Ambition refers to having lofty aspirations.
However, if someone were to stare intently at your chest and utter these four words with a knowing look, then the meaning of those four words would undoubtedly change.
Instantly.
All eyes turned to Zhu Fengwu with a "whoosh."
Their gazes were direct, filled with curiosity, convinced there must be a hidden meaning.
"What nonsense are you spewing? I don't know you! What little sweetie? You're talking utter rubbish and disgusting lies! Don't slander my reputation..."
Zhu Fengwu glared furiously at Ji Mo.
But before she could finish speaking, Ji Mo retorted with just seven words.
"Left side, red, plum blossom shape."
Upon hearing these words, Zhu Fengwu froze, her eyes widening in disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost.
How could this be?
How did he know?
"I don't know what you're talking about, it's pure gibberish."
Zhu Fengwu stared fixedly at Ji Mo, her crimson eyes seeming to spit sparks, radiating intense killing intent.
Meanwhile, a series of meaningful "ohs" echoed around them.
So there really was a "zhi," but not the "zhi" of aspiration, but the "zhi" of a mole.
Truly, "chest bearing a great mole!"
Speaking of which, how did the "needle man" see such a private spot? Could it be...
Furthermore, as Zhu Fengwu spoke, she subconsciously covered her left chest, clearly acting like someone protesting too much.
"There's really a mole?"
Murong Guan's face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot, looking extremely displeased.
He glared fiercely at Zhu Fengwu, his expression as if he could devour her.
"No... no, he's slandering me."
Zhu Fengwu's eyes darted around; she would rather die than admit it.
Otherwise, no matter what river she jumped into, she wouldn't be able to clear her name.
At this moment, Ying Menglong's furious voice rang out, "Scumbag, you heartless betrayer who deserves a thousand cuts! How do you know Zhu Fengwu has a red plum blossom mole on her body? Are you two involved? Tell me clearly!"
As she questioned him, she angrily pounded Ji Mo's chest with her small fists, her jealousy palpable.
Earlier, Ying Menglong and Zhu Fengwu had bathed together in the Yin Pool, which was why she knew about the mole on the other's body.
And Ji Hanhan knew because he had seen it at that time.
He brought it up now because he could no longer stand Zhu Fengwu, and deliberately teased her.
Ji Mo grabbed Ying Menglong's fair, tender hand. This girl felt less like a Ying Long and more like a ferocious dragon; why was she so violent?
Couldn't she be a gentle, well-behaved, quiet beauty?
Being so temperamental was bad for her liver.
At this moment, he really wanted to tell Ying Menglong that not only did he know Zhu Fengwu had a mole, but he also knew she wasn't just fair-skinned.
But it was better to keep this secret buried in his heart, otherwise Ying Menglong would surely go berserk on the spot.
Ying Menglong's words undoubtedly confirmed Ji Mo's statement, causing Zhu Fengwu's face to instantly turn pale, devoid of any color.
The Fourth General, also full of mischief, pointed at the white turtle and said sarcastically, "Murong Guan, your turtle here is acting strange. Why is its head all green?"
Murong Guan's handsome face contorted into a grimace; he felt as if a verdant grassland was spreading over his head.
These days, he had frequently shown off his affection for Zhu Fengwu in front of others, acting all lovey-dovey.
He thought that being favored by such a beauty was a matter of great pride, which he flaunted everywhere, acting all smug.
But in the end, showing off love leads to a quick demise.
He had become a cuckolded turtle, a laughingstock.
If this matter got out, how could he ever face anyone again?
"It's not true! This pair of shameless dogs is colluding to slander me."
Zhu Fengwu desperately tried to argue, but her flustered gaze couldn't be hidden.
She absolutely refused to admit it, otherwise it would be like her grandmother giving her grandmother a door to open, bringing shame to her entire lineage.
"As the saying goes, facts speak louder than words. Whether it's true or false, it will be clear at a glance."
The Fourth General spoke again, this fellow was truly wicked.
"That's right, present the evidence to shut them up."
"If there really is no mole, or if it's not plum blossom shaped, we will definitely seek justice for you."
Many people in the crowd feigned righteous indignation, acting as if they were concerned for Zhu Fengwu.
As for their true intentions, only they knew in their hearts.
Zhu Fengwu gritted her teeth. How could her pure body be seen by these lecherous old men? Shameless.
Murong Guan also spoke in a low voice, "Hurry up and let me see."
Zhu Fengwu felt like her lungs were about to explode.
How could all these men be so despicable, even Murong Guan had this kind of attitude.
In comparison, that scoundrel Ji Mo seemed like a decent person, untainted by the mire; at least he remained unmoved even when Ying Menglong threw herself at him.
"If I say there isn't, then there isn't! Do you think my Tianyu Lin Zhu family is made of mud?"
Zhu Fengwu was getting anxious and immediately invoked her background.
Tianyu Lin was, after all, the second-largest power in Blood State; who would dare to disrespect them?
Instantly.
Silence fell.
Even Murong Guan dared not speak further, giving Zhu Fengwu some face.
The Fourth General, stirring up trouble again, said, "Actually, it's simple. Just take a Heavenly Oath to prove your innocence."
"Sister Zhu, for the sake of our reputation, swear an oath to clarify things."
Murong Guan urged her anxiously. As long as Zhu Fengwu swore publicly that she had no mole, he wouldn't be laughed at as a cuckolded turtle.
But Zhu Fengwu couldn't take this oath, because what Ji Mo said was indeed true.
"You don't dare to swear? Does that mean he's telling the truth? You... you're promiscuous and shameless, you've cuckolded me! Ahhh..."
Seeing Zhu Fengwu's silence, Murong Guan understood immediately. His face contorted, and he couldn't help but roar loudly.
Pain! His heart ached, and his head felt very green.
"What are you shouting about? According to the principle of first come, first served, you're the mistress. The one who should be hurt and wronged is Mr. Ji. You two shameless dogs, spit!"
The Fourth General was skilled at verbal sparring and completely shattered Murong Guan's composure.
What?
Ji Mo wished he could slap the Fourth General.
This old scoundrel was too much, forcibly pinning a cuckold on him. He had no relationship with Zhu Fengwu.
It was just that in the Blood Pool, he had glanced at her in the crowd.
Well, he had glanced more than once. After all, that plum blossom mole was so white and big... no, it was quite conspicuous, leaving a deep impression.