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Your patience is appreciated. Enjoy the continuation of the story full of testicle brained dingbats. Happy Lunar New Year!

36 Long Aotian:

‘Here, wipe the blood.’ Ling Zifeng handed Long Aotian a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood on his face.

‘No need.’ The blood had clotted after a long while and he asked a servant to clean him up and apply a bandage.

‘Long Yanhao is really fucked in the head. Till how long do you have to endure?’ Ouyang Yu said with a look of hatred; he really wanted to kill Long Yanhao.

‘For just a bit longer.’ He replied. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist on his knee. All these  years, he had bore it. It would be over soon.

‘When you’re ready, count us in.’ Ouyang Che patted Aotian’s shoulder

‘Hm.’

‘By the way, I heard that Mo Yan has broken off her engagement with you. Is that true?’ Yu asked with a raised eyebrow.

Aotian nodded.

‘Has she let you go or is she just playing hard to get to attract your attention?’ Zifeng asked with a look of suspicion.

‘Either way, it’s all good. You can make your own decisions about who you marry and not be controlled by Yanhao.’

‘I doubt that.’ Che said, ‘If Yanhao doesn’t use his son to the extreme he wouldn’t give up. You have to be careful.’

‘Thank you.’ Aotian nodded.

Whenever he saw that man, he wanted to rush up and kill him. (Zuben: Just do it)

Originally, Long Yanhao was a farmer’s son who came to the city to study where he met Dan Yue, Aotian’s mother. In the course of their relationship, he found out the Dan Ye was a rich young miss, pretending to be poor.

Dan Yue asked her father to arrange for Yanhao to join their company as an employee. Due to his excellent performance, and as his daughter’s boyfriend, he quickly moved up the ranks to manager.

Dan Yue had planned to wait a few years to evaluate Yanhao, before taking the next step to marriage, but she got ‘drunk’ at a party and had sex with Yanhao, and got pregnant. So, they had to get married quickly.

Life was happy after marriage, Yanhao was raised to a general manager position and was given some shares. When Aotian turned five, Shan Yue’s father died in a car ‘accident’ leaving 25% of his shares to Dan Yue and the remaining 20% to his grandson, Aotian.

One day, Long Yanhao came home and complained to Dan Yue that because he had too few shares, he had no power in the company. Dan Yue who had always been protected by her father, had been innocent and did not know deceit, put her shares in his custody. And then, while he got her drunk and got her to sign over her shares to him.

Then Dan Yue died when Aotian turned 8, and he was at the mercy of his father since then. Once that happened, the company fell into Lon Yanhao’s hands, and he changed the company name to the Long Group. Not long after his mother’s death, he brought a woman into the house as a new wife with a young son in tow – a year younger than Aotian; Qingfeng. Aotian’s happy home life was destroyed.

It turned out that Long Yanhao had been two timing Dan Yue with the new wife. Just after Aotian was born, Qingfeng was born.

Suspicion grew in young Aotian, and he decided to investigate his grandfather’s and mother’s deaths. He found that there was evidence that Long Yanhao was behind their demise.

However, because he was too young, the shares were not in his control and he could only wait until he was old enough. Year after year, Yanhao fired the original company people loyal to his grandfather and added his own cronies. So everyone was loyal to Yanhao.

Aotian met Mo Yan at a party when they were teens. He hadn’t expected her to like him. Then one day, he saw Mr Mo emerge from his Yunhao’s study and shortly after he was informed that he and Mo Yan were betrothed, and Yanhao asked him to take good care of her. Soon, he understood that Yanhao was using the betrothal to get funds from the Mo family for his plans. Therefore, he never tried to develop any feelings for Mo Yan.

Author says: This chapter is about Long Aotian’s history that would not have been mentioned in the “original novel”, and why he had no feelings towards the original Mo Yan.

Some of these are not mentioned in the “original novel” after all, a novel will not fully explain all the background. (Zuben: It should. Especially since he’s a hero or male lead)

Author: If the writing or plot is not good, please forgive me. (Zuben: The wilder it is, the more fun we have!!)

