Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Storm Approaches 7

Sitting in the car, He Yurou rested her head against the window, her face clouded with suspicion as she gazed outside. Her mind kept replaying the strange scene between He Zheyu and Zhao Qingwu before they got into the car. Guided by a woman’s intuition, she was convinced something had happened between Zhao Qingwu and her uncle. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, making her anxiously shout at Han Mo, “Turn around. I’m not going home. Wherever they’re going, I’ll go too.”

Han Mo’s face showed extreme discomfort. He hesitated, lips moving before he finally spoke. “But the boss told me to take you home.” After a few seconds, he added, “I think it’s best to follow the boss’s instructions. You—”

Before he could finish, a string of mocking words poured straight into his ears. “You’re nothing but a servant raised by the He family. Since when does a servant get to question where their master goes? I said I’m not going home. Wherever my uncle goes, He Yurou will follow!”

Han Mo gripped the steering wheel tightly, struggling to suppress his dissatisfaction. His tone remained calm. “I really don’t know where the boss is.”

He Yurou sensed that Han Mo had exhausted all his patience. Her cold voice rang out again, “If you keep driving forward, I’ll jump out of the car.” After she spoke, Han Mo clearly heard the sound of the back door unlocking. Just as He Yurou was about to open the door, Han Mo immediately turned the car around.

On the boxing ring, the two men stared each other down with deep, dangerous eyes. A powerful and chilling aura of hostility filled the entire room.

After a bout of fierce fighting, Zhao Qingwu’s face was mottled with bruises, while He Zheyu’s face bore lighter marks, not as severe as Zhao Qingwu’s.

Breathing heavily, He Zheyu swept his dark gaze over Zhao Qingwu, who lay sprawled on the floor. He spoke coldly, “Is that all you’ve got? Didn’t you say you’d snatch her away from me?” Then he growled, “Come on! I’ve warned you before to stay away from her, but you insist on crossing my line.”

Zhao Qingwu slowly got up from the floor, half-crouched, paused to catch his breath, then stood up straight. Wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, he shouted, “The one Mo Qinghan loves most in her heart is me! It’s me, Zhao Qingwu, not you, He Zheyu. If you hadn’t interfered, how could she possibly be yours?”

He Zheyu looked at the frenzied Zhao Qingwu and let out a low, icy laugh. “Are you so sure that without me, Mo Qinghan would definitely be yours?” He finished speaking and stared at Zhao Qingwu with a sullen face.

Faced with this question, Zhao Qingwu suddenly lost his confidence, but still replied with determination, “If it wasn’t for Mo Qingyu, she wouldn’t have become the third party between you and my sister.”

“I only agree with your first point. If it weren’t for Mo Qingyu’s appearance, she wouldn't have become my woman so quickly, but she is not a third party.”

“You always say you love her, but when she was forced by Mo Qingyu’s situation to frequent high-end clubs, using her body as capital to give Mo Qingyu a chance to survive, where were you? What did you ever do for her?”

Zhao Qingwu moved his lips but said nothing, because he had indeed done nothing of any real significance.

“For her sake, I had all the high-end clubs in Nan City shut down, abandoned projects worth over ten billion, just to keep her from falling into an irretrievable abyss.”