family wouldn't matter, but add a Lin Family on top of that, and she had no choice but to consider whether going to war with the Song Family was worth it.

Leng Wanqiu stayed silent.

There was one other person present whose face changed in an instant, just like Leng Wanqiu's.

An Yinuo had been inwardly overjoyed.

After much difficulty, she'd found a chance to stand up for Song Mo. Just now she'd stood in front of Song Mo and, under the other party's surprised gaze, spoken words about protecting the Song Family.

She was secretly delighted, over the moon!

She was already imagining Song Mo apologizing to her meekly, the two of them finally mending their relationship—maybe she could even leverage the favor to demand something in return!

Until Lin Weiwei showed up out of nowhere…

An Yinuo glared at Lin Weiwei through gritted teeth.

【How shameless is this woman? Song Mo is clearly resisting, yet she's still clinging to his arm. She doesn't even have Song Mo's WeChat, yet she claims to be close with him.】

【A tasteless woman, with zero sense of shame…】

Lin Weiwei now also sensed the unfriendly gazes from the crowd. After searching for a moment, her eyes met An Yinuo's, and she sneered inwardly.

【Oh, isn't this the An Family's young lady? The silly-sweet girl who, because of some green-tea guy, misunderstood Song Mo, and without a shred of evidence even tried to use the An Family's power to force Song Mo to apologize?】

【Why are her eyes like a dog fighting over a bone? Didn't she used to hate Song Mo? Why is she acting like her boyfriend just got stolen from her? Her eyes are practically green!】

An Yinuo spoke.

Her voice was soft and gentle, very pleasant to the ear.

"Weiwei! Thank you. I was worried I might not be able to protect Song Mo on my own, but I didn't expect you to show up at the critical moment."

An Yinuo stepped forward warmly, peeled Lin Weiwei—who was stuck to Song Mo—off him, a serene smile still on her face.

The atmosphere instantly turned delicate.

"Weiwei, haven't you only met Song Mo once? Why are you willing to step out and help him today?"

An Yinuo asked curiously.

A veiled jab at Lin Weiwei for not being close to Song Mo at all—what's she meddling for?

Lin Weiwei didn't answer, but countered, "Classmate An, what's going on here? Have you finally forgiven Classmate Song Mo, or has Classmate Song Mo decided not to hold a grudge over you slandering him before?"

Lin Weiwei's attack was even sharper.

Sure, I'm not close to him—but I'm still better than you, the one who picked a fight with him and slandered him, right?

An Yinuo clenched her fists.

She felt the frustration of having strength but nowhere to use it.

The key thing was, she had no comeback!

……

The two women huddled together.

Murmuring in low voices, no one could tell what they were saying.

But it didn't stop everyone from seeing clearly—the two women were fighting over Song Mo out of jealousy!

Instantly, envious gazes shot toward Song Mo one after another.

Song Mo couldn't figure out what had gotten into An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei. After his rebirth, he had basically had no contact with either of them.

With An Yinuo, he'd even had a clash.

So why were the two of them helping him? He couldn't make sense of it.

Song Mo wasn't the indecisive type—when he couldn't figure something out, he set it aside for now. He stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the silent Leng Wanqiu.

"President Leng, whether the Song Family is good or not isn't for you to decide. And every threatening word you've spoken before, I've taken to heart."

"Go ahead and try—see if I, Song Mo, and the Song Family, are the soft persimmons you take us for."

After dropping those harsh words, Song Mo was the first to leave.

Song Mo's father and mother exchanged glances and hurried after him.

Leng Wanqiu stared at Song Mo's retreating back, reflecting inwardly:

Why had things developed to this point? This time she'd wanted to smooth things over with Song Mo, but instead she'd only intensified the conflict. It was all because her assessment of Song Mo had been wrong—Song Mo wasn't like Chen Xi; he was unwilling to compromise.

【This man responds to soft tactics, not hard ones.】

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei had been locked in their covert rivalry when they suddenly saw Song Mo walk off. The two women stopped fighting.

"Hey, hey, hey—Song Mo, you haven't added me on WeChat yet!"

Lin Weiwei shouted anxiously.

"Song Mo! Not even a thank-you for helping me?"

An Yinuo was so angry she stamped her foot.

Leng Wanqiu had no mood to stay any longer; she sat for a moment and then left.

"Yinuo!" An Yinuo wanted to chase after Song Mo, but was stopped by An Chenglan.

"Tell me properly, what kind of person is this young man?"

An Chenglan's face darkened. He had painstakingly raised his daughter for twenty years—how had she suddenly started turning her elbow outward?

And from the looks of it, that fellow didn't even seem interested in her!

An Yinuo paused her steps, putting on a pitiful, innocent look, which indeed made An Chenglan's darkened face soften.

He gave a wry smile.

"You have to let your dad know what kind of person you like."

Take today's Song Mo—his temperament and image were both extremely striking, and facing Leng Wanqiu's pressure he was neither servile nor overbearing; he looked like a real talent.

If he were some yellow-haired delinquent punk—

An Chenglan would have had the heart to tear Song Mo apart on the spot!

……

Lin Weiwei pestered Song Mo the whole way.

Song Mo was unmoved.

"Teacher Lin, please conduct yourself with dignity. The age gap between the two of us is right there."

Lin Weiwei had graduated with her master's and started working; she was already twenty-five.

And Song Mo was only nineteen.

There was a full six years between them.

Lin Weiwei's expression stiffened.

She cursed inwardly: Little bastard, who are you calling old? A woman at thirty is a flower—as long as I take good care of myself, I'm eighteen every year!

Song Mo's coldness did not dampen Lin Weiwei's enthusiasm; on the contrary, it made her heart even more active.

"Haha, a wife three years older brings a gold brick."

Bai Jiaojiao also tiptoed and slapped the back of Song Mo's head. "Do you even know how to talk? By your logic, isn't your mom even older?"

"The heiress of the Lin Group, and you can't even hand over a WeChat ID? Hurry up and take out your phone—mom will add her for you!"

(End of chapter)