  37 Ye Ling:

In the middle of a large white bed lay a beautiful alluring young woman. (Zuben: As opposed to tacky black sheets the other fellows are using) Her features made one want to immerse themselves in her. Her long lashes trembled slightly and her crystal-clear eyes slowly opened. She looked around the environment, and her expression changed from confusion, to shock to happiness.

‘I was reborn…!’ She couldn’t believe it. She kept touching the her reflection in the mirror.

Ye Ling had been reborn to the proud days when they liked her.

Fang Qianxin, that bitch, unexpectedly dared stab her with a knife in public. Even now, she felt the pain of the stab in her heart. Before, Qianxin had hidden behind Mo Yan, and got Aotian to deal with her. But after Mo Yan’s death, she could only retreat because her idiot-shield was no longer around. Ye Ling didn’t know how she had avoided the security searches to being a knife to the banquet. She thrust a knife into her chest when Aotian and the others had not been near her. As she faded away, she could hear Aotian call her name frantically.

Damn it, there had still been a lot of things to do. She had wanted to capture those mysterious men. She had been thinking of a way to get into their graces when Qianxin murdered her. She hadn’t known their names, but she knew their power was higher than Aotian. (Zuben: Over 9000?)

Once she had been brought to the Palace to have fun with Aotian and the others; there they had met them. She realised Aotian had a tone of deference towards them, and she knew that they must belong to her. (Zuben: All that fucking must have gone to her head. Mo Yan take heed!)

She had been blessed with the privilege of being loved by Aotian and the others, and then given the privilege to speak to those five men. But it had all been destroyed by that bitch. Now the heavens have blessed her with the change to relive her life, and with Aotian, she had to figure out how to make those five men hers. (Zuben: Ten dudes? Six dudes? Or five dudes?)

After years of being held tenderly in the palm of four men, Ye Ling was no longer a woman who just wanted to have a good life. Her mind was now full of the need for love and adoration; all men should adore her. (Zuben: How is that her fault? She’s been conditioned. By too much fucking and spoiling)

Ye Ling, now reborn to her youth, her imperative was how to make men adore her. However, she didn’t realise that the men liked her because of her perseverance and unpretentious nature. (Zuben: What a shite double standard. So, she’s supposed to protest for the rest of her life? She might as well go and check herself into a mental institution early.)

But on searching her memories,

‘Damn, why is this world different from how it used to be?’ she asked herself in shock. Mo Yan knew about the sexual relationship between her and Aotian but she didn’t hire someone to rape her. Without the catalyst, how could she and Aotian take their feelings further to lead to Mo Yan’s death?

Could Mo Yan have been reborn as well? No, she had to make sure the was the only protagonist. And Fang Qianxin, that evil bitch, also needed to be handled; make sure she found a way to show Aotian her true nature and get him to avenge her murder. Or she would die wrongfully.

As Ye Ling had passed from elegant maturity to youthfulness, she didn’t realise she was now full of mature charm which was inconsistent with her youth. Her delicate hands caressed her tender body joyfully. She smiled ecstatically. She heard the voices of the men downstairs. She took an enchanting breath and held her hands gently together put on a simple innocent expression and left the bedroom.

The four men watched her as she descended the stairs, and narrowed their eyes as they saw her.

‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’

‘Nothing, I heard your voices so I came down to speak to you.’ After many years, she had simply forgotten how she spoke to the men when they had first met. She had turned from pure to charming overnight, which made the men a bit suspicious.  

 38 No Way:

 ‘Oh, is that right?’Ouyange Che laughed evilly as he drew her into his arms and kissed her cheeks, while exchanging glances with the others.

‘What are you men talking about?’ She asked as she sat on Che’s legs and fiddled with his button. She stared at the men with a clever but innocent expression. Then she caught sight of Aotian, ‘How did Aotian get hurt?’ And she raised her hand to caress his bandaged head.

Aotian caught her hand and kissed her palm, though his eyes scrutinised her face before he replied, ‘Nothing, it looks like darling is still very sleepy.’

She blushed.

‘Honey, we won’t be able to accompany you for a while. If you are bored, you can go shopping with sister in law Chen.’ Ling Zifeng took a last drink of his red wine and signalled the other men to leave.

‘Alright.’ She replied softly, watching them go. After they left, she could not help but think about her actions with them.

