Su Yu, abandoning her usual harsh demeanor, smiled warmly and held her hand, asking about her well-being with concern:

"MoMo, why are your hands so cold? Did you catch a cold?"

"I don't know why, but I feel inexplicably nauseous." Ling Mo said bluntly, quietly withdrawing his hand from Su Yu's palm.

She glanced around warily and saw a man crouching behind the fountain, holding a camera in one hand, and understood what was going on.

Su Yu shamelessly insisted on holding her hand, simply wanting the media waiting at the Emperor Hotel to capture this "loving" scene in order to wash away the negative image of the wicked stepmother.

Thinking of this, Ling Mo took a step back, then stumbled and fell to the ground as if she had lost her balance.

Su Yu, whose face had just turned pale from Ling Mo's veiled insult of "disgusting," saw Ling Mo stage another fake fall, and a crack suddenly appeared on her delicate face.

She had originally intended to turn and leave, but with so many people around, she had to change to a concerned expression and anxiously inquired of Ling Mo, who had already stood up from the ground:

"Mo Mo, are you alright? How could you be so careless?"

Before Ling Mo could reply, a short, stout middle-aged man walked towards them.

He rubbed his hands excitedly, his tiny, squinty eyes lingering on Ling Mo's long, beautiful legs beneath her school uniform skirt for a long while, until he heard Su Yu's dry cough. Only then did he look away and extend his hand to Ling Yunlong.

"Mr. Ling, it's been a long time."

"Mr. Li, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Ling Yunlong shook hands with him politely.

In fact, Ling Yunlong saw through President Li's ill intentions towards Ling Mo at a glance, but pretended not to know anything about it, and even personally introduced his two daughters to him.

To him, his daughter was neither a sweet little cotton-padded jacket nor a precious pearl held in the palm of his hand, but rather a powerful bargaining chip for his meteoric rise to power.

Ling Tian is known as the number one socialite in Linjiang City, and she is bound to find a good marriage in the future.

Even if she doesn't marry into the Liang family, the person she marries will be a newly rich and powerful family.

Therefore, when he introduced Ling Tian to President Li, he only mentioned it casually before subtly standing in front of her to block President Li's overly intense gaze.

Ling Mo's circumstances were somewhat poor; he had been fostered in the countryside for many years, making it difficult for him to integrate into high society circles.

In addition, the fact that she had suffered several miscarriages had already spread among the socialites in Linjiang City, and it was likely that no one would dare to marry her again, except for the foolish son of the Jiang family.

Therefore, it is clear that Ling Mo's value is not high.

If she could secure additional investment from Guanghua Industrial for him, that would be even better.

Even if it meant sacrificing his physical body slightly, Ling Yunlong didn't think it was a big deal.

The shoes on either side are worn-out shoes that have been repeatedly abused; it doesn't matter if they are worn out one more time or one less time.

Ling Yunlong's eyes darkened, completely disregarding their father-daughter relationship. He pressed down on Ling Mo's shoulder with one hand, forcing her to face President Li, and smiled:

"MoMo, this is General Manager Li from Guanghua Industry. You should have met him at Xiaotian's birthday party last time."

"Miss Ling, it's an honor to meet you."

Mr. Li eagerly handed over his business card, his eyes gleaming with a sharp glint as he looked at Ling Mo.

Ling Mo nodded slightly, glanced at the large "Li Tao" on the business card, and then disgustedly stuffed the card into his shoulder bag.

Mr. Li glanced at Ling Mo, whose expression was indifferent, but his mind was already wandering.

Tired of passionate and alluring women, it's refreshing to try a pure and innocent girl like Ling Mo once in a while.

Add to that her long, slender, white legs beneath her school uniform skirt, and just imagining it is enough to know how wonderful it would be...

“Mr. Ling, it’s windy here. Let’s go inside and talk in detail.”

Mr. Li swallowed hard, unable to contain his desire any longer. He gestured towards the main entrance of the Emperor Hotel and quickly invited Ling Yunlong and the others inside.

Ling Mo deliberately walked at the very back, and while everyone was distracted, he subtly sent a WeChat message to his friend Ryan in the industry:

[Brother, is there any way to get Bai Jie to the Emperor Hotel? Could you please tell her that her nemesis, Su Yu, is currently having a secret rendezvous with his lover at the Emperor Hotel?]

[What a coincidence, Bai Jie just returned to Linjiang last night. Recently, Zhao Jingchun and others have dug up a lot of dirt on her, and she's preparing to hold a press conference at the Emperor Hotel tonight at 8 PM. I'll let her know now.]

Thank you.

Why should I thank you between us? You saved my life.

Ryan was very concerned about Ling Mo's matter. After stubbing out his cigarette, he relayed what Ling Mo had said to Bai Jie, who was busy memorizing the whitewashing manuscript.

On the other side, as soon as Ling Mo entered the private room, President Li eagerly pulled out a chair for her and sat down next to her.

"Miss Ling, what would you like to eat?"

President Li sat down next to Ling Mo, completely losing interest in discussing serious matters with Ling Yunlong, and instead kept pestering Ling Mo with questions.

Ling Mo was instantly enraged by President Li's overly harsh tone, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up abruptly.

Ling Yunlong, fearing that Ling Mo might suddenly lose his temper and drive away President Li, his cash cow, frowned and asked sternly:

"What's wrong with you? How have I taught you? You have no manners at all."

"Mr. Ling, you are mistaken. I think your daughter is very straightforward and adorable," Mr. Li said with an embarrassed smile, trying to smooth things over.

"Mo Mo, sit down quickly, don't let President Li laugh at us."

Seeing that Ling Mo had no intention of sitting down, Ling Yunlong simply stood up, walked over to her seat, and forcibly pressed her back down.

Ling Mo frowned, barely suppressing the urge to knock Ling Yunlong to the ground. He deliberately moved his chair away, creating a small distance between himself and President Li.

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