Sure enough, He Shaoqi told the person on the other end of the phone, "Transfer 300 million to this account."

The most handsome moment for a man is when he casually squanders a huge sum of money without even blinking.

Seeing He Shaoqi inject funds into the company so readily and without question, Mo Jing could see it as an affirmation of Vanilla Collection's future development.

Although I certainly won't let He Shaoqi's investment suffer a loss, I still have to thank him again out of courtesy.

"Thank you, He Shaoqi. Just wait to get your shares." Mo Jing said firmly, looking very confident.

"Then I'll have to trouble you." He Shaoqi looked at Mo Jing's eyes, which were sparkling under the lights, and smiled to comfort her.

Ling Moyuan remained as if he were invisible, sitting there calmly and listening to the two of them talk without uttering a single word.

Actually, he really wanted to ask, "Mo Jing, is your injury healed?"

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the answer out, so he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and silently drank his porridge.

"By the way, Mo Yuan, I heard that Shen Xiangming from Kyoto is trying to curry favor with you and get in touch with your old man?" As if remembering something, He Shaoqi asked nosy.

When Mo Jing heard the name, her hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, very slightly.

Although the movement was very slight, Ling Moyuan still caught it, and a glint flashed in his dark eyes.

Ling Moyuan stared intently at her, his tone flat and emotionless, as if he were talking about a stranger. In fact, to Ling Moyuan, Shen Xiangming was indeed a stranger. "He's not worthy?"

Seeing that Ling Moyuan had no intention of discussing this topic, He Shaoqi did not continue the conversation.

The atmosphere, which had been quite harmonious just moments before, inexplicably turned strange after Shen Xiangming was mentioned.

The strangest one was Mo Jing. After saying Shen Xiangming's name, she lowered her head and didn't say another word.

She didn't want it to be like this; she didn't want people to so easily see her unease and anger. Even after all this time, whenever someone mentioned Shen Xiangming and Bai Sihang, Mo Jing would think of that man's scalpel, the icy, piercing pain as it cut into her skin. She couldn't imagine him cruelly peeling off her own face and placing it on another woman, seeing that woman every day—wouldn't he feel heartache and disgust?

Mo Jing felt a chill run down her spine whenever she thought about these things.

There's no longer any way to pretend nothing's wrong.

Her face was somewhat pale; it turned out that even after so long, hearing that name again would still have an impact on her.

That's not enough, not enough. She must one day be able to stand before Shen Xiangming and talk and laugh with composure in the face of adversity.

To retaliate against Shen Xiangming and take everything that belonged to him was Bai Sihang's only reason for living in this world after becoming Mo Jing.

In the sparsely populated woods, the occasional howl of animals foraging at night could be heard. Mo Jing ran forward frantically, panting heavily, persisting in her aimless rush even though her body was at its limit.

The camera pans to Shen Xiangming in the background, holding a sharp scalpel that gleams with a chilling light. His face is contorted with rage as he smiles at her without saying a word, simply twirling the scalpel in his hand.

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