Chapter 2

Chen Siyao put on a look of indifference and disdain, but in reality, she was afraid that Chen Mo would refuse to sign the marriage agreement with her. Just as she saw Chen Mo about to agree, the glass door of the private room was pushed open, and she couldn't help but frown. Who was interrupting her at this crucial moment?

"Si Yao, I thought I was mistaken, but you really are here!" The first person to enter the private room spoke with great excitement, his tone full of surprise.

Chen Mo couldn't help but glance over. The man was handsome, dressed in a bright orange Armani suit, including a white shirt, shoes, and watch, all from the international brand. His hair was neither too long nor too short, well-styled, and his features were regular and very handsome. He wore a gentle smile, exuding both warmth and confidence.

Behind this handsome man stood two tall, black-clad men. From the stern and lethal aura they exuded, it was clear they were high-level bodyguards, which also highlighted the non-trivial status of the handsome man.

Chen Siyao recognized the man, and a look of surprise flashed across her face, but it quickly turned cold. "Zhao Hongjun, have you been following me?"

"Hehe, Si Yao, how could I be following you? I just returned to the mainland to handle some affairs. You know, my family's business is quite large, and we have many branches here. I heard from Stephen that you came to Jiangsong City, and I didn't expect to find your car right outside this shop. So, I came in to say hello!" Zhao Hongjun, of course, wouldn't admit to following Chen Siyao. In Nangang City, he had always pursued her, but never succeeded. As the saying goes, the grapes you can't eat are sour. The harder it is to get something, the more you want to conquer it.

"Alright, now that you've said hello, you can leave!" Chen Siyao said coldly.

Most people would be embarrassed by such a response, but Zhao Hongjun showed no sign of awkwardness. His eyes flicked to Chen Mo, who was sitting across from Chen Siyao, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. He had heard from his subordinates that Chen Siyao was on a date with a poor boy, which didn't seem like her style. Could this poorly dressed young man be from a prominent family?

"Si Yao, you didn't introduce me to your new friend. Who is this?" Zhao Hongjun asked with a smile, looking at Chen Mo.

Zhao Hongjun's appearance made Chen Mo feel a sense of danger. It was obvious that he liked Chen Siyao, and he seemed to have pursued her from Nangang City to the mainland, a persistent and thick-skinned man. However, Chen Siyao was the wife left to him by his uncle, and he wouldn't let anyone else have a say in it.

"Zhao Hongjun, we're not that close, so please call me Chen Siyao or Miss Chen!" Chen Siyao said coldly, glancing at Chen Mo with a hint of sweetness. "He is my fiancé!"

Chen Mo felt relieved. It seemed Chen Siyao didn't like this man, which made things easier. However, why did she speak about him in such a mushy way when she had just been so hostile? "Damn, I get it. She's using me as a shield. But it makes sense; after all, she's the wife my uncle left me. Even if she didn't say it, I would still protect my wife, the most sacred and inviolable thing!"

"Uh..." Zhao Hongjun's calm and smiling face suddenly froze, his eyes wide with shock. He carefully examined Chen Mo, noting his washed-out school uniform, dry hair, and age of about 20. He wasn't particularly handsome, but rather delicate-looking. However, he didn't seem like a nobleman's son. "Hehe, Si Yao, are you joking? I know you don't like me, but you can't degrade yourself by using a poor, unkempt boy as a shield!"

"Cough..." Chen Mo frowned and coughed, looking around as if searching for something. He asked Chen Siyao, "Why does it smell so bad?"

"What?" Chen Siyao was taken aback, not understanding.

"I think I just heard someone fart!" Chen Mo said seriously, fanning his nose and looking disgusted. "It's so smelly, so smelly. Didn't you smell it?"

"Hehe, this friend is quite humorous. Zhao Long, take this friend out for a chat. I have something to discuss with Si Yao!" Zhao Hongjun smiled, but a flash of anger in his eyes betrayed his irritation.

A tall, black-clad man behind Zhao Hongjun nodded and walked towards Chen Mo. "Sir, please step outside!" Zhao Long said coldly, but his large hand already reached out to grab Chen Mo's arm.

Chen Siyao's face darkened, and she wanted to scold Zhao Hongjun for his rudeness, but she held back. For some reason, she thought it might be good for Zhao Hongjun's men to give Chen Mo a small lesson. After all, he had been uncooperative earlier. Once he was taught a lesson, she could scold Zhao Hongjun, making it seem like she had saved Chen Mo at a critical moment, which would make him grateful. If she scolded Zhao Hongjun now, he might not be grateful at all.

