1957: Do Not Lust After My Man

Do Not Lust After My Man

As Mo Fei recalled the string of events that unfolded today, she did not doubt that Qian Yikun was the ultimate sly fox.2

Otherwise, how could she have gotten set up by that man?

"Yes, he knows." Mo Fei's gaze shifted downward as the tinkle of a smile remained on her lips. That was the man Mo Fei had her eyes on all right. If he was not capable, she would not have admired him in the first place.

"That's good too. He won't misunderstand anything then." Ding Junqi was aware of Mo Fei's fight with Qian Yikun previously.

What he said was true. After ending the call with Ding Junqi, she watched as Ding Jiaqi passed through the threshold into the house. Mo Fei retracted her phone before throwing it on the bed. Then, she turned around and strolled out of the room.

Ding Jiaqi was heading upstairs with a face full of resentment. However, halfway up the stairs, she saw Mo Fei standing at the top of the stairs. Mo Fei had her hands behind her back with an ambiguous smile on her face.

Ding Jiaqi stopped in her tracks and subconsciously took a step back. "Cou— Cousin Fei…" Ding Jiaqi called out tentatively.

Mo Fei walked down the stairs deliberately as Ding Jiaqi mirrored her movement by retreating step by step.

Mo Fei tapped her palm with a Swiss Army knife as she stared at the woman whose teeth were probably chattering in fear.

"Cousin Fei, what are you going to do?" Ding Jiaqi asked with a shrill voice.

"Not much. I just want to peel an apple. What are you afraid of?" As she said that, she inched closer to Ding Jiaqi who had already been forced down to the final step at the bottom of the stairs.

"In that case, I won't disturb Cousin Fei anymore," Ding Jiaqi threw the statement and was about to fly away if she could.

However, Mo Fei grabbed Ding Jiaqi by the collar and pulled her back before throwing her at the table. "Why are you leaving? Since you always have something to say and you claim to be so understanding, accompany me for a proper chat then."

As she spoke, Mo Fei stabbed the Swiss Army knife on the solid wooden table.

Ding Jiaqi's body trembled involuntarily. This was obviously psychological abuse!

Mo Fei picked up an apple in a leisurely manner and leaned against the sofa before picking up the knife. She slowly peeled the apple. "Do you know what happened to the blabbermouths I've met before?"

Ding Jiaqi did not dare to speak.

Mo Fei tossed the peeled apple skin to the ground and said in a cold voice, "Their tongues removed and deep-fried in a wok of boiling oil. After it's done, I'll feed their tongues back to them."

There was no trace of blood on Ding Jiaqi's face.

Mo Fei cut the peeled apple into small pieces and used the army knife to pick up a small piece, placing it by Ding Jiaqi's mouth. "As for those women who are bent on seducing someone else's men, I think throwing them into the pot will only dirty the oil in the wok." As she said that, she stuffed the apple into Ding Jiaqi's tightly shut mouth. "I have no objections to you being as b*tchy as your grandma, but you'd better not have such crooked thoughts about my man. As you already know, I'm not the easiest person to talk to." As she said that, Mo Fei retracted the army knife from the apple and patted Ding Jiaqi's face with it. "Here, consider the apple a gift. Remember, don't lust after my man. I'm simply sparing all of you some embarrassment by not playing along. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford to play this game with me."

Ding Jiaqi found it hard to swallow the apple in her mouth. She trembled as she watched Mo Fei walk around her and head upstairs. Eventually, her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the ground.

Meanwhile, after taking a few steps, Mo Fei turned around and looked at Ding Jiaqi, who sat lifelessly on the ground. The corners of her lips curled up into a grin and she made a slicing motion with her hand on her neck.

Ding Jiaqi grew even more fearful.

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