latelenovela Chapter 120 Why am I being punished like this?
Chapter 120 Why am I being punished like this?
The match was extremely intense, but Ye Ye remained calm and composed.
After the match, just like in his previous life, Ye Ye was surrounded by various clubs.
Mo Jingyu's gaze lingered on the other players before finally spotting a man with a ferocious expression on the outer edge of the court.
Mo Jingyu quickly snapped some photos, then sent them to Ye Shu with a single click. Ye Shu confirmed that it was indeed her relative's child.
Knowing that Ye Shu would keep an eye on things, Mo Jingyu felt much more at ease. How could such a cute little Ye be harmed by a scoundrel?
Back at the villa, Mo Jingyu hugged Qi Yun'er tightly and acted coquettishly as soon as she saw her. Jiang Yan'an watched their interaction and couldn't help but wonder: Mom is acting so differently today.
Even Jiang Zhiyan was greatly shocked by the extent to which Mo Jingyu clung to Qi Yun'er.
He thought Jiang Yan'an's clinginess was already a headache enough, but Mo Jingyu's was downright terrifying.
During the meal, Jiang Zhiyan intended to be very attentive.
But Mo Jingyu clung to Qi Yun'er like a boneless shrimp, needing Qi Yun'er to serve her when she ate, drank, and wiped her mouth.
Qi Yun'er repeatedly felt the accusing gazes of the Jiang family father and son, and was extremely embarrassed when she wiped Mo Jingyu's mouth after feeding him.
Mo Jingyu said, "President Jiang, this is my dear daughter. Could you spare a room for her?"
Jiang Zhiyan nodded and then instructed the servants to tidy up the room.
Mo Jingyu added, "She'll sleep with me tonight, there's no rush to pack."
"So, do I have to sleep alone?" Jiang Yan'an asked, frowning.
Mo Jingyu patiently explained to Jiang Yan'an, "Mom hasn't seen your aunt for too long. You know those situations where you haven't seen her for a long time and need to chat all night, right? This will disturb An'an's sleep."
Jiang Yan'an nodded, but asked Mo Jingyu to agree to only do it tonight. "Just because of today's special circumstances."
Qi Yun'er agreed on behalf of Mo Jingyu.
That evening, in the bedroom, Mo Jingyu went in and out repeatedly, bringing snacks, tissues, a trash can, water, and drinks—everything she needed.
She mentally checked the list, then asked, "Yun'er, is Dongdong Yao here?"
"My code name is 001!" the little system corrected discontentedly.
Qi Yun'er quickly reassured the system: "She's not very bright, please understand."
"Hehehe, don't hold it against me, I still have something to ask you." Mo Jingyu said with a smile, trying to appease him.
You are not my host, so there are some things I cannot tell you.
Mo Jingyu took a bag of potato chips from the snack cart, opened the package, and started crunching away, saying indistinctly, "Just say what you can say."
【Then ask.】
"Can I have a system?"
【cannot. 】
Mo Jingyu pursed her lips, answering so decisively.
Is Mo Weiwei a good person or not?
I can't say. Didn't I give you the tools? You make your own judgment.
Qi Yun'er added from the side, "Be careful, don't get scammed."
Mo Jingyu retorted, "I'm not stupid."
"Oh right, Jiang Zhiyan told me about some kind of auction tomorrow, are you going?"
Qi Yun'er scrolled through her phone's chat history and said, "Someone invited me to go."
Mo Jingyu made her agree, saying that they could test the power of the mind-reading tool later.
The next morning, Mo Jingyu was woken up by Aunt He: "Madam, the stylist has arrived."
Mo Jingyu groaned as she got up: "Where's Qi Yun'er?"
"Miss Qi was picked up early this morning to get her hair and makeup done."
Mo Jingyu crawled slowly towards the dressing room like a zombie, finally managing to sit down in a chair. The makeup artist, looking at Mo Jingyu's exquisitely porcelain-doll-like face, was struck by inspiration. Even after Mo Jingyu fell asleep in the chair, the makeup artist's hands didn't stop. Mo Jingyu took a nap sitting there.
Waking up, Mo Jingyu looked at herself in the mirror and was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth: Who is this stunning beauty! It's me! Hahaha. Mo Jingyu's expression grew increasingly smug.
The makeup artist rubbed her hands together and asked cautiously, "Are you satisfied?"
"Satisfied, extremely satisfied!" Mo Jingyu said "satisfied" several times.