"What are you doing? I'm telling you, don't mess around, this is China..." Chen Mo looked scared, like a frightened young lady, and moved his arm to avoid Zhao Long's hand. As he moved, his left hand formed a finger gesture and lightly tapped Zhao Long's joint.

"Aah~" Zhao Long cried out in pain, pulling back his right hand and clutching his elbow, his face contorted in agony.

Everyone present was surprised. In Zhao Hongjun's eyes, Chen Mo had instinctively dodged the danger, and although his arm had been close to Zhao Long, it didn't seem to have touched him. Why did Zhao Long cry out in pain?

Chen Siyao's eyes flashed with a strange light. She couldn't figure out what had happened, but her intuition told her that Chen Mo was behind it. Suddenly, she felt that this nephew of her adoptive father had a mysterious aura.

After Zhao Long's cry of pain, his face turned red with anger. He felt embarrassed in front of his master and thought the boy was strange, but he couldn't let his master think he was useless. Despite the pain in his arm, he lifted his leg and kicked Chen Mo in the chest.

Chen Mo smiled coldly. It seemed that today's matter couldn't be resolved peacefully. He shook his sleeve, and a silver needle fell into his hand, which he quickly held between his middle and ring fingers. Clenching his fist, he struck Zhao Long's foot with great force.

"Bang~" The sound of the collision echoed, but the fist and foot separated instantly.

"Hiss~" Zhao Long pulled back his foot, his face turning pale. He felt a tingling sensation in his foot, followed by a sharp pain. However, he didn't dare to cry out, only sucking in cold air, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Despicable!" Another bodyguard next to Zhao Hongjun, with sharp eyes, noticed the needle between Chen Mo's fingers and shouted, "You used a hidden weapon!"

Zhao Long also saw the needle and was furious, but after the two encounters, he was already afraid of Chen Mo. He bowed his head and said to Zhao Hongjun, "Boss, I'm sorry!"

Zhao Hongjun wanted to scold Zhao Long for being useless, unable to handle a single boy. However, he knew that Zhao Long was a true martial artist, capable of taking on ten men. Today, he had been caught off guard and hit by the boy's needle twice.

"Boy, you're quite capable!" Zhao Hongjun, despite his anger, didn't want to appear rude in front of Chen Siyao. He smiled coldly and said, "I hope you always stay this capable!"

"Please don't have any designs on my wife!" Chen Mo looked at Zhao Hongjun seriously and said, "Otherwise, I will get really angry. You know what they say on TV, 'When I get angry, the consequences are severe!'"

"Boss, let me teach him a lesson!" Another bodyguard next to Zhao Hongjun said in a deep voice.

Zhao Hongjun couldn't bear to lose face. If he left now, people would think he was afraid of this poor boy. Hearing the bodyguard's words and seeing Chen Siyao's indifferent attitude, he thought this might be his last chance to save face. "Zhao Hu, be careful!"

"Yes!" Zhao Hu bowed and took off his shirt, then threw it at Chen Mo like a large net, trying to restrain him.

Zhao Hu had noticed that Chen Mo had no real skills, relying only on the needle in his hand. If he could disrupt Chen Mo's vision and make him act first, he could counterattack.

Sure enough, Chen Mo extended his right hand, holding the silver needle, to block the shirt. "Now!" Zhao Hu thought, stepping forward and delivering a sweeping kick. If this hit, it would break at least two bones, especially since he was aiming for Chen Mo's head, which he thought would cause a concussion.

Chen Siyao couldn't sit still. She couldn't watch Chen Mo get seriously injured, but she couldn't stop Zhao Hongjun's bodyguard. She covered her mouth, afraid of screaming if she saw Chen Mo's injuries.

Zhao Hongjun felt relieved, smirking. "Damn, boy, you dared to compete with me for a woman. I'll show you what it means to have three eyes!"

"Bang~" A dull sound echoed, and everyone looked, eyes wide and mouths open. Chen Mo had blocked Zhao Hu's kick with his left arm.

"Power and speed, both a bit lacking!" Chen Mo grinned at the astonished Zhao Hu. "Don't worry, I won't use the needle on you!" He then grabbed Zhao Hu's pant leg with his left hand, pulled it back, and pushed forward.

Instantly, Zhao Hu flew backward like a broken kite, crashing into the glass wall of the private room. The glass shattered, and the commotion drew the attention of the entire café.

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