?Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Gu Mocheng Loses His Temper Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Gu Mocheng Loses His Temper Jiang Mansion No. 1.
Qiao Ruoxin sat on the swing in the garden, slowly swaying back and forth.
Watching the actual original video on her phone, it turned out to be Lin Xi and the previous president of Jiashi Airlines…
At once, the Lawrence Group issued a statement, had called the police, and reserved the right to take legal action.
She couldn’t help but let out a coldugh, murmuring to herself, “You reap what you sow…”
But, looking at it all, the most pitiful was still Lin Xi, reputationpletely ruined, probably unable to find a job as a flight attendant in the country anymore, right?
Suddenly, a call came through on the phone, it was Simon.
Qiao Ruoxin hesitated for a second, then answered the phone, “The house is on fire, and you still have time to call me?”
Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.
“Baby, I was too soft-hearted towards you, yet you are so ruthless towards me.”
She couldn’t help butugh: “What a joke, should I be grateful to you?”
“I am dealing with this matter and would have let you save face, but if father were to deal with it personally, it wouldn’t be so pleasant.”
“Bring it on! I won’tpromise!”
Having said that, she hung up the phone directly.
…
At noon, #JiashiAirlines# topped the trending list, explosive!
Onlineizens were stunned once again.
[Holy crap! This plot twist is so intense, I need a moment, this is too thrilling, right? AI face swap? This is the original video? Did we wrong Simon?]
[Tsk tsk, the most miserable is this flight attendant, her face keeps getting swapped in the video, but it’s always her own, tsk tsk… her future is ruined.]
[Here, @Gu Mocheng! Young Master Gu! Your airline’s stocks have plummeted! Does it hurt? Hahaha…]
[I thought the man in the video was Gu Mocheng, boring .]
[Of course it can’t be Young Master Gu, ah, his physique is so good, and he’s so handsome, how can he be that middle-aged man in the video! Young Master Gu is on par with Mo Chen in terms of looks!]
[So it’s Gu Mocheng’s useless brother? Typical ck sheep of the family, now he’s going to face family discipline, tsk tsk…]
[Speaking of which, who’s really stirring things up behind the scenes this time, making the scandal blow up? And who swapped Simon’s face into the video? Thinking about it, Mo Chen himself has the most motive, and he has the capabilities too, they were rivals in love after all!]
[Hey, don’t just say whatever you want up there! Be careful of awyer’s letter warning you! Why bber about things without evidence? Mo Chen would never do such a thing!]
[Exactly, exactly! Our Mo Chen and Miss Qiao are doing well, when would he have the time to set up Little Lawrence?]
…
In the evening, Mansion No. 7.
Inside a private room.
Mo Chen leaned back on an armchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his handsome face cold and detached, staring at the ss of wine, seemingly waiting for something.
Bai Junyan: “Jiashi Airlines’ stocks have dropped three points, I bet Gu Mocheng feels like killing someone now.”
Ji Haochuan: “Let’s all sit further away then, avoiding getting sshed with blood when they start fightingter.”
Lu Siheng: “Out of humanitarian concern, we should still try to break up the fight, right?”
Bai Junyan: “Break up what? I just called Jiashi Airlines, they’ve been having meetings all day long, thinking of PR strategies. The meeting just ended, and Gu Mocheng is on his way here now.”
Suddenly!
The door to the private room was kicked open!
Everyone turned to look, all except Mo Chen.
Gu Mocheng, usually the epitome of a refined gentleman, now had a dark face thick with rage as he stormed up to Mo Chen, snatched the ss of wine from his hand, and downed it in one gulp.
“Mo Chen, you bastard! Stabbing me in the back?”
The other three automatically shifted their positions, sitting far away from them as if truly afraid they would start fighting and get sttered with blood.
Mo Chen picked up his phone, his long fingers tapped open WeChat, found his cousin Mo Zhizi’s avatar, and then pushed it to Gu Mocheng.
Gu Mocheng frowned, “What’s this supposed to mean?”
The man looked up, his voice deep, “Zhizi’s WeChat.”
Instantly, the air of tension and aggression in the private room began to dissipate.
The other three looked at Mo Chen with disdainful eyes, their gaze seeming to say: Trading your sister for glory!
Gu Mocheng slightly raised his eyebrows, surprise flickering in his eyes, he took out his own phone and opened WeChat.
The anger on Gu Mocheng’s handsome face gradually faded, reced by a hint of a smile.
Bai Junyan said, “Not angry about the stocks dropping three points anymore? Look at you, all you need is a woman’s WeChat ID to calm down?”
Gu Mocheng, his gaze fixed on the phone screen, settled on the sofa next to him, quickly tapped to add to contact list, and said without looking up, “It’ll rise back eventually.”
His brothers: “…”
Mo Chen straightened up, looking towards Gu Mocheng’s carefree demeanor, and said in a deep voice, “If you dare to sleep with her, make her cry, I’ll break your third leg.”
Gu Mochengzily lifted his gaze, “That’s for other women, my sister gets special treatment.”
Mo Chen sniffed in contempt, slowly stood up, picked up the suit jacket next to him, “You guys have fun, I’m leaving.”
After speaking, he cast a final, disdainful snort towards Gu Mocheng, who waspletely absorbed in his phone screen, and turned to leave.
Gu Mocheng pulled out a cigarette, ced it between his lips, and lit it with a lighter.
He leaned back on the sofa, waiting patiently for the friend request to be epted.
Ten minutes passed…
Twenty minutes passed…
Thirty minutes passed…
Gu Mocheng had finished two cigarettes and still no friend eptance; he cursed softly, “Fuck… is the phone broken?”
Ji Haochuan couldn’t hold back and chuckled, “It’s your brain that’s broken.”
Gu Mocheng picked up a pillow from behind him and hurled it at Ji Haochuan, who dodged it with ease.
He poured himself a drink, downed it in one go,y on the sofa, and stared at the WeChat friend request.
The note he wrote was: I’m Gu Mocheng.
So, he picked up his other standby phone and added Mo Zhizi’s WeChat again, with the note: Xiaogu from the property front desk.
The next second!
Friend request epted!
Gu Mocheng let out a scoff, closed his eyes, and suppressed the anger in his heart while whispering to his phone screen, “Needs a lesson.”
Suddenly, Mo Zhizi sent a message: [Hello, what can I do for you?]
The man’s lips curved up, his fingertips tapping on the keyboard: [Tomorrow the exterior windows will be cleaned, please make sure to draw the curtains.]
Mo Zhizi: [Okay, thank you Xiaogu.]
“Xiaogu…” he repeated the name, scoffing.
No one had ever dared to address him like that.
People who knew him would respectfully call him Master Gu or President Gu.
Gu Mocheng clicked on Mo Zhizi’s avatar, it was a Sailor Moon profile picture.
Bai Junyan, seeing his serious expression, couldn’t help but remark, “Spring hase, it’s the mating season again.”
Ji Haochuan: “Isn’t it just after the Start of Autumn? What spring?”
Lu Siheng: “Heh…”