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After another round of exhaustive teasing, Wan Qian once again wrapped around Chen Mo like a water snake.
With a smile, she looked at him and said, "Little brother, do you want big sister to help you clean up?"
Chen Mo remained silent.
Seeing his expression, Wan Qian laughed again, "Little brother, relax, this time I'm not just teasing you. It's been a long time since I've felt this relaxed—how could I still want to play with you?"
Staring at Wan Qian's seductive gaze, Chen Mo clenched his teeth, thinking, I might as well die—if this woman plays me again, I won't believe her next time.
Chen Mo nodded once more, and this time Wan Qian did not swing that delicate, boneless palm at him.
And although that palm might look tender, a slap from it actually stings quite a bit.
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"I didn't expect young people to have such good stamina. It's a pity big sister is getting old, and I can't quite handle it anymore. If you keep this up, I'll probably die right here. Let's continue next time, I will surely come to tease you again."
Wan Qian dressed, covering her tempting body.
That body seemed to emit an irresistible allure at all times, constantly tempting one to sin.
Chen Mo was the last to get dressed.
Wan Qian withdrew her lingering gaze reluctantly.
"Little brother, I really should thank you for taking such good care of your big sister. Here's a little tip for you."
Wan Qian took out two stacks of bright red banknotes and tossed them between Chen Mo's legs, then she grabbed her bag, flipped her hair, and left without looking back.
With the two stacks of money in hand, Chen Mo clenched his fists, eyes closed, expressionless, seemingly lost in thought. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, and he let out a loud exclamation of satisfaction!
Chen Mo was just an ordinary man—Wan Meirou bullied his sister, and here he was, dealing with Wan Meirou's closest person.
The thought alone was enough to excite him, not to mention actually doing it.
Chen Mo also got dressed and went out.
Without exception, he found Fu Hailong and then stuffed a thousand yuan into his hands. Fu Hailong nonchalantly pocketed it.
Although Chen Mo didn't smoke, he always carried cigarettes with him, and he offered one to Fu Hailong. After lighting it, he said with a smile, "Brother Long, it seems to pay off being under your care."
Fu Hailong glanced at Chen Mo, laughed, and thumped him on the shoulder.
"Cut it out, kid. Don't just flatter me here. This has nothing to do with me. I know you want to be on good terms with me. I see you're quite on the ball. From now on, let me know if you need anything. I'll help if I can."
Chen Mo knew Fu Hailong's words were as good as agreeing to his request.
If you want to work in a certain factory, you have to build a good relationship with those in control first.
Although Fu Hailong was just a security captain, Chen Mo knew he had control over the place. If any of the women's husbands showed up suddenly, Fu Hailong would often be the first to know.
After returning home, Chen Mo hurriedly called Chen Yanxi over.
"Sister, didn't you always want to enroll in a dance class? You said after the training, you could work part-time there and make money. You like dancing, and it lets you earn money, too. I'll transfer the fee to you, go ahead and register for it."
"But brother, the registration fee is over ten thousand yuan. Where do we get that kind of money?" Chen Yanxi hesitated, casting doubtful glances at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo laughed freely, "I just got paid from the construction site, and it happens to be that much. We don't have any major expenses at the moment. Isn't it also an investment for you? When my sister becomes successful, couldn't she take care of her brother then?"
Chen Yanxi bit her lip softly, clearly skeptical about the veracity of Chen Mo's words.
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Chen Mo draped his arms over his little sister's shoulders, his voice full of gravity and his expression resolute as he said, "Alright, my dear sister, that settles it—I'll send you to learn dancing. My sister will definitely be the most beautiful white swan."
Chen Yanxi's eyes were red, as she nodded vigorously, her voice choked with emotion, "Brother, thank you."
Chen Mo ruffled Chen Yanxi's hair, messing it up, "Silly girl, we're family, what's there to thank between family?"
Chen Yanxi buried herself in Chen Mo's embrace.
"Right, brother, the disciplinary officer is notoriously strict, and I heard she's looking for you today. You should be careful when you go see her tomorrow," Chen Yanxi said with concern.
"I know," Chen Mo nodded.
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The next day, just as he arrived at school, Chen Mo was indeed called to the disciplinary officer's office.
The disciplinary officer at Chen Mo's school was an over-30 female powerhouse known for her swift and decisive manner.
With gold-rimmed glasses and dressed in a gray OL suit, her face wore a look of indifferent severity.
Although her expression was impassive, her figure was sexy and her face alluring, possessing a charm other women didn't have.
Despite her appearance, no student dared to entertain any notions about the disciplinary officer; just one look from her was enough to terrify them.
Even the most rebellious kids in school were scared of her, acting as meek as grandsons in her presence.
And yet, the disciplinary officer had a very touching name—Chen Qiuwan.
Chen Mo looked at Chen Qiuwan, who sat in front of the desk.
Chen Qiuwan's brows were deeply furrowed.
"Chen Mo, you've always been one of the better students in class, and I have some understanding of your background. I know you're usually diligent with your studies. What happened this time? Getting into a fight, causing trouble? People have complained to me about it. Tell me, are you looking to be suspended? If you want to be suspended, I can accommodate you!"
Chen Mo hurriedly shook his head, even feeling that Chen Qiuwan's tone was harsh.
"Teacher, I wasn't the one who started the trouble. It was Wan Meirou and her friends who picked on my sister first, and that's why all of this happened..."
The disciplinary officer waved a hand dismissively, "I don't want to hear these excuses. I only know that it takes two to clap. Don't give me such nonsense reasons. Chen Mo, I'm telling you this once—if something like this happens again, I won't be polite!"
Chen Mo felt incredibly wronged, himself having done nothing wrong.
He attempted to retort.
"But, Miss Disciplinary Officer, don't you know that this conflict happened because Wan Meirou deliberately provoked my sister first? Otherwise why would I do such a thing?"
Chen Qiuwan scoffed, "She provoked your sister first? Let me tell you, Wan Meirou's family has real power. What about you? What do you have to confront Wan Meirou's family? Do you even qualify?"
The disciplinary officer slapped the desk furiously and pointed toward the door, speaking fiercely to Chen Mo, "Chen Mo, considering that you haven't caused any major problems, I'm not going to make trouble for you. But I'll repeat—if there is a next time, don't blame me for being heartless. The school is not a playground for anyone; do you understand?"
Chen Mo felt an unbearable sense of injustice.
Looking into Chen Qiuwan's eyes, he felt the pressure.
He knew that if he dared to cross this old woman, he wouldn't get any good out of it.
"I know," Chen Mo replied reluctantly.
As he walked out of the disciplinary officer's office, he was caught by Wang Dahai, who slung an arm around his shoulder, "How was it, Chen Mo? She's not easy to deal with, huh?"