Mo Yan in the Book 4 - 7

Shanghai Calendar Girls

4 Crossed Over…

In a spacious and gorgeously decorated bedroom, a young woman slept in a bed covered in a rose red silken quilt. Half of the bedding was trailing on the ground while the other half was spread disorderly across the bed. The windows were open, and a light breeze blew in causing the curtains to shift and make a fine sound.

‘Yanyan,’ a soft voice called. There was soft knock, ‘Yanyan,’

The young woman in the bed stirred and curled up under the silk quilt. Her black hair was spread across the pillow, her while face was marred with a frown as she gave a soft whimper. Her lashes trembled before slowly opening. The young woman rose staring blankly, she looked around, confused. She stared helplessly at the door her body slightly trembling. Her pale fingers tightly grasped the quilt before she lay back and curled up, looking sad and pitiful.

‘Yan Yan, mom is coming in.’ the soft voice called again.

The door opened, ‘Are you feeling better?’ Her mother asked as she entered the room, ‘Who told you to wear so little? You had a cold and a high fever. You never listen to your mother. Fortunately, your fever has passed,’ her soft hand caressed Mo Yan’s forehead. Her face was full of worry.

‘Mom?’Mo Yan called staring at the lovely graceful lady sitting at her bed. Her back hair was in a knot on top of her head and she was looking at Mo Yan anxiously.

‘How come you don’t even recognise your mother? You need to rest more, no going out with Aotian today.’ Meng Xin covered Mo Yan’s body with the quilt and rose from her bed, and left the room.

Hearing the footsteps fade away, Mo Yan pulled back the quilt and went up to the full length mirror. She reached out to her reflection; she had sparkling charming eyes, a pert nose and delicate red lips. Her skin was white and dewy. Her body was sultry, with a protruding chest and butt. The features of the young woman were more delicate than before; but on the whole she was still the same delicate red rose.

‘Ah!’ Mo Yan gasped and held her head as flashes of pain accompanied by flashes of memory were presented to her mind. How she grew up, her first love, the abundant love of her parents. Beautiful women dressed in fashionable clothes embracing handsome men. Tears flowed down her face, as she felt the pain and sadness of her original soul.

These were the memories left in the body. Due to the high fever, the original had died quietly to be replaced with Mo Yan’s soul. (Zuben: A high fever?!)

‘I’m so sorry,’ she said to past life, ‘I will take good care of your parents, and make your life complete.’ (Zuben: By becoming the best actress the world has ever seen! Oh! Wrong book)

In her own life, she had never enjoyed familial affection since she was a child. She could only walk the road of life on her own, step by step. She could only lick her wounds quietly in the dark everytime she was wronged. As time went by, she would rather work overtime till the early morning than return to the cold dark house.

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‘Aotian, I’m sorry but our family’s Yanyan is not feeling well, she can’t go out today.’ Meng Xin said apologetically to the handsome man before her.

‘That’s okay, Auntie Meng, I’ll ask Yanyan out another day.’ He replied with a polite sincere smile.

Once the door closed, the young man turned and walked slowly to the late model Maserati parked in front of the house. The sincere smile fell replaced by a cold look without an ounce of warmth. He quickly got into his car and drove off.

5 Tears are Pearls

‘Mo Yan, the young daughter of the Mo Group engaged to one of the top five enterprises’ son Long Aotian.’ Mo Yan read from the news article. She became flustered by what she was reading.

So, this body was the antagonist in the novel she had read before she went to sleep. (Zuben: She’s taking it well.)

But now, the plot, where were they?

So they were engaged, the plot had developed to the original soul’s whims. She raced to Long Aotian’s house and finds a naked Ye Ling in bed. The last memory she had was of the original soul holding Aotian in a cold stormy night crying. Fortunately, the original soul had not found someone to rape Ye Ling yet. Fortunately, it wasn’t too late.

‘I am…why…’Mo Yan suddenly burst into tears. The feelings of sorrow and jealousy could not be controlled. Her hands trembled as she wiped the tears.

‘Don’t cry,’ she said to herself, ‘don’t cry. Tears are pearls. Don’t cry for him.’ She murmured wiping her tears.

After calming down, she put lay down in bed and put her arms over her forehead staring at the rose canopy. Her eyes were dewy after crying, her face was filled with sadness and her lips were pursed with grievances.

She had to find a way to cancel the engagement. According to the plot, they five men now have feelings for Ye Ling, and will not want to let go. She could only find the opportunity to talk to her parents and hopefully, cancel the engagement smoothly. Otherwise, the marriage will only be a lonely ending.

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In a luxuriously decorated villa, three men were in various poses of repose. Each holding a wine glass in their hand, chatting. Each one of them is the pride of heaven.

The roaring engine of a sports car cut through the quiet compound.

A few minutes later, Long Aotian entered the living room.

‘How come that sick princess didn’t pester you?’ Ou Yangche’s hands folded over his chest as he looked at Aotian kindly.

‘Aotian, you should pay attention to that woman, I don’t want our baby harmed.’ Though he was wearing an angelic smile, Ouyang Yu’s eyes flashed cruelly.

