Scum Ex Wanted to Keep Her As His Mistress

Ling Mo raised his chin slightly and looked straight into Liang Feifan's deep eyes. There was a hint of obvious mockery in her words, "What, is the young master of the Liang family rekindling old feelings?"

Ling Tian saw Liang Feifan grab Ling Mo's hand in front of everyone and was secretly alarmed. She held his arm and asked aggrievedly, "Brother Feifan, didn't you say that you were going to give me a surprise at the birthday party?"

"Xiao Tian, get in the car first."

Liang Feifan frowned and only then did he remember that there was a proposal ring lying quietly in his trouser pocket.

As early as a week ago, when he found out that Ling Mo had been brought back to the Ling residence, he had already made up his mind and was prepared to put the proposal ring on Ling Tian's hand in front of her.

The reason why he was in such a hurry to propose to Ling Tian was because he wanted to take this opportunity to take revenge on Ling Mo, who had tortured him to the point where he was left with nothing.

Since Ling Mo was so despicable that she had miscarried three times for a wild man, he definitely wanted to give her a taste of being abandoned.

However, to his surprise, not only did this cold and beautiful girl in front of him completely disregard him, when she looked into his eyes, there seemed to be a trace of disdain in her eyes.

Liang Feifan had originally planned to use the dirtiest words to humiliate Ling Mo, but when the words were in his mouth, he suddenly did not know how to open his mouth.

Ling Tian saw that his gaze had been fixed on Ling Mo, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Brother Feifan, I'm going to get in the car first."

"Okay."

Liang Feifan replied indifferently, and his gloomy voice revealed his impatience at that moment.

After Ling Tian got into the car unwillingly, Ling Mo couldn't be bothered to pretend that she detested Liang Feifan anymore. She glared at him coldly, "Liang Feifan, spit it out."

"What kind of attitude is that?" Liang Feifan was frustrated and felt even more uncomfortable.

Ling Mo pulled back her hand that was red from his grip and asked coldly, "Don't you understand human language?"

Liang Feifan's straight eyebrows knitted together subconsciously, and a hint of doubt suddenly appeared on his face.

The current Ling Mo was very different from the soft and kind-hearted Ling Mo from seven years ago. It made him feel an unprecedented sense of unfamiliarity.

Ling Mo looked at Liang Feifan, who remained silent. She wanted to shrug his hands away and leave, but in order to find out where Liang Feifan's hatred for her originated from, she patiently repeated it again: "If I tell you to speak, spit it out. Don't waste my time. You should understand that, right?"

"What have you been through all these years? Why have you become so vulgar and despicable?" Liang Feifan's words were filled with pain and hatred.

Ling Mo caught the flash of pity in his eyes and suddenly laughed out loud. "Liang Feifan, put away your hypocrisy. If you really cared about me, why would you ignore me for seven years?"

"What's the point of digging up old scores?"

She seemed to have touched on Liang Feifan's sore spot, and he became more and more irritable.

In the next moment, he pushed Ling Mo to the outer wall of the hotel and impatiently stuffed the diamond ring in his trouser pocket into her hand. "Keep the diamond ring. Consider it half a year of allowance."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down impatiently, wanting to kiss her delicate red lips that were constantly teasing him.

"Shouldn't this ring be placed on Ling Tian's hand? Liang Feifan, your greed is really disgusting."

Ling Mo looked coldly at the handsome face in front of her that was magnified. Suddenly, she raised her hand and gave him a tight slap.

The slap caused his legs to stagger and he knelt beside her feet in a daze.

Liang Feifan did not expect Ling Mo to be so unappreciative. He angrily shouted at her, "B * cth, you slept with a strange man in the countryside. Why are you pretending to be noble in front of me? Shouldn't you be glad that I didn't abandon you because of your dirty body?"

"You think you're so great."

Ling Mo crossed her arms and looked at Liang Feifan, who was like an angry lion with blue veins bulging on his neck, calmly. She pretended to ask casually, "Did Ling Tian tell you what I did in the countryside?"

Liang Feifan wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth that had been slapped by her. He asked her indignantly, "Don't tell me that in your heart, I'm not as good as the man you met in the countryside?"

Ling Mo looked at him up and down with a mocking gaze. Then, she nodded slightly. "Indeed, you're not as good as him. The man I met in the countryside was wild enough. He lived a good life and wasn't clingy. I'm very satisfied."

After saying that, she threw the diamond ring in her hand beside his feet and entered the black business car without looking back.

"Ling Mo, just you wait."

Liang Feifan stomped on the sparkling diamond ring on the ground and punched the outer wall of the hotel in anger.

One day, he would let Ling Mo know how bad the consequences of betraying him were.

...

On the top floor of Dihuang Hotel, Qin Beiming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his eagle-like sharp eyes following Ling Mo.

It was not until she got into the Ling family's business car that he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Lu Jinjiu looked at the distracted Qin Beiming and suddenly came forward. He said mysteriously, "Third brother, I've already gathered all the information about Miss Ling from the past 17 years. Do you want to take a look?"

"No need."

Qin Beiming disdained prying into other people's privacy.

He was more inclined to spend more effort to understand the people or things that interested him, rather than using technical means to dig up the past of others.

"You really don't want to look?"

Lu Jinjiu sat down on the edge of the sofa and flipped through the photos of Ling Mo on his phone with great interest. He clicked his tongue and said, "Miss Ling has been beautiful since she was a child. Her beauty without makeup can even surpass a celebrity's."

"Shallow."

Qin Beiming said that, but his body defiantly leaned toward Lu Jinjiu.

"Third brother, aren't you not interested?"

Lu Jinjiu hid his phone behind his back. His eyes were shining and his face was full of ridicule.

"Say that again?"

Qin Beiming ignored the teasing tone in Lu Jinjiu's voice. He suddenly pressed his knees on the edge of the sofa and his chest was extremely close to Lu Jinjiu's slightly hunched body.

Lu Jinjiu was dumbfounded. He stared uneasily at Qin Beiming, who seemed like he could pounce on him at any moment. His muscular body began to tremble slightly.

He subconsciously leaned back and asked in a trembling voice, "Third brother, have you been coveting me since a long time ago?"

"Hand over the phone."

Qin Beiming was speechless. He felt that Lu Jinjiu was delusional.

"Huh?"

Lu Jinjiu stared at Qin Beiming, who was like a ferocious beast a second ago, but was now standing elegantly in front of him. He felt as if he was utterly trashed by him. He felt so weak and helpless that he could only curl up on the soft sofa and hug himself tightly.

Qin Beiming could not be bothered to explain. He bent over again and snatched the phone that Lu Jinjiu had kept in his hands.

"Ah! Third brother, don't! I'm afraid of pain..."

Lu Jinjiu had misunderstood. He used braced himself nervously, looking like a pitiful little girl who was unwilling to surrender to a bully.