‘It’s strange, Baby seems like a different person. While she doesn’t keep us from approaching, she isn’t so intimate.’ Ouyang Che said the moment they were out of earshot.

‘Her breath is her, but it doesn’t feel like her.’ Aotian said closing his eyes to hide the cold look in them. (Zuben: Her breath?)

‘We have to keep an eye on her.’ Ling Zifeng said, eyes narrowing dangerously.

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Within a large forested compound were several villas surrounding a luxurious courtyard. In the middle was a mansion as grand as a medieval castle. (Zuben: Writer, I see leaps of logic here¬.¬)

The compound was heavily guarded with well-equipped security personnel patrolling everywhere.

‘The Long family and Mo family have cancelled the engagement due to incompatible personalities.’ Mu Zeyuan put the information in his hand on the patio table. His green eyes held a hint of satisfaction with current developments.

‘Yi, how is our kitty’s mental state?’ Ye Hanyu turned to the androgynous man beside him.

‘Better.’ He said looking at the photo of Mo Yan with a gaze of possessiveness.

There were pictures of Mo Yan scattered about the table, the men at the table each had a picture in hand. In some of the pictures, she was sitting in a lounge chair on her family home’s patio staring into the distance in a daze. In others she was laying pitifully on the lounger inciting a protective instinct. (Zuben: Like fanbois getting pics of their ‘goddess’)

‘But how can we be sure that her parents will bring her?’ Gong Qiye poked at the armrest of his chair.

They had planned a banquet, inviting the crème de la crème of society from all walks of life; just to see Mo Yan who had vanished from society.

‘If they don’t get her to go out, she would not be able to deal with crowds or strangers again.’ Situ Yi took a sip of his wine and gave a smile that showed that her appearance was inevitable, ‘I advised their Dr Chen to advise the family to make her go out before sending out the invitation.’

‘And as long as it is an invitation from one of us, Mr Mo cannot refuse.’ Xiao Muchen gave a sinister smile, which made his cold face more bewitching. (Zuben: To whom?)

The girl on the lounger looked out at the world lazily, her delicate skin like white sheep fat jade was gleaming brighter than the sun. (Zuben: Blinding! Need a pair of eclipse glasses to see that!) Her thick lashes were moist with tears in the picture. Her silken hair was not styled making her even more charming.

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‘Yan-yan, what would you like to wear for the party tomorrow?’ Meng Xin asked her beautiful daughter sitting at the window looking out.

‘Can I not go, Mom?’ She asked pitifully with a pout.

‘No way, you have to go.’ Meng Xin came closer and caressed her daughter’s hair.

‘If you don’t go out, you will become afraid of the outside. Don’t worry about your parents. Please darling, don’t be afraid.’ Meng Xin tried to soothe Mo Yan. She was worried about her ever since Dr Chen had told them if Mo Yan did not go out into the outside world soon, it may be difficult for her in the long run.

At that moment, they received an invitation from a leader of the business community in their city, the Xiao family. This would be a good opportunity to get their daughter mingling with people gain. Moreover, according to the Xiao family’s influence, there would be now riff-raff to worry about risking Mo Yan’s safety. (Zuben: If only it isn’t the uber-rich riff-raff who caused the trauma in the first place inviting you for more trauma.)

‘Mom will help you get ready. You only need to be beautiful.’ Meng Xin said giving Mo Yan a peck on her head, feeling happy at the thought of her daughter’s full recovery.

39 Gong Qiye:

As evening fell, an opulent car drove down a drive up to an European style medieval castle. (Zuben: Poor builders. Rich Architect!) The castle was lit in the darkness of the night setting off the extraordinary status of the place.

As they entered, they could hear the sound of merriment; drinking, music and laughter which combined into a picture of intoxication.

Mo Yan’s enchanting figure was dressed in canary-yellow backless evening dress. (Zuben: No such thing as goose-yellow. But thank god it’s not fucking white.) Her skin was glowing, and her face lightly made up. Her shimmering eyes focused on her parents before her. Though she seemed relaxed, she clutched her dress when people glanced at her. (Zuben: There was something about gelatine skin, moth eyebrows and torchlight teeth – now you know)

‘Here we are.’ Mu Zeyuan looked down at their ballroom and saw the young Miss Mo, his green eyes flashed. He was watching proceedings from a room behind the floor to ceiling windows, three floors up. When he spied other men watching her, he wanted to dig their eyes out.

