MR.TYCOON'S DARING WIFE [COMPLETED]

Vol 24: Chapter 231 - 240

Chapter 231: Torn

Translator: EndlessFantasy
Editor: EndlessFantasy

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Mu Ting yawned as he rubbed his eyes, not aware of the woman standing a few meters away from him. He had just woken up and wanted to grab something to drink until the light blinded him and it was then he realized someone was in his home.

His guard went up and upon seeing it was a woman, his lips thinned. "Who are you?" God damn it, was it a stalker fan?! How did she break in?!

He gave her a look over and was actually impressed by what he saw. She was on the thinner side, but the dress she was wearing did wonders to her small curves. Dressed in a long-sleeved, body hugging little black dress which enhanced her long legs, petite frame, and the mature vibe she eluded. He liked what he saw.

"I should be asking you that." She placed a hand on her hips, glaring at him.

Mu Ting blinked. What a feisty little thing.

This was the first time someone did not recognize him, or perhaps she did, but was pretending not to. His eyes lingered on her exposed legs, the white flesh beckoning his touch. She was beautiful in a very independent-type of way. A strong woman who would give him a challenge. He licked his lips. It would be fun chasing her.

"Me? Well, darling, I'm Mr. Right." He winked, running a hand through his hair, his handsome face flashed with mischief as a smirk danced on his lips.

Zhao Lifei curled her lips in disgust. What a sleaze bag. She could not believe Yang Ruqin invited such trash into her home. Besides, was this man not afraid she would go to the media and reveal his disgusting ways?

"How stupid are you?" She scoffed, crossing her arms and dropping it when his eyes flew straight to her propped-up chest.

"Look any longer and I'll—"

"What? Gouge out my eyes? Stab them? I've heard it all before, sweetcheeks." Just as he took a step closer to her, she bent down, grabbed a bottle and broke it on the coffee table, creating a weapon.

"Alright, listen here buddy, you have five seconds to scram before blood is spilled." She did not have time for games. She needed to know what happened to her Qinqin.

This alcoholic behavior was very unusual, especially because Qinqin was horrible at holding her liquor, much less have lungs strong enough to smoke. She was a sickly child growing up and was diagnosed with asthma. To this day, she had not healed from it.

Mu Ting held his hands up in a joking manner. He was seriously intrigued by this girl. Hot and badass, he liked that.

"Woah there, cupcake, calm down."

"Where's Yang Ruqin?" She pressed her lips together, inching her way towards the front door. She could tell he was watching her every move.

"Ruqin? You know her?" His brows furrowed together, a shadow replacing his friendly face. "She's...asleep right now."

Zhao Lifei did not know why but the way he said those words gave her the shivers. Asleep? It was twelve in the afternoon, her Qinqin would never sleep that long. She knew something was off when the curtains were closed so tightly, especially when she was an early bird.

Zhao Lifei had made her way to her purse where she grabbed her phone.

"What are you doing? If you take a picture, I swear—"

Zhao Lifei called Yang Ruqin. Three seconds pass and the familiar ringtone could be faintly heard in the bedroom. She was home.

"Out of my way, bastard." She snarled, taking her bag and glass bottle with her as she stormed her way into Yang Ruqin's bedroom.