The Handsome Man Was So Scary When He Was Cold-blooded

The two women who blocked her way were two third-rate actresses. They were quite famous in the entertainment industry. One of them was a co-star in Tang Xinyan's film. Her name was Jiang Na'er but she was close to Tang Yurou. She was not a fan of Tang Xinyan back then and gossiped about her behind her back.

"Tang Xinyan, who do you think you are? How dare you spill wine on Mr. Mo!" Jiang Na'er did not know Mo Chiwei's true identity but she noticed how the rich men in the room were treating him with respect. She was certain that the man was someone with great power and was not someone that could be messed with. 

Tang Xinyan raised an eyebrow. She did not get mad but smiled instead. "Would I have spilled the wine on him without any reason?" She stuck to her principles even when she was in the entertainment circle. She gained all her achievements through her own hard work and abilities. She had always hated men who tried to take advantage of her.

Before Tang Xinyan could get over what had happened last night, not only did Mo Chiwei drag her into his arms by force, he even spoke to her impertinently. He pushed her to her wit's end.

Although she was scared and nervous when she saw Mo Chiwei's face turned somber, she had no choice but to leave immediately.

Jiang Na'er flicked her freshly manicured nails. Her lips curved into a sinister smile, "How dare you offend Mr. Mo, it seems like you have reached the end of the road. I might help you to beg for mercy if you kneel before me."

Tang Xinyan's eyebrows furrowed.

Judging by Jiang Na'er's tone, was she close with the man?

It might be possible. If the man could hold her in his arms without knowing who she was, he must be a playboy with a complicated nightlife. 

Tang Xinyan looked at the arrogant Jiang Na'er, as she ran her fingers through her hair and said in a lazy and mocking smile, "You want me to kneel before you? Hah, my knees are not that cheap!" Tang Xinyan wanted nothing to do with Jiang Na'er, she only wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Jiang Na'er grabbed Tang Xinyan's lean forearm, and raised her other arm. She swung her arm toward her face with boiling rage in her eyes.

Tang Xinyan would not let Jiang Na'er hit her. She dodged her attack by taking two steps back. Jiang Na'er's hand struck the door frame instead. The unbearable pain caused her to grit her teeth, and her face turned dark instantly.

"Tang Xinyan, you b*tch!" Jiang Na'er turned around and said to the woman beside her, "Ning Fu, don't you know Taekwondo? Help me to take care of her."

"Alright, Sis Na'er," Ning Fu warmed up her wrists and smirked, "People who irritate my Sis Na'er are playing with fire!"

Tang Xinyan took her phone out of her bag and launched her camera. She squinted at Ning Fu with her pair of apricot eyes that had a clear distinction of black and white, "If you dare lay one finger on me, you will make the headlines." 

Ning Fu frowned and hesitated.

Jiang Na'er snorted, "Ning Fu, just do it. I will bear all the responsibility if anything happens."

Ning Fu no longer hesitated, she raised her arm and was ready to hit Tang Xinyan. Suddenly, the room's door was opened from the inside.

At the same time, when Tang Xinyan ducked and avoided the punch, Ning Fu's wrist was grabbed fiercely by a big hand.

The gentleman who looked smart and cold in his suit used very little strength. In the next second, the sound of bones cracking filled the silent air.

Before Ning Fu was able to scream out in pain, she was flung to the ground by the man without mercy.

Mo Chiwei took a handkerchief out from his front left pocket and wiped the hand he used to hold Ning Fu's wrist. 

The outstandingly striking face gave Jiang Na'er, whose face was as pale as a ghost, an icy glare. His thin lips parted and he said coldly, "Still wanna stay?"