?Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Trap Set by Qiao Ruoxin   Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Trap Set by Qiao Ruoxin                                   Next, it was the star-studded charity auction segment.


    Qiao Ruoxin donated a watercolor painting she had done when she was seventeen, Starry Sky.


    The host said, “Our Miss Qiao has donated a watercolor painting she made at the age of seventeen. She said it was painted out of boredom and isn’t worth much. The starting bid is set at fifty thousand yuan. Let the bidding begin,dies and gentlemen!”


    Simon was the first to raise his hand.


    The host eximed, “My goodness, Mr. Lawrence bids one million!”


    The audience was in an uproar.


    The painting was only at a beginner’s level and had no real value, it just carried the celebrity’s name.


    The next moment, Mo Chen leaned back in his chair andzily raised his hand.


    The host was amazed, “Mr. Mo bids two million! My oh my, Miss Qiao’s painting suddenly seems so valuable. Let me dere in advance that all auction proceeds will go to Project Hope. Thank you all for your contributions to charity!”


    Unexpectedly, Simon raised his hand again, bidding three million.


    Mo Chen snorted derisively and slowly raised his hand, indicating to keep bidding.


    The host shouted, “Heavens! Mr. Mo bids four million! Any more? Mr. Lawrence, are you still in?”


    Qiao Ruoxin couldn’t help but frown. The painting was truly not worth much, it was just something she did casually!


    She picked up her phone and sent a message to Mo Chen: “Don’t bid any higher, give it to him, the painting is not worth anything!”


    But Mo Chen picked up his phone, his slender fingers typing on the keyboard: “I do what I want.”


    Qiao Ruoxin: “Brother Mo Chen, why not save that money to buy me dresses to wear? Please?”


    The man looked at the text on his phone screen and could even imagine the coaxing tone of Little Ghost using on him.


    His fingers lightly touched the screen and he replied: “Hmm.”


    Finally, Mo Chen stopped bidding, and the painting went to Simon.


    At that time, Qiao Ruoxin saw a staff membering over with a bottle of red wine.


    This bottle of red wine was the one she had asked Mo Chen to help her get, and it was drugged.


    A cold smile surfaced on her lips. She wanted Simon to taste what it was like to be drugged!


    She picked up her phone and sent a message to Mo Chen, who was behind her: “Brother Mo Chen, from now on, don’t drink any alcohol.”


    The man nced at the message on his phone and didn’t reply.


    He then watched as the staff member went around pouring a ss of red wine for everybody.


    Simon and Jiang Ruolin both drank it, unaware of anything.


    Toward the end of the charity dinner, Qiao Ruoxin suddenly stood up and walked over to the next table.


    All the journalists in the room held their breath.


    They were all guessing whether Qiao Ruoxin was going to approach Mo Chen or Simon!


    But to everyone’s surprise, she walked straight to Jiang Ruolin and whispered something in her ear.


    Then, Jiang Ruolin stood up and left with her.


    Simon couldn’t help frowning because he didn’t know what these two women were up to.


    Mo Chen, however, sat there calmly, seemingly uninterested in the departure of the two women.


    He took a sip of ice water from a ss on the table.


    But Simon picked up his winess and finished the remaining red wine in one gulp, then looked up at Mo Chen across from him.


    “I heard you fell for Qiao Ruoxin nine years ago? Isn’t that a bit perverted?”


    Mo Chen snorted contemptuously, letting out a ridiculing coldugh, “None of your business!”


    But Simon, unoffended,ughed and continued, “She was only twelve back then, and you were an adult man of eighteen. Do you know what that means?”


    He didn’t feel like exining crap to this garbage, his gaze shifting to the stage.


    Nevertheless, Simon prattled on: “It means you’ve actually been psychologically perverse for a long time, you just don’t realize it. Falling in love with a little girl, if that’s not psychological perversion, what is?”


    The next second!


    Mo Chen’s hands suddenly mmed down on the table with an intense noise, immediately drawing the attention of those around him.


    Luckily, the sound was covered by the voice of the event host, preventing a sensation throughout the venue.


    Watching his unexpected outburst of anger, Simon couldn’t help butugh. This temper truly was explosive.


    Mo Chen forcefully suppressed the rage boiling within him, his dark eyes flickering with a ruthless ferocity, the impulse of bloodlust.


    …


    Qiao Ruoxin left the charity dinner early with Jiang Ruolin in tow.


    Xiaowu was driving them.


    Jiang Ruolin was somewhat puzzled. “Didn’t you say you wanted to talk to me? Where are we going?”


    “Given our statuses, we should find a private ce to talk, shouldn’t we?”


    Although Jiang Ruolin still felt something was off, she didn’t say anything more; with their statuses, it indeed wasn’t appropriate to just talk anywhere.


    The car slowly came to a stop in the parking lot of Mansion No. 7.


    Qiao Ruoxin and Jiang Ruolin entered a VIP room.


    Jiang Ruolin was confused: “You need to book a room just to talk to me?”


    Ignoring Jiang Ruolin’s confusion, she got straight to the point, “Do you still like Simon?”


    “Are you showing off to me? The man you like now loves you wholeheartedly?”


    Women are naturally sensitive, and Jiang Ruolin prides herself on her principles. Simon once treasured her, but now his affections had shifted, to her, this was an insult.


    Qiao Ruoxin spoke indifferently, “Tonight, I’ll help you.”


    ???


    “Help me? How can you help me?” As she spoke, Jiang Ruolin began to feel unwell.


    “It seems the drug is taking effect.”


    Jiang Ruolin was shocked, the heat raging through her body: “You… you drugged me?”


    “Not just you, him too.”


    Qiao Ruoxin’s expression was a bit cold-blooded at that moment.


    “Qiao Ruoxin! Who are you to make decisions for me! I don’t want to be with him in this way!”


    She sighed softly, “You always hold yourself in high regard, maintaining your pride. In love, face isn’t important at all.”


    Jiang Ruolin was starting to sweat, her body powerless as she copsed onto therge bed: “How did I never realize you were so bad…”


    Sheughed softly, “I also think I’m quite bad.”


    Having said this, Qiao Ruoxin turned and left, dropping a final remark: “Maybe after tonight, you two will end up together. Who knows, you might even thank me.”


    With a ‘click’, the door closed behind her.


    Jiang Ruolin felt her consciousness blurring, unable to control herself, wanting to tear off her clothes, suffering terribly.


    …


    Qiao Ruoxin arrived in the corridor, dialed Simon’s number, and he quickly picked up.


    “Simon, let’s talk.”


    “Oh? Didn’t you just go out with Ruolin?”


    “We had an argument. She pped me, and I ripped out her hair.” After saying this, she couldn’t help butugh herself.


    “Give me the address! I’ll be right there!”


    “Mansion No. 7.”


    After hanging up the phone, she leaned against the wall in the hallway, creating a scene that resembled a movie, mysterious and exquisite.


    With a look of indifference, waiting for Simon to arrive and walk right into her trap.