Master Mo, Your Wife's Multiple Identities Are Online Again Chapter 173 Fangirl

173 Fangirl

After eating the whole night out, her body was warm, and the gloominess from before had dissipated. Su Yuan rubbed her stomach. She was not full yet. Just as she lifted her head and was about to Ask Aunt Du to get her another bowl, she noticed Mo Ting looking at her.

“Is there something on my face?”

“No,” Mo Ting replied.

“Then why are you staring at me?” Su Yuan glared at him.

Mo Ting laughed, “If I had known that a bowl of Yuanxiao could make you happy, I would have bought it for you on the way here.”

Su Yuan’s eyes darkened. She had not even asked him why he was at the nightclub, but he was trying to get information out of her.

She had indeed been a little too extreme with regard to Zhang Yi’s incident. But she had to cut off all the roots of this disaster!

“Where are you going?” Seeing Su Yuan stand up, Mo Ting pulled her back.

“I still want to eat more,” Su Yuan said, shaking the empty bowl.

“No,” Mo Ting replied, “the last bit is in my bowl.”

Su Yuan’s face fell instantly. She was not happy, she still wanted to eat Yuanxiao!

“I still have five here. I’ve only eaten one, do you mind?” Mo Ting said as he pushed his bowl toward Su Yuan.

Su Yuan looked at the five round and chubby Yuanxiao in her bowl. She only hesitated for three seconds before she decisively picked up her bowl, sat down, and started eating. They’ve kissed, so what’s the big deal with eating Yuanxiao? It’s not like they’ll die!

After having supper, the two of them said good night to each other and went back to their respective rooms. The guest room’s decorations were still the same as before. Even the things that she often used were still in the same position, as if they knew that she would come back sooner or later.

After the shower, Su Yuan saw that it was about time, so she sent Gu Qin a message to ask about Xu Yingying’s situation.

Gu Qin returned the call and the two of them started chatting.

…

Inside the study room, Fu Wen reported everything he had found out about Zhang Yi to Mo Ting.

“Mo Yi wants to play dirty with him?” Mo Ting asked.

“Yes, President Mo, Third Uncle has been secretly harassing Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi’s temper is quite stubborn. He didn’t agree to Third Uncle cutting off his resources for three shows.”

Mo Ting’s fingers tapped on the table as he asked, “What about him and his wife? How did you know each other?”

“President Mo,” Fu Wen said, “based on all the information I’ve gathered, the Madam and Zhang Yi have never interacted.”

Mo Ting furrowed his brows, “No interactions?”

Fu Wen continued, “Zhang Yi was born in a mountain in the South. He came to City A after he got into university. His wife’s high school is very far away from his, so it’s impossible for them to know each other. But…”

Fu Wen paused for a moment as he looked at Mo Ting’s expression. He then said in a trembling voice, “Zhang Yi has acted in a few TV dramas. Could Madam be a star-chaser?”

Mo Ting’s fingers suddenly stopped tapping on the table as he looked at Fu Wen in disbelief, “You’re saying that Little Yuan likes that green-haired Zhang Yi?”

Zhang Yi had just finished filming a youth idol drama. He was acting as a violent esports genius. The role required him to dye his hair green, but he had not had the time to dye it back. Back at the nightclub, the moment the lights were turned on, Mo Ting was left with a deep impression of his emerald-green hair.

Seeing that President Mo was looking at him with scrutiny, suspicion, confusion, and anger, Fu Wen’s heart was alarmed and he quickly denied, “No, President Mo, that’s not what I meant. It’s…” However, he did not finish his sentence. This was a question that was destined to be answered. How was he supposed to answer it?

“President Mo, you’ve misunderstood. After being President Mo’s assistant for so many years and dealing with so many unexpected situations, he shouldn’t be bending over such a small matter.” Fu Wen calmed down. “I think it’s the opposite. Madam hates Zhang Yi very much. Not only does she hate him, but she also doesn’t want to see him. That’s why she’s begging you to shut him out.”

Hearing this, Mo Ting fell silent, but his expression was a lot better than before.

Fu Wen knew that he was answering in the right direction and continued, “President Mo, think about it, the madam would either scold or beat Zhang Yi. All the artistes in the Chinese entertainment industry want to sign with our EL. If they sign with EL, they will have a bright future. But Madam has cut off his future. If this is not hate, what else can it be?” Then, Fu Wen argued his point of view from various angles.

After taking a shower, Mo Ting sat by the bed and dried his hair. He did not deny that Fu Wen’s analysis made sense, but his instincts told him that Little Yuan and Zhang Yi’s relationship was not as simple as it seemed. He sat by the bed for a while, then suddenly got up and walked out of the bedroom to Su Yuan’s room. There was not a single ray of light from the crack in the door. The little girl should have fallen asleep. He put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it lightly. The door was not locked.

Mo Ting did not say whether he believed him or not, but he let Fu Wen go.

After taking a shower, Mo Ting sat by the bed and dried his hair. He did not deny that Fu Wen’s analysis made sense, but his instincts told him that Little Yuan and Zhang Yi’s relationship was not as simple as it seemed. He sat by the bed for a while, then suddenly got up and walked out of the bedroom to Su Yuan’s room. There was not a single ray of light from the crack in the door. The little girl should have fallen asleep. He put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it lightly. The door was not locked. As soon as the door opened, the sweet scent of peaches wafted in.