‘I’ll go down first.’ Gong Qiye leapt out of the room in eagerness. (Zuben: I thought he was ascetic – unmoved etc etc)

‘How are you, Mr and Mrs Mo? It’s a pity we can’t be relatives any longer.’ Long Yanhao greeted with a look of regret.

‘It’s alright. Our children’s feelings are most important.’ Mo Yuhao said looking at his daughter dotingly.

‘By the way, this is my son, Qingfeng. He’s the same age as your daughter.’ Since it only just occurred to him that his son liked Mo Yan, he took the change to introduce them.

‘Your son is good.’ Mo Yuhao nodded politely to Long Qingfeng. His smile was polite, but Yuhao was not keen.

‘Let’s let the young people talk.’ Yanhao said with a bark of laughter, pretending not to notice Mo Yuhao’s reluctance, trying to push Mo Yan and Qingfeng together.

‘I’m sorry,’ Yuhao said with a laugh, ‘my daughter is a little shy.’ He had glanced at Mo Yan and saw that she wasn’t keen on the situation.

At that moment, there was a stirring in the throng and the guests parted to make a path. A man dressed in a military uniform underneath a blue wool coat, stood straight. (Zuben: Central heating isn’t working in the castle) A row of hand carved silver buttons ran from the high collar down, showing off a long neck. With measured determined steps emitting an aura of oppression, he walked towards where the Mos stood. (Zuben: Since this is a medieval castle, there should be a jester shouting “Make way! Make way! For the King of Soldiers comes! His neck is as long as Plastic Man’s! Cast your gaze upon him and tremble!”)

‘Mr Mo.’ Though the tone was respectful, there was no deference; he regarded them as ordinary people. (Zuben: If he wants to shag his daughter, he has to do better than that)

‘You are?’ Yuhao asked the man before him. Because, the five of them rarely appeared in the limelight, many people didn’t know them.

‘I am Gong Qiye. I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Xiao Muchen will be late as asked me to represent him as a host for the time being, beg your pardon.’ So he was hosting on behalf of Xiao Muchen.

He glanced at Qingfeng staring at Mo Yan greedily, and his eyes turned harsh and unhappy, but he quickly recovered his indifference, and continued to chat with Mo Yuhao. Long Yanhao tried to interject but was ignored.

Gong Qiye…remember my name.

Hearing the man’s name opened a Pandora’s box in Mo Yan. The pain and trauma she didn’t want to think of rushed into her mind. Her charming face paled, and she pulled at Yuhao’s suit.

‘Excuse me. Dad, I’ll just go to the bathroom. You can continue your chat.’ Without waiting for a reply, she fled.

Seeing their daughter rush off, Meng Xin and Mo Yuhao looked at each other worriedly. But they couldn’t leave.

‘There’s no need to worry, I’m sure she’ll be fine.’ Qiye said sympathetically, as though he knew her parents’ thoughts. (Zuben: And they of course nod because guy richer than them say so)

Seeing her rush off, he was filled with satisfaction that she hadn’t forgotten him.

Seeing that lovely back exposed to the mob, he was annoyed. He wished he could take off his coat and cover her lustrous skin. He saw a familiar figure follow Mo Yan, and he relaxed his need to catch her and continued to chat with Mo Yuhao and Meng Xin. The other guests around them wanted to talk but they were all oppressed by Qiye’s cold aura.

 (Zuben: Somehow, I wonder if these kinds of books are good for the psyche, so much bowing and scraping to people with more money than you, accepting what they say as gospel. It’s like conditioning a generation to be slaves to people with money. Or am I over thinking it?)

40 Ye Hanyu:

‘Yan-yan,’ Long Qingfeng tried to follow after Mo Yan whose expression suddenly changed from smiling to terrified, but he was blocked by the security staff.

‘I’m sorry, sir. The lady needs her own space. Please do not disturb her.’ (Zuben: How does security know this?)

‘Who said? Who are you to dare stop me? Do you know who I am?’ Qingfeng took an arrogant stance before the security guards.