Mo Jingyu lifted the hem of her dress and walked downstairs.
Jiang Zhiyan heard the sound of a door opening upstairs. Looking up, he saw Mo Jingyu wearing a custom-made blue mermaid-style fishtail dress that perfectly showcased her figure.
Her seaweed-like black hair fell casually over her shoulders, retaining its original slightly curly shape without much styling.
Jiang Zhiyan's gaze unconsciously followed Mo Jingyu's movements. The dress displayed different colors as the angle of the light changed, like a dream.
Even after Mo Jingyu walked up to Jiang Zhiyan, he remained dazed, not having come to his senses. "Hey!" Mo Jingyu snapped her fingers in front of him. "Snap out of it, kid!"
Jiang Zhiyan coughed awkwardly twice to cover up his embarrassment.
Mo Jingyu looked around; it seemed unusually quiet today. "An'an has already been picked up by Grandma," Jiang Zhiyan explained.
Mo Jingyu then realized that it had been a long time since she had heard An'an call her. Being suddenly separated from her child made her feel strangely homesick; was this what it felt like to be a mother?
Mo Jingyu and Jiang Zhiyan arrived at the auction venue by car.
The waiter at the door became even more respectful when he saw the invitation Jiang Zhiyan handed him.
Mo Jingyu took Jiang Zhiyan's hand and slowly walked inside.
Unfortunately, an absurd number of people came up to greet her, and Mo Jingyu was surrounded by a crowd.
He was filled with resentment: What's the difference between this and being treated like a monkey on display!
Jiang Zhiyan responded politely to everyone, while Mo Jingyu just kept smiling, her face almost stiff from smiling.
She really wasn't suited for this kind of star-studded occasion.
Only after Jiang Zhiyan finally finished dealing with her could Mo Jingyu catch her breath. She sat on the sofa in the VIP section, eating non-stop.
Jiang Zhiyan looked at her with affection, and noticing the food residue on the corner of her mouth, he thoughtfully handed her a tissue.
Mo Jingyu hesitated for a moment, but still took the tissue.
The auction wasn't going to start for quite a while, but Mo Jingyu kept eating and drinking, and eventually, she developed the urge to go to the toilet.
Just as Mo Jingyu was about to push the door open in the cubicle, she heard a series of "ding-dong" sounds, and she subconsciously closed the cubicle door again.
"You little devil, you can't wait any longer?"
A boy spoke in what he thought was a charming, bubbly voice, but to Mo Jingyu, it sounded like an ear infection.
"Ugh~ It's clearly you." The girl's voice was affected and pretentious, with a tone that took eighteen turns. Mo Jingyu felt that the degree of curvature was more complicated than the girl's large and small intestines intertwined.
Upon hearing the voice, the boy seemed to be injected with excitement and couldn't restrain himself any longer, so he pounced on the girl.
The girl, like a little white rabbit encountering a big bad wolf, began to beg for mercy.
At that moment, Mo Jingyu's desire to cripple his own ears reached its peak.
She only ate two extra small cakes! Why punish her by making her listen to such foul language in this place where grains and other waste are disposed of?
During the conversation, the boy kept asking the girl if she was satisfied. Mo Jingyu rolled her eyes, thinking to herself: He'll know whether he's satisfied or not once he experiences it himself.
"Brother, will sister be angry if she finds out?"
The boy seemed to have lit a cigarette, and the smoke was getting straight into Mo Jingyu's eyes. She felt like she could immediately cosplay as someone with conjunctivitis.
"So what if she knows? She already has a daughter. She can't get a divorce now."
"I heard that your sister's daughter is in the top high school, that's really impressive."
The boy said smugly, "That's because I have good genes. Do you think she could have given birth to that brat Chu Yi?"
The girl then launched into a long, effusive praise of the boy, which was even more agonizing than the principal's speech.
Mo Jingyu stood in the cubicle, staring at the ceiling in despair: What a tragedy!!!
After the two finished their sweet nothings and left, Mo Jingyu reopened the cubicle door. Chu Yi? That's the same name as a girl in her previous class, Class Four. What a coincidence!
"Why did you take so long?" Jiang Zhiyan's concerned words were like triggering a switch that brought back those unbearable memories.
"Nothing, I just saw another pair of wild mandarin ducks, they were really ugly."
Jiang Zhiyan was unsure whether "wild mandarin ducks" meant the literal meaning or had a deeper connotation.