章 3: Chapter 3: Xiao Jie is Our Goddess_1
In another room at the Ruihua Hotel.
"Boss, could there be any problem with this?" The woman worriedly asked.
She was the manager of this five-star hotel, and the middle-aged man named Song Shifeng was the owner of the hotel, her lover.
"How could there be a problem? Who could escape from a man targeted by young master Li?" Song Shifeng scoffed dismissively.
Last night, young master Li had found him and asked him to reserve a room. Today, when the journalists arrive, he would allow them to photograph inside the room, while Song Shifeng would call the police and have the first-year student named Mo Huasong arrested.
Seeing the faces of Mu Fanxuan and Xiao Jie, and considering that Mo Huasong had been drugged, it was as if killing two birds with one stone made him envy to death.
Mo Huasong, even if you're played to death by young master Li, it would be worth it.
What a brutal move by young master Li. The Li family has always been at odds with the Ma family. The future daughter-in-law of the Ma family had been slept with by another man, what a disgrace.
But he didn't understand why young master Li had to involve the megastar Xiao Jie as well.
"Boss, for some reason, I always feel uneasy. I'm afraid something will happen to you," said the anxious female manager.
She had been slept with by the boss, and for her whole life, she just wanted to cling to his coattails for a comfortable life. If something happened to him, wouldn't she have been slept with for nothing?
"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. Even if something did happen, it would be on your belly!" Song Shifeng let out a lewd laugh.
Several journalists rushed into the elevator, all seeming frenzied. "I really didn't expect such big news, a rich young master drugged two women, including a female CEO and a female megastar."
"Yes, our chief editor said that the headline of tonight's newspaper is reserved for me." Another journalist shouted excitedly.
"Our editor-in-chief told me to get a close-up shot."
Suddenly, there was a flash of white light, the elevator shook a little, and just when the journalists were surprised, the elevator returned to normal operation and stopped on the eleventh floor they were heading to.
"Follow me quickly, I know which room it is." The female reporter in the front, as if possessed, rushed forward with her cellphone in hand.
The rest of the journalists had only heard about this big news, and all the leads were provided by that female reporter, so they had to follow her.
They watched the female reporter run ahead and when she arrived at a room, she pushed open the door forcefully.
When the journalists rushed in.
"Hahaha, just as I expected! This angle is good, definitely front-page material." The journalists didn't want to miss such a good story and desperately brought out their cameras or camcorders.
The excited journalists saw the scene in front of them and forgot the original plot involving one man and two women, as only one woman was present now.
Song Shifeng was having a good time. He never expected that the locked door would be opened and a bunch of journalists would rush in.
By the time he realized something was wrong, all their cameras had captured the scene.
"What do you want to do?" As Song Shifeng was surprised, a white light that couldn't be seen by others emerged from the female journalist, and then a lovely young girl appeared in front of Song Shifeng.
The girl gently raised her hand, a sword light shot from her palm and pierced Song Shifeng's skull.
Song Shifeng's body stiffened and he died on the bare belly of the female manager.
"Ah, it's murder?" The journalists did not expect to see such a scene as soon as they rushed in, and they were scared out of their wits.
The female journalist who had been leading the way also snapped awake. When she saw this scene, she cried out in astonishment: "What, what happened? How are we in this room?"
But since there was a dead body here, no one dared to roam around. The urgent business was to call the police.
When Mu Fanxuan was anxiously pacing around the room, Sword Spirit returned.
"Dear handsome master, I've taken care of everything," Sword Spirit proudly reported all of his actions to kill Song Shifeng.
"You didn't even ask what the name of that young master Li was before you killed him?" Mo Huasong stared at Sword Spirit angrily. He didn't recall having a grudge against any man surnamed Li.
"You, you told me to handle it, didn't ask me to interrogate, so I just made my move." Addressed by Mo Huasong's anger, Sword Spirit retorted in a timid little voice.
"Luckily, we still have the lead about Yu Dazhi." Mo Huasong stood up and while recalling Sword Spirit, he walked towards Mu Fanxuan.
Noticing so much time had passed and Mo Huasong hadn't safely taken them away from here, Mu Fanxuan angrily complained, "You stinky man, didn't you say you were capable enough to get us out of here?"
Just now, Mu Fanxuan had already made a phone call to her subordinates, stating that many people had arrived outside the hotel. Not only the Ma family, but also many police had arrived. They had sealed off the area outside the hotel, preventing anyone from entering or leaving.
