Chapter 35

Yang Mo walked out of the broadcasting hall, and Lu Xueman immediately rushed over, excited beyond measure. Before Yang Mo could react, Lu Xueman jumped onto him, her hands tightly gripping his neck. Her two soft, bouncy, and elastic large bunnies rubbed against Yang Mo's chest with excitement, and the faint scent of her body wafted into his nostrils, making him involuntarily lose his composure, and his body began to react slowly.

"You're so handsome!" Lu Xueman exclaimed excitedly, then gave Yang Mo a loud kiss on the face.

This time, Yang Mo's desire was truly aroused. He used both hands to firmly grasp Lu Xueman's large, round, and firm buttocks, and then squeezed them hard... The feeling was really incredible, combining the softness of Eastern women and the roundness of Western women, it was perfect.

Lu Xueman, feeling Yang Mo's rough handling, was as if struck by lightning, and her face quickly turned red. A mysterious current fiercely hit her heart, and then her entire body was boiling with excitement, enveloped in a lazy yet exhilarating sensation.

"If you keep teasing me like this, I'll just rape you right here," Yang Mo whispered, still managing to grope Lu Xueman's slender waist as he warned her.

Hearing this, Lu Xueman's excitement grew even stronger, and she couldn't help but sink into it. For the past twenty-three years, she had maintained a strong aversion to men, but with Yang Mo's actions, she couldn't help but let her guard down.

She took a deep breath and quickly jumped off Yang Mo, pouting, "You're so annoying."

Seeing her like this, Yang Mo found her incredibly cute. He loved the way women said one thing but meant another, saying they hated something when they actually liked it, and shouting "yamete" when they were enjoying it.

After saying "annoying," Lu Xueman was still dry-mouthed and breathing heavily. She quickly ran to the side, grabbed a bottle of water, and drank it down, feeling slightly better. However, she could clearly feel her panties were wet, as if she was on her period.

She felt even more ashamed and kept telling herself: How could this happen? How could I become so shameless? I'm not that kind of loose woman.

At this moment, Yang Mo approached her again, grinning, "Xueman, don't suppress your nature. Five thousand years ago, Yu the Great taught us a lesson: it's better to guide than to block. How about we just be together? We already have a financial relationship, so it's normal to have a romantic relationship too. It sounds great to be a couple, doesn't it?"

"Dream on," Lu Xueman rolled her eyes, but her tone was no longer as firm as before.

Yang Mo chuckled and didn't push further. In such situations, men who keep pressing for answers usually have no romantic experience and don't understand the strategy of playing hard to get. The result is usually one of two things: they remain single or become the woman's slave.

Seeing that Yang Mo didn't continue, Lu Xueman felt a bit disappointed but quickly adjusted her mood and started talking about work: "By the way, a few reporters said they want to interview you..."

"I won't do any interviews. I won't do any for the next few months," Yang Mo shook his head. "If I'm not mistaken, the whole world is guessing my background. I think it's better to remain mysterious right now."

Lu Xueman thought about it and found it reasonable. Yang Mo was already the most talked-about player in this year's draft, so he didn't need to create more exposure. People were already paying attention. She nodded and praised him, "Not bad, you have some marketing sense."

"This is called scarcity marketing."

"Alright, stop bragging. Let's go to Miami and talk to Pat Riley. Now that you're the eighth pick, your contract needs to be raised to the million-dollar level," Lu Xueman said with a somewhat 'sinister' tone.

"Enough, enough. Don't push it too far. Eight million is enough," Yang Mo quickly pulled her, feeling embarrassed. Last time, he raised it from six million to eight million, and now he was going to push it to ten million. Was he taking advantage of people?

"You're being too soft-hearted. Do you know what you're doing? Pat Riley is probably already preparing a check for you. Trust me, he'll give you ten million without hesitation," Lu Xueman said confidently.

"What's the logic behind that?" Yang Mo asked curiously.

"I checked Miami Heat's salary structure yesterday and found that they are still far from the luxury tax line. Their highest-paid player is actually Shawn Marion," Lu Xueman explained slowly. "So, for Pat Riley, two million is nothing."

"Two million is a lot of money," Yang Mo rolled his eyes, thinking to himself: Two million dollars is nearly thirteen million RMB, and some people might never earn that much in their lifetime.

"Leave it to me," Lu Xueman said without another word, leading Yang Mo out of Madison Square Garden and straight to the airport.

On Yang Mo's side, things were relatively calm, but the entire Chinese fan base was going crazy. No one expected a completely unknown player to become the eighth pick, especially one who was so short.

Soon, the resourceful Chinese people dug up Yang Mo's background. When they found out he was Yang Xinwu's son, the fans were even more excited. After all, in the hearts of the Chinese people, the idea that a hero's son is a hero still exists.

Then, many people claiming to be Yang Xinwu's teammates came forward, saying they had watched Yang Mo grow up and that he had always been talented, and they praised themselves heavily.

This made people like Houzi, who knew the truth, feel nauseous. These people had never cared for Yang Mo after Yang Xinwu's death, and some had even taken advantage of the situation. Now that Yang Mo was successful, they were appearing on TV, claiming a close relationship with him, which was truly disgusting.

As the people who knew Yang Mo best, Houzi, Pángxiè, and Haozi didn't go on TV to claim a close relationship with him. They were just excited inside and didn't even tell their friends. They knew Yang Mo's personality; he didn't like to show off and especially didn't like to have his personal feelings exploited.

Meanwhile, in a luxurious mansion in the center of Donghua City, Zhou Yiyi took out a newspaper and shoved it in front of her father, Zhou Wenhai, pointing to Yang Mo and saying, "Now can you agree to let me be with him? He's already a lottery pick."

Zhou Wenhai's face turned ashen as he threw the newspaper aside and stubbornly said, "He's still just a basketball player."

"How can you look down on basketball players? What's wrong with basketball players?" Zhou Yiyi shouted, tears streaming down her face. She had liked Yang Mo for almost twelve years, and now that they could finally be together, her parents were trying to break them up, which made her heartbroken.

"Think about it. My Jinding Group is a huge enterprise. Can I trust it to a rough basketball player?" Zhou Wenhai said earnestly.

"Ultimately, you're just worried about your money. I'll tell you, he might not even care about your money. Kobe Bryant and LeBron James earn more in a year than your entire fortune," Zhou Yiyi said angrily.

"Let's talk about it when he has more money than me."

"You... You..." Zhou Yiyi was so angry that she trembled, her father always talking about money and never considering her feelings.

"Anyway, if you go to that basketball player now, your mother and I will die in front of you. We've already prepared the poison," Zhou Wenhai said shamelessly. As a respected chairman, he was resorting to such low tactics in front of his daughter, making it hard to say whether he was pitiful or pathetic.

"You... I hate you." Zhou Yiyi cried and ran back to her room, slamming the door shut.

After Zhou Yiyi left in anger, Zhou Wenhai's expression instantly turned painful. He clutched his chest and coughed hard, and when he wiped his handkerchief, it was full of blood.

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[Five updates today, second update delivered. Please give recommendations and collections. PS: Thank you to "Huamojian," "Gufeng#Aoshi√," and "mm123" for your support and votes.]

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