‘Get out of my way.’ A male voice said from behind him. He turned to see a man that didn’t even spare him a glance as he passed and the security let him through. Qingfeng had a sense then that man just saw him as an ant he could crush. He stared at the man’s back before returning to his father’s side.

When she was sure she couldn’t see Gong Qiye again, Mo Yan breathed a sigh relief. She picked up a glass of wine from a waiter and walked along one of the balconies that overlooked the grounds.

Staring out at the grounds, she realised the men weren’t just ordinary people. She couldn’t help but sigh before taking a sip of the wine in her hand. The wine was sweet and its scent filled her mouth. This delighted Mo Yan for she liked sweet things. She wanted to indulge in more of the wine. Suddenly, a sound made her jump, and the wine she had been swallowing went down the wrong way, so she began to cough. Her white face grew crimson, and she turned to where she had heard the sound.

‘This isn’t the toilet.’ A man dressed in a bespoke Italian suit that fitted his solid body said. His accessories looked high end, displaying the man’s wealth.

While she had a sense of crisis, Mo Yan showed an air of indifference, ‘It’s none of your business.’ Before turning away

‘Oh? But you weren’t so cold in bed that night. Did my baby ask me to give it to you?’ He said.

Mo Yan stilled and then began to shiver with trepidation. But her voice was firm as she replied, ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Is that so? How could you say that…?’ He said in mock-sadness with a little teasing.

“Uh…too much…don’t…ah...give me…want…"

Mo Yan turned in shock to see the man had a video playing on his mobile phone. He had taken a video while having sex with her. Her face paled but her cheeks were still red from the alcohol so they stood out against rest of her face. She rushed forward in a panic and grabbed his mobile phone, and threw it over the balustrade to the pavilion below. (Zuben: You crush it with your heel. That’s a better solution than throwing it, or keep it and run away.)

She gave the man a triumphant glance, now that he no longer had any evidence to threaten her.

She really was a proud kitten, he thought with a smile. In crisis, she would show her claws and scratch.

‘You don’t know if it would land somewhere someone could pick it up. Then, rumours will spread about it. Of course, I don’t mind.’ Ye Hanyu said with a fox-like smile (Zuben: You know what to do). His kitten’s expression fell and she frantically looked over the balustrade. She turned intending to run down to get it, but she was held fast. Hanyu bowed and drank in the fragrance on her neck. Her sweet fragrance filled his senses and a flare of lust flashed in his eyes before disappearing.

‘Let go of me.’ She said through gritted teeth as she struggled to get out of his strong grip. She was becoming increasingly nervous that someone would find the phone.

‘I think it would be better for you if you stop moving.’ He said.

She suddenly felt the heat of his cock against her butt. Though, she tightly grabbed his arm, she stopped moving.

‘Darling, if you kiss me then I might think of getting someone to fetch it. Of course, if you don’t want to, you never know who would find it.’

It seemed he had figured out her personality. He let her go, and she rushed to the balcony to lean over. Seeing her calculating, he smiled brilliantly.

Mo Yan pursed her red lips and turned pleading eyes to the man. (Zuben: At least try one more break for it) He did not budge. With a deep breath to gird herself, she walked slowly up to him, and pecked him without looking at where she was going. But the kiss ended up at his neck because of the difference in height.

‘I have kissed you, please ask someone to get it.’

‘But I felt no sincerity. I think it’s better if some random person picks it up.’ He said nonchalantly, stroking his lips and looking down at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan let out a cry of anger.

‘I’ll give you another chance, it all depends on your sincerity.’ He said in a charitable tone making Mo Yan angrier.

Her lips pouted in displeasure and her eyes reddened. She grabbed the lapels of the man’s jacket not caring whether she would wrinkle his suit or not. She stood on her tip-toe, and his breath filled her nose as she pressed her lips against his. Just as she wanted to pull away, he grabbed her and held her waist, and deepened the kiss. His long tongue invaded her mouth, her sweet fragrance was addictive. He sucked her tongue and felt that she was no longer resisting. He licked her mouth and scraped the soft meat of her mouth. The long tender kiss made her soften. (Zuben: Numpty. This would be fine if they weren’t unrepentant remorseless bastards)

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