CHAPTER 258: CHAPTER 258

Jiang Moxi ended her call with Ye Chen and went back to the Technical College to collect this year’s new textbooks.

New Year had just passed not long ago, and the students still carried the joy of the holiday.

Having just gotten her new books, Jiang Moxi’s desk mate Mu Wanting clung to her, gossiping about recent incidents.

"Moxi, did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Lai Xueer got expelled! Heard her sugar daddy’s legit wife made a fuss to the school leaders, demanding an explanation from the school, so the school had no choice but to expel her."

"I also heard that the house and designer bags that old man bought for Lai Xueer were all reclaimed by his wife through the court as marital property."

"So you really shouldn’t go too far like Lai Xueer, look at her, not a cent gained, and just played by the old man for half a year for nothing."

However, as Mu Wanting and Jiang Moxi were gossiping about this, Lai Xueer just happened to pass by them, carrying a pile of stuff.

And what’s more unfortunate, Lai Xueer overheard much of what Mu Wanting had just said.

Unable to swallow this affront, Lai Xueer stopped in her tracks, still holding her things: "What do you guys know!"

Lai Xueer, slightly annoyed, glared fiercely at Jiang Moxi and Mu Wanting.

In reality, she didn’t want to return to school at all, because standing together with students like Jiang Moxi and Mu Wanting, Lai Xueer could clearly sense a sort of worldly air about herself.

But she had no choice; if she didn’t go back to school to collect her stuff, the school would keep calling her non-stop.

Thinking that she wouldn’t have to see these people ever again, Lai Xueer coldly mocked: "Think you’ll have a good life just by burying yourselves in books? Idiots! Wait and see, in the end, it’s those of us who understand how to invest that will live well."

After dropping this harsh remark, Lai Xueer, holding her stuff, strode away arrogantly.

Mu Wanting eyed Lai Xueer’s receding figure: "Tsk, a Gucci coat, LV scarf, and even the bag is Hermès. Looks like she’s latched onto a new big leg. No wonder she walks with such a swing!"

Jiang Moxi just chuckled and didn’t make any comments.

Because whether good or bad, that was Lai Xueer’s personal choice.

Having gotten the textbooks, Jiang Moxi was planning to invite Yu Dingding out for a meal to relax.

Unexpectedly, she had just reached the school gate when four Audis stopped right in front of her.

From one of the Audis stepped out a young man.

He wasn’t ugly, but neither was he particularly handsome.

Yet, this person put on the air of a profligate young master, asking Jiang Moxi: "You’re Jiang Moxi, right? Let me treat you to a cup of coffee."

"I have no interest in having coffee with strangers," Jiang Moxi said, planning to pass by the young man and leave.

"My name is Fang Yong, from a family of wealth and power. Now we know each other, right? Can we have coffee together now?" Fang Yong said.

"Don’t bother me." Jiang Moxi was somewhat annoyed.

Fang Yong sneered: "Don’t force me to drink penalty alcohol if you refuse a toast; do you think I brought so many people to stop you just to let you run away?"

Fang Yong, looking at the pure yet alluring face in front of him, had already envisioned countless ways to make Jiang Moxi cry.

"Who sent you?" Jiang Moxi calmly faced Fang Yong.

Her instincts told her that Fang Yong’s approach wasn’t simply based on her beauty; there must be someone else behind him pulling the strings.

"I’m not some common chump that anyone can order around. It’s just that someone told me you look enchanting and playing with you must be exciting."

Fang Yong even reached out to touch Jiang Moxi’s cheek.

Jiang Moxi dodged, but she already had a vague idea in her mind.

"Then let’s go. After we’re done, I need to meet a friend for dinner."

Suddenly changing her mind, Jiang Moxi even took the initiative to walk towards one of the Audis and opened the passenger door.

Fang Yong’s eyes lit up instantly: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, women these days really know how to let loose! But you’ll sit in the back seat, we can start right now."

"No, I get car sick, I need to sit in the front."

Jiang Moxi pulled the bodyguard out of the passenger seat and took the seat herself.

The bodyguard, suddenly dragged out of the car, looked at Fang Yong in a daze.

"That’s fine, take the car behind."

Fang Yong stared at Jiang Moxi’s graceful figure, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets, anxious and impatient.

As a result, the bodyguard got into another car, while Fang Yong lasciviously climbed into the back seat of the car Jiang Moxi was in.

At first, the car drove forward normally.

Not until the car turned into a street with very few pedestrians did Jiang Moxi suddenly punch the driver in the face.

The driver cried out in pain, still trying to control the steering wheel: "You brat, don’t try to grab the wheel, it’s dangerous!"

"Have you gone mad, woman!"

Fang Yong even tried to help the driver, but Jiang Moxi landed a punch on his nose, causing him to bleed profusely.

While Fang Yong was crying out with his nose covered, Jiang Moxi tore off the driver’s seatbelt and kicked him out of the car.

After dealing with the driver, Jiang Moxi smoothly sat in the driver’s seat and took hold of the steering wheel.

Fang Yong then realized that Jiang Moxi’s request to sit in the passenger seat, pretending to be carsick, was all to disguise her intention to seize the steering wheel.

"Don’t mess around! Don’t even think about kidnapping me, I’m going to jump out!"

Fang Yong said in all seriousness.

Jiang Moxi glanced at him and then floored the gas pedal.

Fang Yong, watching the car speed as if to take flight, swallowed hard several times but never dared to jump out.

Seeing the other three Audi cars of his bodyguards been left far behind by Jiang Moxi, Fang Yong hurriedly said:

"I’m a member of the Fang Family! You must have heard of Fang Jin, he’s my elder uncle. If you dare to do anything to me, he won’t let you off."

It was this very statement that made Jiang Moxi curiously glance at Fang Yong through the rearview mirror.

"Now I know how to deal with you better!"

The girl was smiling, her smile gentle and pure and yet captivating.

But Fang Yong, looking at the girl’s smile through the rearview mirror, felt nothing but chills down his spine...

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Meanwhile, in Emperor City—

Qin Shuang’s face was still wrapped in gauze, as she waited in her room for a response from Fang Yong.

She had intended to have the same people who had dealt with Yu Dingding take care of Jiang Moxi as well.

But strangely, she couldn’t get through to those people’s phones.

Left with no other choice, Qin Shuang then thought of Fang Yong.

Fang Yong was also a collateral member of the Fang Family, who had spent some time mixing it up in Emperor City and had reasonably good ties with the influential Feng Family at the center of Emperor City’s power vortex.

But after a few indiscretions with women led to serious trouble, Head of the Family Fang Jin sent him off to Yan City.

However, such a lecher would not keep his hands to himself even after being cast aside.

When Qin Shuang casually shared Jiang Moxi’s photo with Fang Yong during a chat, he was immediately drooling with desire.

As Fang Yong started inquiring about Jiang Moxi’s details, Qin Shuang conveniently informed him that Jiang Moxi knew a bit of Kung Fu.

So when Fang Yong went to find Jiang Moxi, he specially brought a considerable number of people.

He even thanked Qin Shuang several times for the information.

Qin Shuang was still smug about her ability to kill two birds with one stone, getting rid of the thorn in her side Jiang Moxi and winning Fang Yong’s gratitude.

But with no word from Fang Yong, Qin Shuang was bored out of her mind.

So, she took out the video she had filmed of the hooligans bullying Yu Dingding and, after enjoying it for a bit, made a phone call.

"Find an opportunity to show the video I sent you to Yu Tongshu, let him enjoy how his precious daughter got played with!"