This kind of probing was meaningless to Mingdai.
She turned her head and glanced at Mo Tingchuan.
"This is not your concern."
He sneered, "It's none of your business."
Mo Tingchuan scrutinized Mingdai's expression.
I feel sorry for you.
Mo Tingchuan said, "If you and your third uncle are truly in love, but he still marries another woman in the end, how heartbroken would you be?"
"What's there to be sad about?"
Mingdai remained calm and composed, seemingly oblivious to Mo Tingchuan's sarcasm.
"It's his freedom to marry whomever he wants."
"If we get divorced, do you think he will marry you?"
Mo Tingchuan approached Mingdai.
Raindrops splashed onto their faces with the wind, feeling slightly cool.
Mingdai remained motionless.
Mo Tingchuan stood right in front of her.
"If we get divorced, would you marry He Yaonian without hesitation, just like you did when you wanted to marry me?"
Mo Tingchuan was convinced that Mingdai had fallen for He Yaonian.
The rain poured down relentlessly, its deafening roar echoing as it hit the ground.
Mingdai and Motingchuan were less than two meters away from the rain.
The chill of the rain hit them both, making them feel very cold.
Mingdai remained calm, as if Mo Tingchuan were being unreasonable.
“You are you, and your third uncle is your third uncle.”
What's the point of comparing them?
What's the point of comparing them?
"You mean that as long as we get a divorce, you will definitely marry Uncle San?"
Mo Tingchuan didn't know what was wrong with him, but he insisted on arguing with Mingdai about such an unpredictable matter.
Mingdai looked at Mo Tingchuan, who was so close to her.
She wasn't used to being so close.
He slowly took a step back.
But when she took a step back, Mo Tingchuan took a step forward.
Mingdai's satire.
"You've already placed all your bets on Fang Li, and you firmly believe that Fang Li will marry Third Uncle, so why are you saying all this here?"
Mo Tingchuan's pupils darkened.
"You've fallen for her after all."
I'm tempted...
Mingdai inwardly mocked herself, realizing she had fallen for him.
But it wasn't up to her.
Mo Tingchuan stepped back and stood next to Mingdai.
He stared at the heavy rain for a while before bending down to light his cigarette.
The smoke drifted with the wind to Mingdai's nose.
Mingdai frowned in disgust.
Mo Tingchuan was lost in thought and didn't notice her reaction.
Fortunately, the rain subsided quickly, and Mingdai then ran towards her car with her umbrella.
She and Mo Tingchuan arrived at the He family villa one after the other.
Mo Yumei and Mo Qingying have also returned to live here.
He Yaoyuan has disappeared.
Mingdai continued to inquire about Master He's situation from the steward.
The butler whispered, "This is a very important matter, and Third Master won't easily reveal the news. Miss Ming, don't worry. Second Master has been doing charity work all these years, and he will definitely get through this difficult time."
Mingdai chimed in, "Yes, that's what I think too."
Mingdai planned to go upstairs to rest.
Ling Yang called Ming Dai.
"Where are you? Come out for a drink."
Mingdai was very tired after a busy day.
"I don't want to drink, I can't drink anymore. I'm tired and want to rest."
The sounds from Ling Yang's side were quite lively.
“Mingdai, since neither of us can get He Yaonian, how about I introduce you to a few male models? They’re all 188cm tall, have eight-pack abs, and are very muscular. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
Mingdai thought she had misheard.
Male model?
no.
She took her phone away and checked it, confirming that it was indeed Ling Yang calling.
She suspected that Ling Yang had drunk too much.
After all, in the few times he had contact with Ling Yang, Ling Yang had always been quite serious.
"If you've had too much to drink, I'll call you a designated driver."
After thinking about it, I realized that using a designated driver wasn't very safe.
Mingdai didn't know Ling Yang's other friends, and she didn't want to be Ling Yang's driver herself.
"I didn't drink too much."
Ling Yang chuckled, "You haven't ever hired a male model before, have you?"
Mingdai: "..."
If she had more entertainment activities, if she had a more open personality, if she liked eating, drinking and having fun, she might actually have ordered it.
Ling Yang: "Come out. Life is too short. Why are you so hung up on one person?"
Mingdai remained silent.
"It's not as serious as you make it out to be."
"Come out, come out."
Ling Yang urged, "I'll wait for you."
Ling Yang then sent Ming Dai an address.
Mingdai stared at the address for a few seconds, then turned and went upstairs.
After changing into clothes more suitable for entertainment, he sped off in his car.
Hearing the noise, Mo Tingchuan looked out the window.
He was certain that Mingdai's car had left the villa.
Mo Tingchuan immediately called Mingdai.
Mingdai didn't answer.
Mo Tingchuan persisted in fighting.
Mingdai has blocked her.
Mo Tingchuan called from a different phone number.
Mingdai was annoyed.
He then asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"What are you doing out at this hour?"
"What's it to you?"
"Don't forget you're my wife."
"Mind your own business."
Mingdai hung up the phone.
When Mo Tingchuan called again, she blocked him again.
Find Ling Yang at the entertainment club.
Inside the private room, Ling Yang was truly skilled and daring.
She ordered eight male models.
These eight male models are all handsome and tall, some are muscular, some are delicate, and some are foreign with deep and beautiful features.
At this moment, some of the male models were feeding Ling Yang wine, some were dancing shirtless, some were singing, and some were trying to make Ling Yang happy.
Mingdai was frightened.
Her life had never been so colorful.
She had no idea that people could live so freely and unrestrainedly.
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