Chapter 4 Shoulder Strap Slips



Xiong Chumo clicked her tongue in surprise. In her mind, a girl who could get forced to drop out of school was definitely not a good person.

They're either tacky, flamboyant girls or scheming, manipulative women who prey on men.

In addition, she had heard Ling Tian say that Ling Mo had been seducing men everywhere in that small rural area, had suffered three miscarriages, and had a terrible reputation.

Thinking about it this way, Xiong Chumo's impression of Ling Mo worsened even further.

While greeting the guests, Su Yu followed everyone's gaze and stared maliciously at Ling Mo, who had an elegant and stunning presence, like a big star.

It must be said that Ling Mo's temperament is indeed outstanding. Even without doing anything, he can easily become the focus of attention.

This scene reminded Su Yu of the grand occasion when Ling Mo had not yet been sent to the countryside.

Seven years ago, Ling Mo, who was still in elementary school, became the number one socialite in Linjiang City because of her outstanding temperament.

At that time, almost all the wealthy young masters in the city were waiting for her to grow up.

Ling Tian, ​​whom Su Yu had painstakingly cultivated, always appeared overshadowed and even insignificant in the face of Ling Mo's overwhelming aura of sophistication...

Thinking of this, Su Yu subconsciously clenched her fists.

She had worked so hard to elevate Ling Tian to the position of the top socialite, and she absolutely could not tolerate Ling Mo popping out again to ruin her plans.

"Yunlong, why are you only arriving now? President Li has been waiting for you for a long time." Su Yu, dressed in a wine-red brocade cheongsam, swayed gracefully as she arrived.

"Oh? What does he want with me?"

Su Yu raised an eyebrow and lowered her voice, saying, "They said they want to invest."

Upon hearing this, Ling Yunlong's face lit up with joy, and he instantly forgot all about Ling Mo, focusing only on urging Su Yu on:

"Take me there quickly."

Ling Mo was left alone, but showed no sign of embarrassment.

She stood gracefully in the center of the dance floor, quietly waiting for her childhood sweetheart to step into the banquet hall.

The guests present glanced at Ling Mo, whose skin was as white as snow and whose temperament was cool and serene, and whispered among themselves from time to time.

"Is this the eldest daughter of the Ling family who has been left to fend for herself in the countryside for seven years?"

"I think so. I didn't expect you to still be so beautiful!"

"The little girl is so charming now that she's grown up; she has the same charm as her mother when she was young."

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. Her mother was absolutely stunning in Linjiang back in the day!"

Hearing the guests' approval of Ling Mo, Ling Tian's delicately made-up face turned pale with anger.

Xiong Chumo immediately saw through Ling Tian's emotions, so he grabbed her arm and urged her on with great enthusiasm:

"Sweetie, shall we go and greet Ling Mo too?"

The socialites surrounding Ling Tian became interested after hearing what Xiong Chumo said and chimed in with their opinions.

"I remember Ling Mo won the Munich International Music Competition when he was ten years old. I wonder if he's still a match for Tian Tian after all these years?"

"She spent seven years in the countryside and never even touched a piano key. In my opinion, she has no chance against Tian Tian."

"She's just a country girl? She's acting like an international supermodel. It's ridiculous."

...

Ling Tian took in all the criticisms, and her face, which had been flushed with anger, finally broke into a bright smile.

She gently took Xiong Chumo's hand and said softly:

"Sister Mo seems a little uncomfortable being all alone. Shall we go and keep her company?"

The other young ladies echoed her sentiments, remarking that Ling Tian was just like her name suggested—sweet, lovely, and kind-hearted.

Just then, Liang Feifan, who arrived late, happened to see Ling Mo standing in the center of the dance floor like the Statue of Liberty.

His handsome brows furrowed slightly, and he hesitated for a moment before coming to his senses.

Ling Mo keenly caught the sound of his slightly hurried footsteps, turned around unhurriedly, and looked around with a hint of malice.

Liang Feifan was wearing a well-tailored white suit, looking handsome and gentle.

At this moment, almost all the socialites and heiresses on the scene stared at the twenty-year-old new young master of the Liang family with infatuated eyes.

Those who were bolder went straight up to strike up a conversation.

However, Liang Feifan was quite indifferent to the girls' attempts to be friendly. He gave them a polite but distant nod and walked towards Ling Mo.

Xiong Chumo mistakenly thought that Liang Feifan had come for Ling Tian, ​​and poked Ling Tian's arm with a mixture of envy and jealousy, "You're so lucky! The young master of the Liang family actually came to celebrate your birthday in person."

"Chu Mo, you're making fun of me again!"

Ling Tian blushed shyly, having already forgotten about Ling Mo.

She awkwardly straightened the wrinkles in her haute couture dress, looking shyly at the man she had long admired.

"Brother Feifan..."

However, to her surprise, Liang Feifan seemed not to see her at all, brushing past her indifferently and walking straight towards Ling Mo, who was only an arm's length away from her.

Ling Tian received no response from Liang Feifan and awkwardly swallowed back the words she had prepared for so long.

Her eyes were tinged with crimson, and she glared at the composed Ling Mo with a jealous look.

At this moment, she was even more eager for Ling Mo's tampered dress to make him look foolish.

"How dare you even attend Xiaotian's birthday party?"

After years of separation, what I received was not a simple "How have you been?"

Just like last time, Liang Feifan maintained his arrogant demeanor.

Still indifferent.

Still aggressive.

Ling Mo suppressed the last trace of lingering affection in his eyes and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Whether I come or not is my own business. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"

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