Chapter 509

Chapter 509 Between Tigers and Wolves!

At some point, Su Rui’s figure had already appeared in the living room of this hotel suite. He sat on the sofa, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee, gently blowing on the steam while watching the hazy scene in the bathroom.

　　Very soon, Su Rui felt that his choice to brew a hot coffee had been a mistake.

　　Su Rui was a normal man, and now that he had taken in nearly every inch of Mo Bofen’s figure, how could his heart not be burning with heat? Here he was in the middle of summer, holding a cup of hot coffee — heat on top of heat. It was a thoroughly idiotic move.

　　Mo Bofen showered, her mind replaying the events of today’s concert. Before stepping into the bathroom, she had already worked out a preliminary plan for revenge. If she followed through with it, Borui would go to full-scale war with Chenhua Entertainment, unleashing a storm of blood and chaos across the entertainment industry.

　　But once she stepped into the bathroom, Su Rui’s shadow filled her mind completely.

　　Of course, as a “worldly and experienced” powerhouse of a woman, this was absolutely not her falling for Su Rui — it was simply that this young man she had never met before gave her an extraordinarily mysterious feeling. Every scheme of hers had been seen through by him, and at this moment, Mo Bofen even had the unsettling sense that she had dug a pit and jumped into it herself.

　　Thinking back to the moment he had wrapped his arm around her waist while also groping her backside, a flash of indignant embarrassment crossed Mo Bofen’s face. She looked furious, and slapped her palm hard against the bathroom wall.

　　How dare he be so brazen with her — he had to pay for this.

　　Yet what this powerful woman didn’t know was that in the living room just on the other side of the glass, Su Rui was watching her at his leisure, wiping the sweat from his forehead… He was absolutely burning up.

　　After washing up thoroughly and giving herself a quick toweling off, Mo Bofen opened the bathroom door and walked out.

　　This was her room, and there were no outsiders around, so she hadn’t bothered bringing a change of underwear into the bathroom.

　　What Su Rui hadn’t anticipated, however, was that Mo Bofen made no move to put any clothes on at all. Instead, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, unrolled her yoga mat, and began doing yoga.

　　Perhaps at her age, maintaining a figure like that really did require yoga.

　　Good lord.

　　When a beautiful woman is doing yoga completely bare right beside you — splits, backbends, and all manner of poses — Su Rui’s blood was practically boiling.

　　”Purely in terms of figure, she really is exceptional.”

　　Su Rui murmured to himself, suddenly feeling that his presence here right now was absolutely not a wise choice. If he stayed any longer, he was genuinely going to get a nosebleed.

　　And so, Su Rui rolled off the sofa in one smooth motion and slipped away without making a single sound.

　　Mo Bofen continued doing her yoga with full concentration, completely unaware that she had just been seen from head to toe by a certain someone.

　　After finishing a few poses, Mo Bofen stood up and picked up a glass of cool water to drink. At that very moment, the corner of her eye caught a half-drunk cup of coffee sitting on the coffee table, and her expression instantly shifted to one of shock.

　　She had no memory of brewing any coffee. There was only one explanation — someone had been in this room.

　　Mo Bofen quickly scanned the entire suite. There was no sign of anyone hiding. This was a multi-room suite, and concealing a person inside was nearly impossible.

　　She didn’t even bother with her underwear, hastily pulling a long-sleeved sleep dress over her head and grabbing her personal alarm flashlight from her bag, then carefully approached the coffee cup with every nerve on high alert.

　　The moment she touched it, her entire being fell apart. An overwhelming wave of panic surged up from the depths of her heart.

　　Because the coffee cup was still warm.

　　Whoever had been here hadn’t gone far.

　　Mo Bofen thought back — before she had gotten in the shower, there had been no coffee on the coffee table. Which meant the intruder had entered the room while she was bathing.

　　And perhaps, while she showered, they had sat there leisurely sipping coffee and watching her.

　　At that thought, every hair on Mo Bofen’s body stood on end.

　　She pressed her back tightly against the wall, as if only that could give her some small sense of security. The expansive suite no longer inspired any feelings of luxury — it felt terrifying.

　　This incident would directly lead Mo Bofen, from that point on, to always book the most ordinary single room whenever she traveled for work. But that is a story for another time.

　　Since this was Mo Bofen’s permanent room in Ninghai, the hotel kept it reserved for her even when she was away. Because of this, she hadn’t kept any assistants nearby, and right now there wasn’t a single person around to help.

　　After a moment’s thought, Mo Bofen slid sideways along the wall and reached her phone on the bed.

　　Just as she was about to dial for help, there came a knock at the door.

　　Knock knock knock.

　　Three rapid knocks in quick succession, with an urgency that suggested the person outside was in a great hurry.

　　Mo Bofen tensed up again immediately, her whole body stiff with anxiety.

　　Even a woman who could turn the entertainment industry upside down with a flick of her wrist was still, at the end of the day, a woman — and there was no reason she wouldn’t feel afraid when faced with an unknown threat.

　　Gripping the alarm flashlight tightly, she crept behind the door and tried to peek through the peephole.

　　The person outside knocked several more times, seemingly growing impatient, and soon switched to pounding on the door with their palm — clearly agitated.

　　When Mo Bofen saw who it was, she froze for a moment, then her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, radiating an unmistakably dangerous air.

