Tang Wenyuan glared fiercely at Du Junlin.
Du Junlin looked at him coldly.
The two stared at each other for a full ten seconds before Du Junlin parted her ruby lips and said, "Scram."
"Alright!"
Tang Wenyuan swiftly walked towards his car, abandoning his son. He got in, started the engine immediately, and drove out of the parking lot.
He then roared into his phone, "Little Muddy Soup, hurry up and tell me, who exactly is this Li Qianfan!"
Tang Xiaoni quickly replied, "Brother, haven't you heard the legends of the Li Family Village in Sijiú?"
"Nonsense."
Tang Wenyuan blurted out, "Anyone in the elite circles has heard of the legends of Li Family Village!"
"Li Qianfan told me when we were in kindergarten."
Tang Xiaoni paused and said in a low voice, "He is the village chief of Li Family Village in Sijiú."
*Screech!*
Tang Wenyuan slammed on the brakes.
His face, flushed with rage, instantly turned pale.
*Bang!*
The car behind him, due to his sudden braking, rear-ended him.
Tang Wenyuan's head lurched forward, his forehead hitting the windshield, but the seatbelt stopped him in time.
He paid no mind to it, the rear-end collision, the slight pain on his forehead.
His eyes were glazed over as he stammered, "Holy shit, I remember now. I should have remembered long ago, the old man mentioned Li Qianfan's name, related to Li Family Village."
Suddenly, he shivered again.
He mumbled, "If Li Qianfan is the village chief of Li Family Village, then the girl who slapped me must be his fiancée, Du Junlin of Lingnan, known as the Little God of War?"
The "love" between Li Qianfan and Du Junlin was no secret in the top elite circles of Sijiú.
"It all adds up, it all makes sense now."
"Besides Li Qianfan, who the hell would dare to be so arrogant to me, the great young master Tang?"
"Besides the Little God of War Du Junlin, who else would be worthy of being the wife of the village chief of Li Family Village?"
"And still be so beautiful, and dare to slap me, the great young master Tang?"
"I just, in front of Du Junlin, said I would snatch Li Qianfan's wife and play with her for three days and three nights."
"Oh my god, is my head still on my neck?"
The thoroughly sobered great young master Tang, throwing all caution to the wind, frantically restarted his car.
He sped away in a flash.
The guy who rear-ended him was still standing by his car, trembling, waiting to be cursed at, even slapped.
After all, the great young master Tang drove a luxury car.
But the car was gone.
The man stood stunned for a moment, then looked at his "Song," and quickly got back in, "If not now, then when? Thankfully I'm in a 'Song,' not a Tesla. Otherwise, it might have really caught fire."
This "Song" also quickly disappeared from Du Junlin's sight. She then pursed her lips, opened the car door, and got in.
Shanjian Yaqing, who was half-reclined in the back seat, smiled and said, "Girl, I just heard you claim to be Li Qianfan's wife."
"That is a fact that no one can change."
Du Junlin looked up at the foot massage parlor's lobby and said, "What I did just now was merely to defend my own dignity. But it doesn't mean I will like or let go of that lecherous piece of trash."
"Makes sense, I'll sleep for a bit."
Shanjian Yaqing closed her eyes and murmured, "When your useless husband is done playing with that woman, I'll make my move."
Is Du Junlin's useless husband playing with Mo Hongti?
Tsk!
Such a trivial matter, how could Li Qianfan, whose heart was only set on Su Ziyu at the moment, do such a thing?
After driving away Tang Wenyuan, he simply reclined his seat and let Mo Hongti massage his feet, before gradually falling asleep.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Mo Hongti glanced at the sleeping Li Qianfan and quietly walked out of the VIP suite.
After an hour and a half, her back and waist ached.
However, it was clear.
The price she paid was nothing compared to the rich rewards she received.
"I'll sleep for a bit too."
As Mo Hongti entered the private lounge provided for her, she instructed Zhang Bao, "Wake me up when my younger brother wakes up and leaves. He can go about his business, and we'll return to Qingyun."
"Understood."
Zhang Bao bowed in agreement.
"Coming to Sijiú this time has been incredibly profitable."
Mo Hongti, leaning against the head of the bed, lifted the curtain and looked outside, smiling smugly to herself. "Not only have I resolved the crisis from the Du family and can use his influence to benefit myself. I have also, in one fell swoop, removed the crisis from Tang Wenyuan."
"Sigh. It's a pity, why isn't he my husband?"
"Eighty-eight thousand in betrothal gifts, and Su Ziyu married him."
"Su Ziyu has truly hit the jackpot."
With endless regret, Mo Hongti gradually fell asleep.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
Mo Hongti vaguely heard the sound of a back window on the third floor being pushed open.
She opened her eyes—
As soon as she opened them, she felt a sharp pain at her neck, and then plunged into an endless abyss of darkness.
2:50 PM.
Li Qianfan, who had actually woken up long ago but was just lying with his eyes closed, thinking, rolled over and sat up from the chair.
No wonder Old Su liked foot massages.
It truly was an enjoyable experience.
If Mo Hongti were a professional masseuse, the level of enjoyment would surely be even higher.
He walked into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, Li Qianfan, dressed neatly, walked into the foot massage parlor's ground floor lobby.
Zhang Bao was sitting on a sofa by the east wall of the lobby, playing on his phone.
Upon seeing Li Qianfan, Zhang Bao quickly stood up, a fawning smile on his face, "Young Master Li, are you leaving? Please wait a moment, I'll inform Miss Mo right away."
"No need to inform her, I'm leaving."
Li Qianfan waved his hand casually and walked out of the lobby.
Zhang Bao escorted him to the lobby entrance and then quickly ran upstairs to the lounge door, knocking cautiously.
No answer.
He knocked again.
Still no response.
"Miss Mo? Miss Mo?"
Zhang Bao realized something was wrong and banged on the door forcefully, shouting loudly.
There was still no movement from the lounge.
Instead, the manager of the foot massage parlor, hearing the commotion, hurried over.
Before he could say anything, Zhang Bao sternly questioned, "Is there a spare key to Miss Mo's lounge?"
There certainly was.
And this spare key was carried by the manager himself.
As the manager unlocked the door, Zhang Bao shoved him aside and pushed the door open.
And then he saw—
The back window was open.
On the floor by the window, Mo Hongti's slippers and high heels were placed there.
Her phone, keys, and other belongings were also on the nightstand.
But she herself was nowhere to be seen.
"Miss Mo!"
Zhang Bao stared blankly for a moment, then shouted and rushed to the back window, looking up outside.
Beyond the back window was a small river.
The river water rippled gently, and the banks were lined with lush green trees.
A southwest wind blew, feeling hot and dry on the face.
Especially the sun, at past three in the afternoon, was still scorching.
Li Qianfan stood under a street lamp pole by the roadside, using the shadow of an advertisement board to call for a ride-hailing car on his phone.
The drive from here to Li Family Village was only about forty minutes.
The roads were not crowded at this time of day.
The car Li Qianfan had called slowly stopped in front of him.
Just as he was about to get in, his phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
Li Qianfan answered casually, "Hello."
A chilling female voice came from the other end, "Two options. First, you go to Li Family Village and have Su Ziyu's name enshrined in the ancestral hall. Second, there is a small village directly north of the Thirteen Mausoleums. In two hours, a wedding will be held in the village for that woman named Mo Hongti and an old bachelor."
(Thanks to Tianxia 9, Kafei Banlü, Lao Wu, and other good brothers for their rewards! Especially Sha Diao Wang, who appeared at midnight to give a reward. Take care of yourselves.)