Chapter 486: The Face-Slap Came So Fast

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: The Face-Slap Came So Fast

Yang Xiaofu made no effort to conceal her appearance. She was naturally tall with an excellent bearing; even just sitting there, she was a sight to behold.

Many eyes were drawn to her.

When Mo Dawei walked in, he naturally spotted Yang Xiaofu and couldn’t help but stare for a moment.

He knew who Yang Xiaofu was—the second princess of the Yang family.

Mo Dawei was surprised to see Yang Xiaofu in a place like this.

Of course, he wouldn’t dare to be rude. After nodding to the others in greeting, he said, "I’m going to say hello to a friend!"

"Miss Yang!" Mo Dawei greeted her politely. "I didn’t expect to run into you here!"

As he spoke, he gave a slight bow—a subconscious gesture of respect.

Yang Xiaofu had just forcibly removed Wang Chenning’s glasses and tidied his hair. But Wang Chenning had his back to everyone else, so while Mo Dawei recognized Yang Xiaofu, he couldn’t see that the man sitting across from her was Wang Chenning.

"Eldest Young Master Mo, you have this much free time?" Yang Xiaofu said, looking at Mo Dawei with a wry smile. "You attend this sort of gathering?"

"Just here to show my support," Mo Dawei said, his expression deferential. "I’ll have to toast you later, Miss Yang. It’s wonderful to see you. You look especially beautiful today!"

Just then, the two-faced Liu Mei’an dragged her boyfriend, Mo Qingyang, over.

"Xiaofu, this is Qingyang’s cousin, Eldest Young Master Mo!" Liu Mei’an said in an exaggerated tone. "Look how handsome and suave Eldest Young Master Mo is! I think you two would make a perfect couple!"

She then turned immediately to Mo Dawei. "Eldest Young Master Mo, this is our classmate, Yang Xiaofu. She’s the prettiest girl in our class and our university’s campus belle."

The look in Mo Dawei’s eyes changed instantly, but Liu Mei’an didn’t notice. She clung to Mo Qingyang’s arm and continued in a cloying, sweet voice, "Xiaofu, hurry up and have a drink with Eldest Young Master Mo. It’s your good fortune that he came over to meet you!"

"Is that so?" Yang Xiaofu said, looking at Mo Dawei with an amused grin. "Mo Dawei, do you think so, too?"

"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare!" Mo Dawei couldn’t have been more embarrassed. "Miss Yang, please don’t stoop to their level."

He took a step to the side, picked up a glass of red wine, and raised it high. "My apologies for the scene," he said sheepishly. "Please, let this drink serve as my apology!"

Though Liu Mei’an was two-faced, she wasn’t stupid. She could tell something was wrong and wisely decided not to press the issue.

"But I don’t drink with people I dislike," Yang Xiaofu said with a beaming smile, her words as cutting as a knife. "So, you can drink that one by yourself."

Yang Xiaofu’s words stunned the onlookers.

Mo Qingyang had invited his cousin over to liven things up and boost his own standing, but he never expected Mo Dawei to be humiliated by a woman like Yang Xiaofu.

Mo Qingyang wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and was prone to acting on impulse. Hearing Yang Xiaofu humiliate Mo Dawei like that, he flared up. "What did you say?"

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Yang Xiaofu’s smile never wavered. "Mo Dawei is not worthy of drinking with me."

"Who the hell do you think you are, talking to my cousin like that!" Mo Qingyang exploded with rage.

"Shut up!" Mo Dawei barked.

Startled, Mo Qingyang immediately fell silent.

Just then, Wang Chenning stood up leisurely. He turned around with an unreadable smile. "Mo Dawei, if Xiaofu doesn’t want to drink with you, you shouldn’t insist. Why don’t I have a drink with you instead?"

When he got a clear look at Wang Chenning’s face, Mo Dawei’s handsome features went deathly pale. He subconsciously stumbled back two steps. "Wang... Wang Chenning!"

"It’s me," Wang Chenning said, smiling at the panicked Mo Dawei. "It’s been a long time, Mo Dawei. We must have a drink today!"

He beckoned to Yang Xiaofu. "Get me a glass of wine!"

Yang Xiaofu immediately complied, jogging over to grab a glass.

"Eldest Young Master Mo, come. Let’s toast to this unexpected reunion!" Wang Chenning said, raising his glass to Mo Dawei with a grin. "We haven’t known each other long, and we haven’t spent much time together, but you do seem to owe me something. You haven’t forgotten, have you?"

Sweat beaded on Mo Dawei’s forehead, and the glass in his hand trembled slightly. "Teacher... Wang, you speak too gravely."

Wang Chenning downed his half-glass of red wine in one go, then raised it toward Mo Dawei with a grin.

"Thank you, Teacher... Wang!" Seeing that Wang Chenning wasn’t going to make a scene, Mo Dawei let out a small sigh of relief.

Not daring to be impolite, he downed his own half-glass of red wine in a single gulp.

He drank too quickly and started to choke, cutting a very pathetic figure.

By now, the people around Mo Dawei—including the two-faced Liu Mei’an and several of Yang Xiaofu’s other classmates—had all recognized Wang Chenning.

Wang Chenning had recently been lauded by countless fans and hailed as a "national heartthrob." Was there any student who *didn’t* recognize him?

It was just that no one had expected him to have shown up earlier looking like a total country bumpkin.

"Teacher Wang, hello!" Liu Mei’an said, snapping out of her daze and hurrying to greet him. "We’ve always admired you so much! I can’t believe we’re meeting you here today!"

She gave Mo Qingyang a hard tug. "This is my boyfriend, Mo Qingyang. Qingyang, this is the Teacher Wang, Wang Chenning! Hurry up and say hello!"

Mo Qingyang, of course, knew who Wang Chenning was. He stepped forward awkwardly and extended a hand. "I’m Mo Qingyang. It’s a great pleasure to meet you today!"

But to everyone’s surprise, Yang Xiaofu pulled Wang Chenning’s hand back. Her face still wore that deceptively innocent smile. "There’s no need. It’s not like he’d remember the name even if you introduced yourselves. Isn’t that right, Miss Liu?"