Chapter 1018 - Heartache (2/2)

Tang Ci could only hear the word ‘go’ and matched with Mo s.h.i.+’s twisted expression, she could tell that he did not want to marry her.

An Feng had heard that Second Young Master Mo was burned, but she did not expect it to be this serious. Her heart ached for Tang Ci and she held her hand gently.

Tang Ci gave a small smile to An Feng before she faced Mo s.h.i.+ whose expression was twisted. “Your brother spent a few billions to buy me from the Tang family. I heard that he never makes a loss in business. Are you sure you want me to go?”

Mo s.h.i.+ looked at the woman who could still smile when she was going to marry him soon and picked up an ashtray, throwing it at Tang Ci.

Tang Ci did not dodge and the ashtray hit the corner of her forehead, a stream of bright red flowed out.

When An Feng saw this, her expression changed. “Second Young Master Mo, how could you hit a woman?” An Feng wanted to pull Tang Ci away, but Tang Ci shook her head. “Auntie Feng, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Mo Ji, who had not spoken, glanced at Tang Ci and clapped his hands and the dressing room door was opened by two bodyguards. “Take Second Young Master out. I want to speak to Miss Tang alone.”

Tang Ci nodded at An Feng. “Auntie Feng, go to the church first!”

An Feng knew this was between the Tang family and the Mo family. Although it pained her to see Tang Ci like that, she could not do anything.

After sighing slightly, An Feng left.

When only Tang Ci and Mo Ji were left in the dressing room, Mo Ji sat on the sofa, crossing his long legs elegantly and lit a cigarette with his head lowered slightly.

Lifting the hem of her dress, Tang Ci sat beside him.

The smoke came out from the man’s lips and nose. He raised his head, glancing at Tang Ci, the long and upturned eyes under the lenses were cold. “Sit further away.”

Tang Ci did not move. She was very close to him and his perfectly ironed pants were pressed a little by her, his firm thighs were distinct. The thighs under the fabric looked strong, muscular and well-proportioned.

He looked thin, but the figure under the clothes were even better than a model.

Faced with the man’s bloodthirsty and dark aura, Tang Ci was not afraid. She smiled, her cat-liked eyes bright and playful. “You’re letting a woman who had confessed to you before, marry your brother. Master Mo, you are the only one in the world who would be so cold-hearted!” Tang Ci said and her slender finger poked at Mo Ji’s chest.

The next second, her finger was grabbed by him and there was an intense pain.

Tang Ci gasped and pulled away her finger that was about to be broken, the smile still on her face. Her hand that was lowered was on the side of his pants on his thighs, her fingertips brus.h.i.+ng against the zipper of his pants. It was unclear whether it was unintentional or intentional.

When his gaze swept towards her coldly, she grinned and moved her hand away. “I was almost crushed by your grip, I accidentally touched it.”

Mo Ji stared at her, his refined face grim. “If there’s still a next time, you won’t only be in pain. I’ll cripple your hand!”

Tang Ci looked at the cold beams shooting out from his eyes under the lenses and he was extremely aloof.

It was like a sharp and ruthless blade of ice.

The smile on Tang Ci’s lips deepened and her face came close to Mo Ji. “Okay. If you cripple one of my hand, I’ll tell Mo s.h.i.+ that his brother wanted to take advantage of me and I disagreed so he broke my hand.”

“Ha.” Mo Ji gave a low laugh. “I have a fiancée, and you’re not even a third of her. What reason do I have to take advantage of you?”

Before Tang Ci could say anything, the dressing room door was opened.

“Brother Ji.”