Volume One Chapter Nineteen Yu Mo’s New Boyfriend

Lin Hua stood up, stopping their laughter.

“Don’t talk about Yu Mo like that. Even if she and Yan Ting have broken off their engagement, they’re still friends.”

The laughter only grew louder.

“Sister-in-law, Master Fu never even thought about marrying her. Yet she keeps dreaming that one day she’ll become Mrs. Fu.”

“Exactly, what a daydreamer. She should look at her own status.”

Lin Hua tried to quiet them.

“Enough, all of you. Today, Yan Ting is celebrating me securing the application for Fu Pharmaceuticals. Give Yu Mo some dignity. Since she’s here, I’m sure she sincerely wishes me well.”

Yu Mo felt a wave of disgust at Lin Hua’s act.

She looked at Lin Hua, her face tinged with pity, and spoke softly.

“Lin Hua, do you not mind that Fu Yan Ting is practically impotent?”

The words dropped like a stone.

The lively room fell abruptly silent.

Every pair of eyes turned to Fu Yan Ting.

Ignoring everyone’s reactions, Yu Mo continued.

“Seems he’s not quite there yet, but without my medicine, that day isn’t far off.”

Lin Hua’s face flushed a deep red, as if she hadn’t expected Yu Mo to expose this in front of so many people.

Shameless.

Lin Hua chose to ignore her altogether, pretending not to hear.

Fu Yan Ting exploded.

He charged up to Yu Mo.

“Yu Mo, what nonsense are you spouting? Just because I don’t love you or want to marry you, you spread these rumors about me?”

The men and women in the room hadn’t believed Yu Mo at first, but Fu Yan Ting’s reaction forced them to reconsider.

No wonder there was always a whiff of herbal medicine about him. And Yu Mo, after all, studied medicine; her family had practiced Chinese medicine for generations.

Case solved.

The gazes in the room, especially from the men, turned sympathetic as they looked at Fu Yan Ting.

Feeling the weight of their stares, Fu Yan Ting’s anger reached its peak.

He grabbed Yu Mo’s hand and dragged her toward the door.

“Get out! I don’t ever want to see you again.”

Yu Mo yanked her hand free.

“Fu Yan Ting, I was blind for six years to treasure someone like you. Even if you got down on your knees and begged me to be Mrs. Fu, I wouldn’t accept!”

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Especially Shen Zining, who couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

“Yu Mo, you’ve really pissed off Brother Fu now. There’s no way he’ll ever forgive you.”

He walked up to Yu Mo, seemingly for her own good, advising her,

“You’ve been chasing after Brother Fu for six years. And now you’re breaking up over this little thing…”

Shen Zining leaned in closer, whispering in her ear,

“I’ll talk to Brother Fu. After he marries your sister-in-law, he can keep you on the side. Isn’t it better to be his mistress than to marry some random guy?”

Smack!

Yu Mo slapped him hard across the face, her almond-shaped eyes icy cold.

Shen Zining covered his cheek, more angry than aggrieved.

“How shameless can you be, Yu Mo!”

He stormed back to the sofa, refusing to look at her again.

Fu Yan Ting lifted his chin, glaring at Yu Mo with barely concealed anger.

“You dare hit my friend? Who gave you the guts?”

How dare she embarrass him like this—hitting his friend was as good as hitting him.

“Yu Mo, get out of here!”

Just seeing her face now irritated him.

Yu Mo tilted her chin, towering over Fu Yan Ting.

“Fu Yan Ting, are you so sure that I can’t do better than you?”

The room burst into laughter.

Fu Yan Ting sneered, setting his glass on the table.

“If you ever find someone better than me, be sure to tell me first. I’ll give you my heartfelt blessing.”

His tone was mocking and dismissive.

As if just getting close to him was already Yu Mo’s highest achievement. No way anyone better would ever take interest in someone as lowly as her.

“Of course.” Yu Mo’s reply was full of confidence. She could pick a random man off the street and he’d be a hundred times better than Fu Yan Ting.

Lin Hua, sitting beside Fu Yan Ting, tugged at his sleeve.

“Yan Ting, don’t be like this. I’m sure Yu Mo didn’t mean it.”

“Didn’t mean it?” Fu Yan Ting snorted and glanced at Lin Hua.

“You’re too kind, Xiao Hua, always thinking the best of people. That’s how you get taken advantage of.”

Then he shot another glare at Yu Mo.

Yu Mo found him both laughable and baffling.

Maybe Fu Yan Ting should get his eyes checked.

Lin Hua got up and walked over to Yu Mo, trying to grab her sleeve.

Yu Mo shook off her hand with clear disgust.

The force wasn’t much, but Lin Hua stumbled and fell to the ground.

Fu Yan Ting rushed to help her up, then turned furiously on Yu Mo.

“Yu Mo, get out! Xiao Hua meant well. How could you push her on purpose? You’re just a vicious woman!”

Yu Mo nearly laughed out loud in anger.

Had anyone actually seen her push Lin Hua? It was obvious Lin Hua had taken a dive on purpose.

Fu Yan Ting soothed Lin Hua, helping her to her seat.

Then he stood up and faced Yu Mo, his gaze cold and unfeeling.

Dragging Yu Mo in front of Lin Hua, he spoke harshly.

“Yu Mo, you never explained last time’s headline, and now you embarrass me in front of my friends and treat Lin Hua like this. Are you crazy? Just because I don’t like you, you have to take it out on us?”

He’d grown used to Yu Mo chasing after him, lavishing him with attention. Now she was targeting him at every turn.

Fu Yan Ting never considered he might be the problem—he just assumed Yu Mo had lost her mind.

“If you have a problem with me, fine. But leave Lin Hua alone—she’s innocent. Apologize to Xiao Hua and I’ll forgive you.”

Yu Mo’s lips curled in a cold smile.

“Apologize? Do I look like someone who would apologize to you?”

With that, she turned to leave.

Her hand hadn’t even touched the metal doorknob when Fu Yan Ting slapped it away, blocking her path.

“Yu Mo, you’re not leaving until you apologize.”

Everyone else sat back, ready to watch the show. No one came to her aid.

Yu Mo’s phone began to ring.

She glanced at the screen—it was that pretty boy.

Now wasn’t the time, so she hung up.

She found Chu Xirui’s number, intending to call her.

Fu Yan Ting, thinking she was about to call the police, snatched the phone from her hand.

“Yu Mo, I don’t care who you call, you’re apologizing to Xiao Hua today.”

“Fu Yan Ting, give me back my phone.”

Yu Mo stepped forward to take it back.

Shen Zining got up and grabbed her, his words heavy with threat.

“Yu Mo, we’re all friends here. Are you really going to call the police and make a scene? Even if you do, so what? You think Brother Fu is afraid?”

The phone buzzed in Fu Yan Ting’s hand.

He glanced at the caller ID—a string of numbers.

Someone in the room piped up,

“The phone keeps ringing. Could it be Yu Mo’s new boyfriend?”