Chapter 174 He Lost at the Beginning

Shen Nian glanced at the remaining half bottle of wine, and his tone suddenly became cunning, "That's not enough? Then why do you think I will look at you more?"

"With your face and figure? Or are you good at flirting? Or are you experienced in accompanying rich women?"

Mo Qian's face turned pale, and he was shocked to realize that he seemed to be following Shen Nian's script completely.

He felt inexplicably nervous.

He originally thought that no matter how bad it was, he would still be the one controlling the script, but now, he was being played around by Shen Nian without knowing it.

Did she trick him into coming in and kill him?

Mo Qian's back broke out in a cold sweat. She was the one who was fishing.

Shen Nian's fingertips flicked the wine bottle, making a crisp sound, "Why, is this all your skills are? I was ready for you to amaze me, but now it seems that you are just so-so."

Mo Qian's eyes were deep, "Miss Shen, what do you want to say?"

Shen Nian knew that he would not continue to act. He had already realized that the dominant power was in her hands.

He is a shrewd person. If not for some changes in the situation, he would not be so impatient.

She would not play the game of who is the soldier and who is the thief with him.

Now is the most exciting moment of the game.

Shen Nian clapped his hands, and the door of the private room was pushed open, and two tall and long-legged men walked in.

Mo Qian knew who they were at a glance. Male models from the club.

His expression became even uglier.

Shen Nian smiled at Mo Qian, "I said, don't play art with me. According to the progress, you should be sitting next to me now, making me unable to stop."

"It's a pity that I haven't seen how powerful you are until now."

Shen Nian gave a look, and two male models came over and sat on either side of her.

One of them poured her wine, and the other shyly and eagerly called out "Miss Shen".

Shen Nian hooked his face, "Can you kiss?"

The young male model's face turned red. Regardless of whether it was real or fake, he looked so tender that you could squeeze juice out of him.

Shen Nian smiled indifferently, glanced at the wine on the table and said, "Drink whichever you like, sister will pay for it."

The male model who was pouring the wine seemed to have finally waited for her to speak. He opened a bottle of wine and drank it without saying much.

The young male model talked to make Shen Nian happy, while carefully touching her hand, and seeing that she did not refuse, he moved closer to her with a little boldness.

"Sister, can I accompany you tonight?"

Shen Nian's hand was held by him, and her eyes were still neither hot nor cold, "Sister likes pure things."

The young male model doesn’t care at all about who is around him. He has to take this step anyway, so the beautiful and rich sister is naturally the best choice.

She is really, really pretty.

“Sister, look at me and see if I am…” He held Shen Nian’s hand and came to his chest.

Shen Nian lived up to his expectations and traced his chest. The young man's chest muscles, well, pretty good.

Mo Qian sat nearby. He wanted to be angry but had no right to be angry, and he wanted to leave but had no reason to leave.

He was left hanging by Shen Nian to watch how she played.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this before, but now he felt deeply insulted.

It was as if she had slapped me several times, each one so loud.

Shen Nian suddenly said, “Do you want to play together, or watch and guide?”

Mo Qian clenched his fists, his eyes were cold, "What do you mean?"

Shen Nian waved and asked the male models to leave. The young man glared at Mo Qian sadly.

Ruining his good deeds.

Shen Nian stroked her long hair and said sarcastically, "How do you think they compare to you?"

Mo Qian couldn't utter a word.

Chen Nian: "She is clean and capable, which is what we lack the most now. Your only strength is that you are ruthless enough to send yourself to me for the sake of your sponsor."

Mo Qian was shocked, “Shen Nian, didn’t anyone teach you to be careful when speaking?”

Shen Nian found his annoyed look even more amusing, "Why should I be careful about my degree? You've already delivered it to me. It's a pity that I don't play."

"Your dear sponsor must be very touched. In addition to playing with you, she also lets you help her solve her problems. You have become a sharp weapon in her hand."

Mo Qian stared at her. What on earth did she know?

Shen Nian took a sip of wine and finally made it clear: "Your Ms. Song will soon be left with nothing and become a joke among all the rich wives in Hong Kong. It's rare that you can still work for her here."

Mo Qian felt like he was on fire and he almost jumped up.

Impossible. Why would Shen Nian mention her?

When he came back from abroad, he didn't even meet her because he was afraid of causing trouble for her.

How did Shen Nian know?

Mo Qian felt like his cards were exposed.

Shen Nian admired his exasperation, "When you served her, you must have been very attentive to gain her trust. But what does it matter if she trusts you? When she wants to abandon you, it's like throwing away garbage."

"You volunteered to help her get me, which is a great sentiment, but in her eyes, I am just a dirty cucumber. You are just acting to impress yourself. What she likes is still young and clean meat."

Mo Qian's face began to change color.

Shen Nian stood up, walked in front of him, and looked at his face carefully, a natural actor.

"What makes an artist like you think you can take me down?"

"On the one hand, you are touched by your own passionate feelings, but on the other hand, you want to sleep with women without any bottom line. Don't you feel disgusted? It's obvious that your roots are rotten, but you still hypnotize yourself that you are doing it for someone."

"It seems that you and Ms. Song are a good match, and you are equally wicked."

Mo Qian gasped, as if his mask had been torn off, leaving only the ugliest layer.

Shen Nian retracted his gaze, "It's just the beginning now, Mo Qian. Whether it's Song Qingyi or yourself, enjoy the highlight I prepared for you."

Seeing that she was about to leave the private room, Mo Qian called out to her, “Chen Nian, when did you find out?”

"Is there any point in asking this now? But I can satisfy your curiosity and let you die with a clear mind."

Shen Nian smiled ostentatiously, “Ever since you appeared next to my seat on the flight, I have been wary of you.”

Mo Qian couldn't believe this answer. It meant that he treated the other person as prey and the other person's hunting rifle had been aimed at him for a long time.

He lost from the beginning.

He was so clever that he used so many tricks, thinking that he could achieve his goal slowly.

In Shen Nian's eyes, he is just a clown.

Shen Nian advised him one last time: "Distinguish between reality and drama, and don't act like a love saint or a great artist."

"Don't mention anything about He Zhiheng in front of me. You can't compare with him, whether in acting or character."

Mo Qian felt that even the last bit of his dignity was torn to pieces by Shen Nian.

He always refuted that he was not that kind of sick so-called artist.

But he found that he could not refute every word Shen Nian said.

This game started with Song Qingyi's revenge and his humiliation, but ended with their arrogance.

What to do now?

How much of Shen Nian's revenge can he bear?