‘Have you decided to marry her?’ Ling Zifeng asked, his eyebrows full of concern.

‘Yes, but she will be Mrs Long in name only.’ Aotian replied indifferently as he smoothed his hair back.

‘Tut tut, the poor woman is treated as a decoration by our dragon boy.’ Ouyang Che sneered at Aotian but his eyes were full of contempt for Mo Yan.

‘And baby?’ He asked the three men.

‘Just fed by us.’ Ling Zifeng’s eyes narrowed slightly revealing deep lust.

‘Oh, then it’s my turn.’ Long Aotian took off his white shirt and went upstairs. He was eager and aching, he just wanted to “love” his baby.

The men in the living room sat on the sofas. Ling Zifeng tapped a side table with one hand, his eyes were closed as he fell deep in thought.

‘We have to keep an eye on our baby, so she would not be stared at by the crazy woman. She is the one who got rid of all the women around Aotian before.’ Ouhang Che said to the other men.

‘Hmm, if necessary…’ Ouyang Yu said drawing a finger across his neck, his angelic face held a ferocious smile, and his dark eyes held a bloodthirsty spirit.

Over the three’s whispered discussion were bursts of sweet crooning from upstairs,

‘Nn~…Nnn~…ah~ no more…Aotian, please, let me rest…’

(Zuben: they gonna fuck the poor thing to death. These weak chicklings, the last one died of a fever! In the 21^st century!)

6 Cancel the Engagement

In the quiet dining room, only the sound of the cutlery scraping the plate was heard. Mo Yuhao was preoccupied with the elegant and dignified Meng Xin. Whenever, Meng Xin finished eating, he immediately added food she liked to her plate. Meng Xin smiled at her husband, her eyes full of helpless indulgence. She ate the man’s love. (Zuben: if you only eat food you like, won’t you get bored?)

After lunch, as was customary, Mo Yuhao would read the newspaper beside Meng Xin while she watched the latest instalment of the latest Korean drama on a soft and comfortable velvet sofa.

‘Wuwu~ the heroine is so pitiful. When she finally gets to be with the hero, she finds she has cancer…’ Meng Xin cried holding Mo Yuhao’s hand, while clutching her handkerchief in the other using it to wipe her tears.

‘Hao, don’t cry. It’s just acting. It’s all fake.’ Mo Yuhao said putting aside the news paper in his hands as he tried to comfort Meng Xin.

‘You have no blood and tears. You don’t understand anything…’ Meng Xin angrily twisted the flesh on Yuhao’s arms with her slender fingers. (Zuben: Is she going to use her boobs to pinch him?)

‘Ow! Yes! Yes! I don’t have blood and tears. But don’t cry, my darling, I get so hurt when you cry.’ Yuhao said as he wiped Meng Xin’s tears with his large hands and looked at her full of deep doting. His handsome face exuded a refined and unique charm.

‘Dad, are you bullying my mother?’

After a night of rest, she had digested the memories and formulated a plan. She visited the large gorgeous dressing room, and found a suitable elegant dress in a light fabric. With her delicate beautiful face, now infused with Mo Yan’s restrained nature, she exuded a charming temperament like mellow red wine that has been fermenting for many years. One was willing to spend the rest of one’s life tasting it.

‘It’s alright. I was just watching a drama on TV and started crying. How are you feeling? Did you have a good rest?’ Meng Xing replied, while Mo Yuhao stiffly picked up his newspaper as though nothing had happened and continued to read it.

Meng Xin went to take Mo Yan’s hands and sat her down.

‘Mom. Dad. I have something to discuss. I…I would like to cancel my engagement with Aotian, but…I don’t know if it would cause trouble with the company.’ Mo Yan said quietly.

‘Is this the decision you are determined to make?’ Yuhao asked, putting down his newspaper and sat up looking dignified.

‘Yes.’ She replied.

‘Hao, I will cancel the engagement with the Long family. As for the cooperation, even if it gets cancelled, we can still work with other enterprises. I have only one daughter. So of course, I am on your side.’ Yuhao had a slight smile on his face, and his eyes were full of love for Mo Yan.

Mo Yan’s face could not hide the joyful expression and relief,

‘By the way, Mom and Dad, I am going out with Shen Yu tomorrow. I will stay at her place, so don’t worry about me.’

It was the first time she had left the house to party with her friends after the came into this world.

‘Alright. Please be safe. Your parents are going to a party tomorrow evening as well, so we won’t be home.’ Meng Xin said patting her head with a smile.

After Mo Yan went back upstairs, Meng Xin put her hands on her waist and turned to glare at Mo Yuhao,

‘What is wrong with your eyes? How could you not see that that Long Aotian, though he was our son-in-law, he looks at my dear one so coldly? I have always wanted to kick him out of our house in anger.’ Meng Xin said angrily.

From the very start she had been unhappy with Long Aotian as a son in law, but Mo Yan wanted to marry him. So of course, she couldn’t say anything only keep her grievances to herself.

