Chapter 94: Yan Moci Humiliates the Fake Heiress

Su Yimeng was waiting downstairs of the Yan Clan building when she heard from the secretary's office that Yan Moci had already come down.

Her heart relaxed a little, and after giving the front desk secretary a timid smile, she obediently stepped aside and quietly waited for Yan Moci's arrival.

Su Yimeng's current position is entirely due to her own efforts; Su Qingming had some sincerity toward her mother, but as a man who rose from obscurity, he could at any time abandon them for wealth and status.

Su Yimeng had witnessed the harsh hardships of the lower strata; a classmate's mother had once dragged her through marrying several men, ending up old and faded, kicked aside, and even implicated the classmate, who was defiled by those old men and lost her purity.

Precisely because she had seen so much of this, Su Yimeng knew better than to cling to wealth and status by becoming a mistress to rich old men; only by becoming wealth and status herself could she obtain vast riches.

After seeing Su Xiyan once, she knew that she and Su Xiyan were worlds apart.

Su Xiyan is aloof; even though she grew up in the countryside from childhood, a village girl, her lofty, unyielding spirit is exactly like Luo Yin's.

Precisely because the authorities are bewildered, Su Xiyan's appearance and temperament are similar to Luo Yin's, yet neither Su Mu Ye nor Luo Yin noticed.

That is, after seeing Su Xiyan, Su Yimeng's sense of danger suddenly erupted; before this lie is exposed, she must seize Yan Moci!

Moreover, upon seeing Yan Moci emerge from the svip-exclusive elevator, Su Yimeng's eyes lit up.

Yan Moci is so outstanding that merely appearing draws everyone's gaze; he seems like a deity descending, irresistibly eye-catching.

What merit or virtue does Su Xiyan have to earn such a woman's favor? All of this should have originally been hers!

When Yan Moci approached, Su Yimeng reverted to her original timid rabbit-like demeanor.

But Yan Moci had already long taken in her recent fierce, calculating expression.

Yan Moci must quickly figure out what means Su Yimeng used to make the Su family retrieve her.

Then, before Luo Yin dies, let Su Xiyan return to her identity as the eldest daughter of the Tieshan Su Clan.

Otherwise, a woman like Su Yimeng would be someone Yan Moci usually couldn't even be bothered to glance at.

"Go."

Hearing Yan Moci's voice, cold as if quenched in ice, Su Yimeng's heart sank, but she immediately put on a weak smile and followed him.

Upon arriving at the nearby restaurant, Yan Moci, having finished ordering, returned the menu to the waiter and gave Su Yimeng a cold, dismissive glance.

"Miss Su, have you finished ordering?"

Su Yimeng spoke softly: "Mr. Yan, I have a small appetite; a salad will suffice."

Yan Moci indifferently turned his gaze away, as if shutting his eyes upon seeing something dirty,

"Eat whatever you like; anyway, this meal is AA."

Being publicly humiliated like this, Su Yimeng's face instantly turned pale, like a delicate white flower trembling on the verge of falling.

Those who can come to this restaurant are all prominent young masters and socialites; ever since Yan Moci and Su Yimeng appeared, their looks instantly stole everyone's attention.

Feng Ting has always played around and most likes this kind of timid rabbit-like woman—easy to deceive and non-threatening.

Recently Feng Yan fell ill, his mood was just right; seeing the woman he likes being publicly mocked, he immediately rose and went to Yan Moci's table.

He provoked: "You brat, where did you come from, a poor wretch? If you have no money, scram quickly.

"To even say 'AA' in a place like this—having such a fine girl follow you is truly a waste."

Faced with the provocation, Yan Moci was not annoyed; after being unconscious for so long, it's quite normal that these young playboys don't recognize him.

Yan Moci took out a napkin, unfolded it with elegant grace, and placed his hand on the table like a nobleman.

Just this simple action alone actually subdued Feng Ting on the spot.

Even though Feng Ting is an illegitimate child, he dares say he has never seen a man whose single gesture could exude such dignified grace.

And his cold gaze is as if a deity looks down upon mankind with indifference.

In comparison, the woman who just made Feng Ting feel like a delicate white flower is actually not even worthy to hand this man his shoes.

As for who could be a match, Feng Ting's mind inexplicably conjured another woman's image.

It's the woman who treated Feng Yan's illness!

Her bold stride into the operating room was as if a deity had descended to save the world—utterly sacred.

Held in place by Yan Moci's action, Feng Ting's attitude wavered, but soon Su Yimeng's eyes, brimming with tears and red-rimmed, shattered the rationality he had just mustered.

He again spoke rudely to Yan Moci: "Hey, I'm telling you, kid! I see you're not young either—an old ox eating tender grass still needs a limit!

"If you have no money, I advise you to get out; don't be an eyesore here."

"As for this girl, I, the young master, don't mind taking her off your hands!"

Hearing the commotion from Feng Ting's side, everyone's gaze gathered even more; Feng Ting's sycophantic friends all came over, surrounding Yan Moci and Su Yimeng to mock them.

Yan Moci gave Su Yimeng a cold, dismissive glance; seeing her appear shy and startled while actually reveling in the attention, his contempt deepened.

Before the dishes arrived, Yan Moci, surrounded by the crowd, suddenly rose to his feet.

Su Yimeng felt smug, thinking Yan Moci would finally be unable to resist helping her out of the siege, but he actually said:

"Then please go ahead and settle my bill as well."

Saying this, he ignored Su Yimeng's suddenly changing expression, let out a cold snort, curled his lip in sarcasm, and turned to leave.

Any vain woman possesses a fatal weakness.

Su Yimeng was abandoned before the crowd, her face instantly turning ashen, the malice in her gaze nearly spilling over, yet when Feng Ting addressed her, she again feigned the guise of a timid rabbit,

"Hey, woman, who is this man?"

In response to Feng Ting's question, Su Yimeng bit her lower lip, feigning that she had unspeakable suffering.

Clearly she had invited Yan Moci to eat, yet now she pretended to be coerced.

Seeing Su Yimeng's aggrieved and frail state, Feng Ting was dissatisfied that Yan Moci left just like that; he was about to bring people to chase him and give him a lesson, when a man who had long been observing this side suddenly stood up.

All that could be seen was him respectfully walking up to the departing Yan Moci, after a series of nods and bows, he finally hesitantly extended his hand and asked:

"Hello, long time no see, hope you've been well, is everything all right?"

Yan Moci gave him a cold glance, obviously not recalling who this man was.

And just as this man was bending down, Feng Ting's sycophantic friends suddenly exclaimed:

"Dad! How can you be so respectful to such a poor wretch!"

Unexpectedly, the man immediately rebuked:

"Trash, shut your mouth!"

"This is the Chairman of Yan Group, Yan Moci!"