Chapter 990 - The Rumored Good Student
Chapter 990: 990、The Rumored Good Student
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Meanwhile, the “boy” in question intuitively reached for the Girls’ Bathroom without realizing what she was doing.
A creak was heard through the ajar door as Mo Ning was stunned by what she saw.
A young man in his suit and leather shoes was pressing a woman in a maid costume against the wall.
And they were kissing. Very passionately. The man started exploring the underworld of her skirt with intense curiosity as his fingers danced across her skin, tickling her to make moans from time to time.
Mo Ning was backing away politely.
“Hey.” And that man decided to stop her.
“Wanna join us?”
“…”
What the ****.
Mo Ning did not know how to respond to his invitation.
“Aww…You’re such a bad boy! I love bad boys!” Said the maid panting, staring at Mo Ning as she wriggled in his grip. Still shocked at the sight, Mo Ning was smiling wryly, “Sorry, I think I’m in the wrong washroom. You guys have fun, I’m leaving.” The man was surprised upon proper observation at Mo Ning’s face either.
“Aren’t you…Mo Ning?” Asked the young man and it stopped Mo Ning.
“You…” Mo Ning had a careful look at the young man. A name came to her mind as she uttered it in bewilderment, “Jiang Xiuyuan?”
“Yup.”
“…”
Okay, whoever in the comment section can tell me, why the president of the student council, Jiang Xiuyuan, is hanging out in the GIRLS’ BATHROOM?
WITH A MAID?
Didn’t Liu Beibei tell me that this dude is a kind-hearted scholar who wouldn’t even hurt a fly?
“So you’re Mo Ning, huh? That punk who dethroned me from being the most handsome guy in school,” said Jiang Xiuyuan with a pair of brows raised in dismay. He moved in with his white smart casual as the blue diamond single earring glittered on his right ear—those were pretty far-fetched wardrobe choices for a good student in school.
Mo Ning did not know what to say. She had never come in contact with this man before, other than the time she saw him on the school album, only was impressed by his look.
His actual nature was a very major mismatch to his status in school that she was literally stupefied for a minute. He was nothing close to being angelic. At most, he was lawless and unbounded. He was even provocative at times.
Jiang Xiuyuan grooved towards her and chuckled, “You know what, I like you. Let’s have a sleepover sometimes.”
“…”
What is it?
The hostility in Mo Ning’s eyes made the bad boy change his testimony, “I mean, we’re just going to have a few sips at night.”
Mo Ning frowned and delivered a disdainful glance—she did not intend to have anymore interaction with the man.
“Bye.” And she walked away.
Jiang Xiuyuan spat before taking a look at the little maid with a racing heart still behind him.
“Girl, who’s more handsome? Me or him?” He smiled.
“…” The maid wanted to say both but it was clearly not a good answer.
Not the right answer too, especially when Jiang Xiuyuan was associated with…
The little maid shuddered at the thought, “It’s certainly Master Jiang. No one is more charming than Master Jiang in this world.”
“Uh huh,” Jiang Xiuyuan nodded approvingly, “Thought so.”
He beckoned to the maid, took out a stack of cash and stuffed the money into her cleavage. Her motherhood jiggled in surprise as her face was crimson-red.
“Now we’re even,” said he—a payment done.
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Chapter 991: 991、The Daughter Meets Her Mother
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When a man gave his money and put his hands in his pocket, it was usually a sign of farewell. A permanent one, of course. The maid acted in agitation, grabbing her apron as the ribbons stranding down her hair shook, “Master Jiang…I-I’m free tonight, you know…”
And every adult knows what it means.
“Sorry.” Jiang Xiuyuan only returned with a glance and a perverted smile. “I’ve tasted you before and it didn’t last in my mind. So, you know…” He took out his handkerchief and wiped the stain of scarlet off his lips’ corner before tossing the handkerchief into the toilet bowl.
“A woman’s lipstick is meant to be tasted by a man. Therefore, use some quality gloss, not these crayons.”
It’s a kind of pollution, I tell ya.
“…” The maid frowned yet there was nothing much she could do. There was nothing she dared to do either.
——
Back to the dining hall, Mo Ning ran into Huo Run who, with her lips rubbing in dismay, proactively seized her arm and smiled, “Let me introduce you to my parents.” Mo Ning noticed the wine glass half empty in her grip, the pupils in her eyes rolled as she nodded, “Sure. Pleasure.”
Huo Run then heaved Mo Ning all the way through the hall until they stopped by a couple who was obviously husband and wife.
“Mommy, daddy, this is my friend.” And both Huo Yunting and Lu Zhaoyang turned to look at their daughter almost immediately after. Huo Yunting was in his classic suit, the dark coat and tie—the prince on the dark horse. Lu Zhaoyang was wearing her Qipao, bright red like her personality—the princess of the royal temple. Both royalty and made perfect for each other.
However, their facial features were more surprising to Mo Ning compared to their clothing.
The man was clearly in his forties yet only the wisdom and maturity in his eyes increased— there was hardly any sign of aging on his face. The woman’s eyes were crystal clear like the lakewater near the mountain with petals of cherry blossom.
“Greetings, Mr. and Mrs. Huo, I’m Mo Ning.” Towards the otherworldly couple, she smiled and greeted.
Finally! There they are!
My target!
Her smile tightened as a strange excitement got into her.
And it was that very smile that stunned Lu Zhaoyang.
Those eyes…
She took a glance at Huo Yunting.
They were the same!
“…” Lu Zhaoyang thought she was seeing things.
Are you sure you didn’t have another wife out there? And this is not your illegitimate child?
No, you shouldn’t have. You will never do that to me.
But who is this young man then?
Lu Zhaoyang looked upon Mo Ning again, staring right into her eyes, trying to figure out the lights in her pupils.
“Ahem,” Huo Yunting’s cough broke the silence, even though he was very much distracted by Mo Ning’s face too. It was familiar. Too familiar.
Huo Run giggled, “I know. Don’t you feel surprised too? Mo Ning shares the same eyes with daddy!”
Lu Zhaoyang nodded quietly and finally let go of her sight from Mo Ning’s eyes.
He does not have Huo Yunting’s face—Not exactly the same. There’s something off though. It felt like he’s like a man—but quite exactly.
“You’re Mo Ning?”
“Yes, Mrs. Huo.” Mo Ning beamed at Lu Zhaoyang.
That smile again shook her. It was extremely familiar. So familiar that she almost thought this young man was her…
“Call me Aunty Huo.”