Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion

The man saw her looking at him and curled his lips up into a beam for her.

“…”

“What are you looking at?” Mo Jiangye asked gently.

“Look over there.” She pointed a finger to a spot not too far away, but when she turned her head around again, the man was gone.

“What is it?” The man beside her looked in the direction that she had pointed, but other than the mingling guests, he could not see anything out of the ordinary.

The woman stared hard, trying to search for that man again with her beautiful, big, round eyes. Alas, he had simply vanished into thin air. What a ghost of a man!

“What did you see?”

“Nothing much,” she answered with zipped lips.

When it was time for the banquet to come to an end, Old Master Lin stood at the center of the hall to give his thank-you speech.

Ye Erruo stood under the sparkling, bright chandelier, while Mo Jiangye went to the buffet to look for the sushi she craved.

Plod! A small crystal ornament fell into the wine glass that she was holding in her hand without a warning.

Puzzled, she looked up and saw the opulent chandelier above her head swaying unsteadily.

Plod! All of a sudden, debris started to drop from above.

The gigantic chandelier was directly above her.

“Ahh!” Someone in the crowd screamed, and everyone tried to dash to a safe place instantly.

As the large chandelier crashed straight down to the floor, Ye Erruo hastily moved aside. Gu Feirou, who was standing closest to her, took this chance to try to prevent her from escaping.

A glint flashed across the woman’s eyes. She caught hold of her wrist and refused to let go as the evil Gu Feirou kept pushing her back into the danger zone.

“Go to hell, Ye Erruo!” Gu Feirou tried to struggle free from the other woman’s hold but, alas, Ye Erruo had no intention of letting go. She would not allow herself to die at the whim of her arch-enemy!

In desperation, she lifted her high heel and sent a fierce kick at Gu Feirou’s shin. The woman slumped to the floor on her knees instantly.

“Ah!”

PLOD! The chandelier caused a great commotion as it dropped to the floor.

The crystal fixture broke and splattered bits and pieces across the room. Every crystal part shot through the air with lethal power.

Mo Jiangye looked over his shoulder. His face turned ashen as he caught his breath.

“Ruoruo!”

“Xiao Rou!”

“Princess!”

The whole place was in chaos. Smashed wine glasses, crystal shards, and broken concrete slabs were all over the place.

Ye Erruo had dived under the rows of flower stands next to her the moment the lighting fixture had hit the ground. The semicircular flower stand fell and landed nicely on her, while the bushy floral arrangements managed to shield her from the flying debris.

“Ahh!” With her hands covering her eyes, Gu Feirou lay weakly on the floor and cried in agony. Fresh red blood could be seen trickling down her palms. Many parts of her exposed skin were scratched or cut.

“Princess!” Her bodyguard looked startled and afraid.

Lin Jingxuan quickly removed his coat and covered her. A puddle of blood was left on the floor when he dashed out with her in his arms.

“Old Master, are you alright?”

“What happened?”

“How could a chandelier fall from the ceiling?”

The guests were horrified. Soon, the doors to the hall were opened and batches of servants and guards streamed in.

“Ruoruo!” Visibly shaken, Mo Jiangye searched for signs of his woman amidst the confusion.

Lying below the flower stands, Ye Erruo was trying to free the flowers and branches entangled in her hair with great difficulty.

“I’m here.”

The man leaped to the flower stands, his heartbeat stabilizing only after he confirmed her safety. He collapsed on his knees in relief and pulled her into his arms.

“Ahh… My hair…” Her eyes teared with pain.

“Slow down, Young Master.”

A man was seen running frantically in her direction not far away. Once he saw that she was safe and sound, he retreated into the crowd again…