　　The dangerous look vanished as quickly as it came, replaced on her face by a cold smirk.

　　She pulled the door open, crossed her arms over her chest, and said coldly, “What are you doing here?”

　　”Bofen, are you seeing someone else?”

　　The person at the door was a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties or fifties, dressed in expensive summer clothing. He wasn’t bad looking — sharp brows and bright eyes — but the fury radiating from his expression was intense.

　　Mo Bofen smiled coldly. “Zhang Rongyuan, I suggest you get clear on what kind of relationship we have. Whether or not I’m seeing someone is none of your business. What right do you have over me?”

　　”Why don’t I have a say? What are we to each other? I am the only man in your life!” The middle-aged man called Zhang Rongyuan seemed to have been pushed over the edge — his voice was loud, almost hysterical.

　　”You may be the only man in my life, but I am certainly not the only woman in yours. Zhang Rongyuan, don’t ever say that to me again. I don’t want to look at you for even one more minute. Get out of my sight!” Mo Bofen shoved him, fury written all over her face.

　　”Bofen, what are you thinking? All these years you’ve been on your own — why now, of all times, go and find some young guy just to make me jealous? How is he better than me?” Zhang Rongyuan shouted. “Does he have more money than me? Does he have more status? Does he love you the way I love you?”

　　”You love me? You actually say you love me?” Mo Bofen went still for a moment, and then her cold smirk grew even sharper.

　　”Yes, I love you. I’ve loved you all these years!” Zhang Rongyuan growled. “After all this time, do you still not understand my heart?”

　　”Fine. You love me. If you love me so much, then why won’t you marry me?” Mo Bofen looked at him with open contempt.

　　”I… you know I can’t divorce her. Between both families, and my current standing, it’s simply impossible for me to…”

　　Slap.

　　Before Zhang Rongyuan could finish, Mo Bofen’s hand flew out and struck him hard across the face.

　　”You can’t even give me a proper title, yet you have the nerve to keep saying you love me? What gives you the right to say something like that?”

　　Zhang Rongyuan stood there, stunned.

　　Mo Bofen’s eyes had turned red at the rims. “Zhang Rongyuan, you’re more than ten years older than me. Think back carefully — more than ten years ago, when I was still a university student, you told me you loved me, that you wanted to marry me. And then? I waited for you for years, and then you told me you could never divorce your wife. That if you left her, you would lose everything — your money, your status, it would all vanish. Because everything you have came through her. You are the Ouyang family’s live-in son-in-law.”

　　Live-in son-in-law.

　　Those four words seemed to strike a nerve in Zhang Rongyuan — or rather, over the years, he had lost count of how many times he had heard them said. They were the words he hated most in the world.

　　Zhang Rongyuan’s eyes began to slowly turn bloodshot.

　　”I am a Zhang. I belong to the Zhang family of the capital. I have nothing to do with being the Ouyang family’s live-in son-in-law.”

　　”The Zhang family of the capital?” Mo Bofen gave a cold laugh. “At best you’re a minor branch of that family. Everyone in the capital knows — you’re your father’s illegitimate son. You had no standing in the Zhang family at all, and you were mistreated from childhood. If you hadn’t gotten lucky and married Ouyang Juan, you’d probably still be suffering their contempt to this day.”

　　Struck by those razor-sharp words, Zhang Rongyuan’s body trembled, his lips quivering as if he couldn’t find anything to say. He knew everything Mo Bofen had said was the truth.

　　”On the surface you keep claiming you love me, yet you won’t give me a title. You go home at night and grovel before that vicious woman. I saw through you long ago — which is why I’ve had absolutely nothing to do with you for the past decade or more. And yet you keep hounding me in the name of love. How can you live with yourself? When is this ever going to end? If you don’t want me, why won’t you let me go?”

　　”Once I thought that finding someone older would mean being cared for. Instead, I ended up as the other woman. I’ve been wearing that label for over ten years without being able to take it off. Zhang Rongyuan, I hate you.”

　　With that, Mo Bofen raised her hand again and delivered another resounding slap across his face.

　　It was clear that Zhang Rongyuan was exactly the kind of pathetic man who, unable to give someone a proper place in his life, should have simply let go — yet he couldn’t stop coveting Mo Bofen’s beauty and kept pursuing her relentlessly.

　　Mo Bofen, to her credit, had been unyielding. For all those years, she had never once let him lay a hand on her.

　　”No — you don’t hate me. You still love me. Otherwise you would never have gone and cuddled up with some young guy at a concert just to provoke me.” Zhang Rongyuan roared.

　　Hearing that again, Mo Bofen was now almost certain that the news about her and Su Rui’s public display of affection had been leaked by Li Pengcheng.

　　Though when she had nestled into Su Rui’s arms, her original plan had been to use Li Pengcheng as the channel to get that very message out — still, she couldn’t help but curse Li Pengcheng’s double-crossing, backstabbing ways to high heaven in her mind.

　　”I deliberately provoked you? You have a rather high opinion of yourself. What makes you think you’re worth that kind of effort? To be this self-absorbed — you’re truly beyond saving.”

　　Mo Bofen continued to twist the knife. “He’s younger than you, in better shape than you, more attentive than you, and he can actually give me a title. Most importantly — haven’t you ever heard the saying that women hit their peak in their thirties and forties? I’m right in that prime. He’s the only one who can satisfy me.”