Chapter 712 (1/2)

Mo Jingshen did not answer her. He expressionless shifted his brows, watching her sternly: “How does it feel to have your cake smashed?”

“…” Yiyi had a guilty conscience and did not dare to raise her head. She was at a complete loss for words and could only force herself to answer: “It-it’s all right. As long as CEO Mo is happy…”

Mo Jingshen chuckled softly: “I’m happy?”

“Yes… yes… CEO Mo, as long as you’re happy…” Yiyi nodded her head as she spoke incoherently.

“To make me happy, you’ll have to pay a certain price.”

Yiyi caught the cold mockery in Mo Jingshen’s icy voice and could not comprehend how she had managed to offend a god like him. She felt completely helpless.

Her heart was flustered; could it be that Ji Nuan was really his wife?

All of a sudden, Mo Jingshen pointed to the nearest seven-layered cake on display. He indicated for an employee to push the cake over to Yiyi.

Yiyi’s gaze stiffened as she turned toward Mo Jingshen.

“Smash it,” Mo Jingshen spoke coldly; his peaceful gaze did not contain any warmth whatsoever.

Yiyi shivered: “This… this…”

Mo Jingshen’s cold smile contained poison: “As long as I’m happy. Didn’t you say that?”

“But this…”

“Smash it!” Mo Jingshen did not give her the opportunity to speak further; his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Yiyi was dazed, but under his freezing gaze, she did not dare to dilly-dally. She reached out to pick up the heavy, seven-layer cake. Even though the movement caused her clothes to become stained with cream, she did not dare to say anything. After pausing for several seconds, she gritted her teeth and smashed the entire cake onto the floor under his gaze.

Two enormous cakes had been smashed. The ground was now covered in fresh cream and cake pieces. The sweet scent of fresh cream in the air did not cause one to feel happy; instead, they could only feel the smoke from the gun drawing closer.

The employees did not dare to say a single word. Yiyi’s husband was even more fearful. He did not dare to speak up for his wife.

The commotion in the shop caught the attention of the passersby and a large crowd was beginning to form outside.

“Continue.”

Mo Jingshen’s voice was distinct and cold. He mildly glanced at the various large and small cakes left in the shop; most of them were pre-ordered and set to be collected by customers today. Others were samples of new cakes made a few days ago.

When the employees saw Mo Jingshen’s gaze, they immediately guessed his intention. However, no one dared to say anything, much less attempt to stop him.

Initially, the employees were clueless as to who CEO Mo was. However, when they saw the way their manager had fawned over him, they guessed that he was likely the owner of this island. They had heard that the owner had the surname ‘Mo.’ With little doubt, the so-called god was him.

Who dared to provoke such a powerful man, ah. To do so would be to express their desire to cease living in Argentina!

“CEO Mo, this… one should be enough… this…”