After accidentally sending a late-night reading to her ex-boyfriend

Jiang Yue looked at Mo Chenyuan with a strange expression.

"I heard that you should invite friends to your new house, and since it's on my way, plus I have something I wanted to give you!"

Jiang Yue was puzzled.

"What?"

"I don't want to ask you to come up alone tomorrow for that computer charger and stuff!"

"oh!"

The reason was far-fetched, but Jiang Yue still unbuckled her seatbelt.

Jiang Yue wasn't envious of other people's wealthy lives, but she was curious about what Mo Chenyuan's house looked like.

When they lived together, everything was to Jiang Yue's liking; Jiang Yue truly had no idea what Mo Chenyuan liked.

Or perhaps Jiang Yue had other ideas. As she went upstairs, she felt somewhat confused.

Expensive apartment with a large, single-level layout, excellent security, and an elegant lobby.

Jiang Yue followed behind Mo Chenyuan, feeling strange.

Until Mo Chenyuan opened the gate.

Each floor has its own unit, offering the best views.

Jiang Yue was still marveling at how wealthy they were when she entered the room.

She hadn't been to such a luxurious mansion in a long time, and awkwardly sat down on the 500,000 yuan sofa (don't ask, just know I've bought one before!).

This was a sofa brand that Jiang Yue had liked before.

Even many of Mo Chenyuan's interior design hobbies were things I had followed.

This gave Jiang Yue a misconception.

"Mo Chenyuan, your renovation..."

"Move-in ready, all provided by the developer!"

Mo Chenyuan entered the bedroom, took out a box—a brand-new computer box—and handed it to Jiang Yue.

"Thanks!"

Jiang Yue took it and took a deep breath.

She thought... But thinking about it, it makes sense. Those are the most popular products on social media. That's probably the taste of rich people. If the house is expensive enough, the furniture provided should also be popular products.

She almost misunderstood.

"Actually, these pieces of furniture..." Mo Chenyuan's deep voice rang out, "I know you've seen them, so..."

"Mo Chenyuan, I don't misunderstand. You bought these based on my preferences. They're trendy items, you know. I just didn't expect you to be such a composed person. It's nice that your home is decorated so relaxed. It saves you from being tense every day."

"Is that so?" Mo Chenyuan frowned, somewhat displeased that he had been interrupted, and felt even more that Jiang Yue was talking at cross purposes.

He was thinking that if Jiang Yue asked, he would admit it.

When he looked at the furniture, he did recall Jiang Yue's earlier words. Even Mo Chenyuan gradually began to admit that his decision to return to China, abandon his overseas company's development, and even venture into other industries stemmed from resentment.

At the very least, I want to know what kind of life this ambitious ex-girlfriend is living.

Jiang Yue is someone who disappeared after returning to China. If it weren't for the recent trending topic of "fake socialite," he wouldn't have noticed her.

Who exactly is Jiang Yue?

Mo Chenyuan learned that Jiang Yue had returned and that the Jiang family had gone bankrupt.

The once proud young lady, now living such a life, still remains proud. He actually wants to... help her...

Breakup is breakup.

Jiang Yue used to be so extravagant.

Mo Chenyuan didn't intend to take that money, but at the time he wondered if Jiang Yue would dislike him if she knew he wasn't poor.

The act of rescuing prostitutes is something that both men and women in China enjoy.

It's somewhat like someone pretending to be weak to actually harm others.

Even if Jiang Yue disagrees, he has prepared everything and will treat it as Jiang Yue's financial management.

Even after breaking up, he didn't hate Jiang Yue like that.

However, their aura becomes quite strange when facing Jiang Yue.

"Jiang Yue, I bought the furniture specifically for you. I'm not deaf; I've heard you mention it!" Mo Chenyuan took a deep breath, feeling that continuing like this was a waste of time.

"So, Mo Chenyuan, you're not going to say that you bought this house for me, are you?"

Jiang Yue looked up at Mo Chenyuan: "Now that you have money, you want to take care of me?"

"I didn't mean that. I'm not like you, someone who enjoys improper relationships," Mo Chenyuan quickly retorted, pretending to be unwilling at all.

"That's true!" Jiang Yue nodded. "I spent millions of dollars, and you wouldn't even let me touch it. Now you're paying me to do it? Mr. Mo, you're not that cheap, are you?"

Jiang Yue really doesn't know how to talk; she's a real spoilsport.

"If you can win the competition, I don't mind hearing your thoughts!" Mo Chenyuan thought for a moment, then added, "Upstairs and downstairs, it's all mine!"

"No wonder he's rich, buying three houses!" Jiang Yue clicked her tongue. "Mr. Mo is indeed a businessman. He only gives me benefits after he sees me making money. I know the company wants me to pretend to be rich, and my shabby apartment is really not enough. If someone finds something to use against me later, I won't be able to maintain the current contract. Let's wait until I really win!"

Jiang Yue patted the box and smiled.

"I got the stuff. It's not far from where I live. I'll be going now."

Jiang Yue quickly turned around.

If this continues, she might start to take Mo Chenyuan's words seriously.

If Mo Chenyuan were really willing to take her under his wing, that would be a good thing.

He's rich, good-looking, and someone I like.

Jiang Yue really had to put in a lot of effort to suppress her shameless thoughts.

It's painful, really painful.

"I'll take you there first!" Mo Chenyuan originally wanted to say directly that Jiang Yue should move in first, because the security in that neighborhood was poor, with drunks and strange people. He had thoroughly investigated the area when he left this morning.

However, there needs to be a legitimate reason for this, otherwise Jiang Yue would really feel like she's throwing herself at him.

Thinking it over, Mo Chenyuan grabbed Jiang Yue's arm: "It's late at night, I'll take you home. It's not safe for you to go back by yourself!"

Jiang Yue walked to the door and stopped.

Thinking of the questions she hadn't finished asking, Jiang Yue turned around and leaned against the door.

The door that had been opened was slammed shut at that very moment.

Then Jiang Yue looked at Mo Chenyuan and suddenly raised the corners of her mouth.

Mo Chenyuan's steps faltered.

She won't change her mind.

Or is it a case of playing hard to get?

Mo Chenyuan frowned and clenched his fist.

After he returned, he felt Jiang Yue's "seduction" all the time. Because of this "seduction", Mo Chenyuan's attitude was also very strange. He went from hating her at the beginning to accepting her slowly, and sometimes even had the idea of ​​letting Jiang Yue have her.

So her reserved demeanor just now was an act, and now she can't keep up the act anymore.

Jiang Yue is Jiang Yue; she can't pretend to be serious for more than three seconds.

Mo Chenyuan understood her quite well.

He stepped forward and took the initiative to get closer to Jiang Yue.

"You're not leaving?"

"Mo Chenyuan, I have something I want to ask you!"

"you say!"

Mo Chenyuan looked at her, wanting to ask her so many questions...

Jiang Yue, as always, was direct: "Mo Chenyuan, are you and Su Yuyan dating?"

Jiang Yue looked at Mo Chenyuan, took a deep breath, and prepared herself. She disliked ambiguity, and if Su Yuyan was indeed having an affair with Mo Chenyuan, she would leave immediately, at any cost.

After all, she had liked Mo Chenyuan, and couldn't be caught in the middle.

Mo Chenyuan was taken aback: "Why do you ask that?"