Chapter Twenty: The Little Wildcat Is Angry

He Zheyu's lips curled into a smile that was not quite a smile, as he pointed to the place where Zhao Qingwu's heart was and said, "It told me you wouldn't do that."

After speaking, He Zheyu turned and walked toward the door. As the door swung open, he added, "Yurou truly loves you. Her love is pure." All that remained for Zhao Qingwu was the swaying door, and he stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time. He had once boldly speculated about the mysterious benefactor behind Mo Qinghan, but He Zheyu had never been among those names. He recalled their first encounter at the Western restaurant—it was with He Zheyu, but at the time He Yurou was with them, so he had never suspected anything.

Was fate playing a cruel joke on him? One was the person he loved, the other his own sister. Whom should he protect?

Zhao Qingwu knew Zhao Yiya well. If she ever discovered Mo Qinghan’s existence, she would stop at nothing to destroy her, or perhaps make Mo Qinghan disappear from this world entirely.

He let out a long sigh, forcing himself to calm his mind and organize the chaotic thoughts swirling in his head. He collapsed onto the sofa, eyes closed, his gaze flickering restlessly beneath his eyelids. He placed a hand on his forehead, unsure whether he had managed to untangle the mess in his mind.

Han Mo saw He Zheyu emerge from a club called Hyacinth and hurried to open the car door for him. Once seated, He Zheyu leaned back against the seat, exhaled deeply, and said to Han Mo, "Let's go to the girl."

Suddenly, Han Mo’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, and he replied with slight awkwardness, "Boss, Miss Mo called me this afternoon and asked me to pick up your clothes from the dry cleaner. She also mentioned she lost her keys somewhere on the way back to campus, so she’s planning to stay at school for a while and won’t return to the apartment."

Listening to Han Mo, He Zheyu raised his brows slightly, a mysterious smile playing on his handsome face. He muttered to himself, "Looks like the little wildcat is throwing a tantrum." After a brief pause, he said, "Head back to the He residence. Suddenly, I feel like seeing little Yurou."

Han Mo turned the car around and drove toward the He family home.

Mo Qinghan was sitting cross-legged on her bed, engrossed in a global economics magazine. In the same dorm room, Dai Yawen was soaking her feet, gossiping with Zhang Wen, who was washing up nearby. "Yawen, have you heard? Apparently the school plans to invite He Zheyu, the president of He Group, to give a lecture so students can better understand the hiring standards of prestigious companies."

Zhang Wen replied while washing her face, "Seems so. The principal’s sent He Zheyu several invitations, but there’s been no definite response."

Dai Yawen glanced at Mo Qinghan, who was quietly listening, and asked with a smile, "Qinghan, isn’t He Yurou’s uncle the president of He Group, He Zheyu?"

Mo Qinghan’s gaze remained fixed on the magazine as she answered calmly, "I think so. Yurou hasn’t told me much about it."

Zhang Wen continued, "You and Yurou are so close, she must have introduced you to him."

Mo Qinghan murmured, "Mm."

Both Zhang Wen and Dai Yawen asked in unison, "Is he handsome?"

Looking at the two girls, whose eyes sparkled with peach-colored hearts, Mo Qinghan couldn’t help but chuckle, "He’s alright, not as handsome as the rumors say."