Unless they could fly, there was no way they could leave.
It was over, she was done for. Once the Ma family learned that she had slept with this disgusting man, they would definitely cancel their engagement. Then the Mu Group would be subject to the terrifying wrath of the Ma family.
The Ma family was one of the five major families in Zhanhai City. Their power and influence were overwhelming and not something the Mu Group could withstand.
"Yes, I intend to take you both away now." Mo Huasong said, holding onto these two sensual beauties on either side.
"Let me go!" Mu Fanxuan and Xiao Jie chorused in protest.
At this point, they both loathed this arrogant man who was so full of himself that it was indescribable. They abhorred the idea of him taking advantage of them at this opportunity and would rather die than comply.
Just as they finished speaking, Mo Huasong quietly chanted a teleportation spell.
In an instant, they vanished from the room, including the bedsheet stained with deep red blood on the big bed.
An hour later, Mo Huasong walked into a classroom of Language and Literature major Class 1-2 in Zhanhai University. A medium-built male student quickly walked towards him. "Huasong, where were you last night? You weren't answering my calls. I asked Yu Dazhi, and he said that after dinner, he left on his own and doesn't know where you went."
Mo Huasong glanced at Su Weidong standing in front of him, a warmth surging in his heart.
Mo Huasong was the abandoned son of the Mo family of the Capital City. After being kicked out, he experienced the cold-heartedness of the world.
However, the financially average Su Weidong took care of him and helped him in every possible way.
"Weidong, thank you, I'm okay." Mo Huasong patted Su Weidong's shoulder, smiling.
"Look at you, we're good brothers, there is no need to say thanks." Su Weidong laughed along.
Mo Huasong didn't return to the dorm last night and was nowhere to be found today, leaving him to worry that something might have happened.
Now that Mo Huasong was back, it relieved him of his worries.
"Good brothers, for life." Mo Huasong nodded solemnly at Su Weidong, making a promise.
In his past life, due to his close relationship with Su Weidong, Su Weidong was also retaliated against by the Ma family. Unable to find a job in Zhanshai City, he had no choice but to work in a faraway place, living a life of obscurity.
Good brother, I will make sure you prosper in this life. Mo Huasong made a silent pledge in his heart.
Mo Huasong glanced at the classroom and asked curiously, "Didn't Yu Dazhi come today?"
"He did come to class, but he left awhile ago to answer a call." Su Weidong answered without a second thought.
Mo Huasong saw a flyer with Xiao Jie's headshot in Su Weidong's hand and asked, "What's this?"
"Huasong, the great star Xiao Jie, who hails from Zhanhai, is heading home to hold a concert. Most of our classmates love her songs, so we're discussing how to go and queue for tickets." Su Weidong excitedly explained.
"Su Weidong, let's not kid ourselves. I heard that people have been queuing at the ticket office three days in advance, bringing their beddings to sleep there. We have classes, where do we find the time to queue for such a long time?" Class monitor Chen Zhijuan, shook her head, walking over to discourage Su Weidong who was clearly dreaming.
Chen Zhijuan was quite pretty, standing tall at one meter seventy. Such a tall stature combined with a lovely face made her the class beauty and the target of male students' pursuits.
Su Weidong sighed, "If I could just get a glimpse of Xiao Jie from afar, my life would be complete."
Mo Huasong was quietly puzzled. Brother, if I told you I've slept with Xiao Jie, would you believe me?
"Wow, Su Weidong, Xiao Jie is the dream girl of all our male students. Don't you dare dream about her." A tall male student stood up, waving his fist and warning Su Weidong.
Mo Huasong patted Su Weidong's shoulder, "Weidong, I'll treat you to dinner tonight. Also, I'll get an autograph from Xiao Jie for you later."
"This time, I'm treating you. Let's go to the small cafeteria inside the campus." Su Weidong knew full well that Mo Huasong didn't have much money on him. However, Huasong was a very prideful person and Su Weidong didn't want to hurt his dignity.
As for acquiring Xiao Jie's autograph, how could that possibly happen? Su Weidong assumed that Mo Huasong was just trying to save face in front of their classmates.
Other male students in the class immediately protested, "Mo Huasong, if you can get Xiao Jie's autograph, we'll treat you to meals for a month."
Mo Huasong didn't say anything more and turned to walk out of the classroom.
He went to a small garden outside and saw Yu Dazhi leaning against a landscape tree, whispering into his phone.
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