‘I didn’t realise it because I was short-sighted. You need to calm down. Fortunately, our baby has decided herself. You don’t have to worry that she did not turn to look back at the South wall.’ Mo Yuhao tried to placate Meng Xin, who relaxed.

‘Yes, it hadn’t been pleasurable watching Mo Yan give him so much attention. Fortunately, they haven’t married yet. You must deal with the cancellation as quickly as possible.’ She ordered him insistently.

‘Hao, I will deal with the engagement as soon as possible. Don’t worry.’ Mo Yuhao pecked Meng Xin’s soft red lips. He held her delicate body close and whispered in her ear in a low, charming voice.

‘But, it’s still light…’ Meng Xin narrowed her eyes at Mo Yuhao, but to him she was teasing him. His lips covered hers, and he embraced her tightly, pulling her along with him to their room.

The living room was in silence. (Zuben: End scene!)

7 The Palace

‘Xiaoyu, over here.’ Mo Yan had chosen not to dress outlandishly in a yellow knee length dress, which had a yellow ribbon around her waist tied into a bow, outlining her slender figure.

‘Yanyan, is that what you’re wearing? So weak! Tonight, were going to the most exclusive club in town.’ Shen Yu announced taking a sexy pose. She was dressed in a sexy black silk cheongsam. The dress was decorated with cut out irises which showed off her perfect figure. The dress was finished with red stilettos, making Shen Yu appear slenderer.

‘Palace? Oh. I better go home and change…’

‘It’s too late for that now, we can go directly to NEON, and get something more appropriate.’ Shen Yu said dragging her to the famous clothing brand’s store.

In the brightly lit shop, there were a wide range of clothes. The mannequins were dressed in the height of fashion. Shen Yu stopped in front of one and pointed,

‘That one! Go try it on.’

Mo Yan got the dress and went to a fitting room to try it on. It was a brightly coloured cheongsam, like a rose. It tightly wrapped around her enchanting curves, and her exposed skin had an ivory like lustre. A life-like phoenix was embroidered on the waist line wrapped around her wasp waist and its tail ending on the unturned jade hip. (Zuben: Crikey! Wasps. Jade. Jade wasps!) The wings opened over her towering breasts, like a phoenix reborn from the fire forming a beautiful arc. (Zuben: What a complicated dress) She chose white high heels to accompany the dress. And her beautiful face had only delicate and appropriate make-up. She would draw eyes everywhere she went.

‘That’s right. My Yanyan-meimei needs to kill!’ Shen Yu said, before asking stylists to put up Mo Yan’s long black hair into a bun, which was held by a gold plated rose and diamonds. (Zuben: Still sounds trashy but okay.)

‘Let’s go, it’s almost time. The others are waiting for us.’ Shen Yu pulled Mo Yan to the limousine waiting in front of the store.

Night had fallen, and the lights of the prosperous city were bright.

Inside Palace, the most exclusive club in the capital, the crystal chandeliers glittered but cast a low ambiguous light illuminating the luxurious and noble atmosphere. Most of the furnishings were inlaid with gold displaying the style of the upper class society everywhere. (Zuben: Can have money but not class)

Entering this hallowed halls, was not a matter of tolerance. The visitors needed to be vetted at all levels. Clothing was the basic threshold for entry. Therefore, the guests were not idle people; all of them dressed to show their distinguished status. The members of the club ran from the military, to politicians, business moguls, medical high flyers, legal and other high-level important people. To enter, the guest must be recommended by friends who are already members. In the Palace, all consumption and access records will not be kept. There was a strict monitoring system and security that protected the privacy of the guests of the Palace.

The limousine drew to a languid stop at the entrance to the club. Mo Yan and Shen Yu got out and sauntered to the door elegantly. Shen Yu held out a card inlaid with diamonds. (Zuben: Shwoo! Which kind; mined or lab created?) The bouncer at the door glanced at them and bowed slightly before opening the luxury hidden door. (Zuben: Much Luxury! Much Wow!)

The identities of the patrons to the Palace were divided into; gold stamped black membership card, diamond card, platinum card, gold card and silver card. Only a few people in the world owned the gold stamped black cards; they represented powerful people.

The girls entered the luxurious bar where tiers upon tiers of champagne glasses towered over the patrons reflecting the crystal clear champagne within them. The glittering chandeliers sent out brilliant rays of light that refracted through the glasses creating a dazzling shimmer.

‘This way,’ Shen Yu said dragging Mo Yan to a secluded seated area in the distance where a group of young men and women waved excitedly at them.

‘I didn’t think our Xiaoyu and Mo Yan could look so beautiful.’ Lin Yifeng said when the two women drew close. Lin Yifeng held a goblet in his hand and sipped from it lightly. His eyes flashed as he stared at Shen Yu’s pretty face.

‘Pooh, you only just noticed.’ Shen Yujiao sneered at Lin Yifeng.

‘Sorry, I’m late.’ A tender soft voice called over the happy group. In a long sexy chiffon skirt, her graceful figure was outlined. Her hair was curled into big waves put up. She was clutching a newly released Chanel bag. Fang Qianxin approached slowly with an apologetic look that was also coquettish.

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