nashuaworldcup Chapter 204 You're talking nonsense!
Chapter 204 You're talking nonsense!
"You discovered it three days ago." Qin Reng's voice pierced the air like an icicle. "The person who attacked me in the hospital was you."
Mo Qingcheng's leather shoes crunched over the shards of glass on the ground: "Young Master Qin finally noticed?" He pulled a folded newspaper from his pocket. "The divorce agreement that Miss Yu signed at the bar last night is already on the front page of the entertainment section this morning."
The neon lights crackled overhead as Yu Yuetong's back slammed against the cold liquor cabinet. Mo Qingcheng's suit jacket brushed against her trembling knees, his fingertips still clutching the crumpled newspaper. The ink on the entertainment headline smudged in the dim light—"Qin Family's Young Mistress Yu Yuetong Submits Divorce Agreement; Marriage to Wealthy Family Lasts Only Forty-Seven Days."
"Young Master Qin, why aren't you letting go?" Mo Qingcheng's silver lapel pin pressed against her collarbone. "Miss Yu personally pressed her signature on this agreement."
Qin Reng's pupils contracted sharply, sparks flying from the broken champagne stick in his palm. He suddenly slammed Mo Qingcheng onto the bar, the glass bottle shattering with a crash: "What do you mean!"
"Does Young Master Qin really think I'm here to fight?" Mo Qingcheng's leather shoes rolled over the mess on the ground. "I just want to remind Young Master Qin that your wife isn't as innocent as you think." He pulled a USB drive from his suit pocket. "The surveillance footage she bought from me last night, Young Master Qin, would you like to see it?"
Yu Yuetong's nails dug into her palms. She suddenly remembered that when she woke up in the hospital three days ago, the unopened bottle of sleeping pills on her bedside table was gone. At this moment, Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a cold smile; the ink on the divorce agreement was still wet, resembling some kind of dark humor.
Qin Reng's fingers trembled slightly, yet he gripped the champagne stick tightly. His gaze shifted between Mo Qingcheng and Yu Yuetong, his chill seeping into the entire room: "Recording?" Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Mo Qingcheng wasn't in a hurry to explain. His slender fingers casually twirled the USB drive, then he narrowed his eyes, a cryptic smile playing on his lips: "Is Young Master Qin still anxious? This video recording isn't anything serious. I'm just afraid that if you see it, you'll look at your precious wife in a completely different light."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Qin Reng's voice was deep and cold, like a frosty sword, ready to cleave through any obstacle in his path. He took a sudden step closer, almost pinning Mo Qingcheng against the bar counter, and swung his stick at her!
Mo Qingcheng instinctively stepped back, but Qin Reng had already moved in time. The champagne stick, dripping with blood and fury, was swung towards Mo Qingcheng's shoulder, but he deftly dodged it with a half-side twist. Mo Qingcheng slightly shifted his feet, then pushed Qin Reng away, leading him to the wine cabinet.
At this moment, Yu Yuetong had slowly retreated from the corner. Behind her, the wine rack was filled with a dazzling array of red wine bottles, the reflections of the shattered glass under the light making her dizzy. In an instant, images flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern—the USB drive in Mo Qingcheng's hand, the ink marks on the divorce agreement, the unopened bottle of sleeping pills by the hospital bedside, and Qin Reng's out-of-control expression in front of her.
"Get over here now!" Qin Reng turned his head and shouted coldly, only to find that Yu Yuetong was not moving at all, and even her eyes looked a little blank.
Seeing this, Mo Qingcheng suddenly chuckled softly: "Young Master Qin, I advise you not to be too hasty. Your wife probably still has some things she hasn't explained to you, right?"
Yu Yuetong's legs were already starting to feel weak. She knew perfectly well that the man's words were all traps, but the anger she had been suppressing surged to her neck. She suddenly took a breath, her steps slightly unsteady as she moved to the other side of the bar, using the wine rack as a barrier between them. Then, she forced a smile: "Mr. Mo, with all your efforts to sow discord today, have you forgotten your place?"
Mo Qingcheng's smile deepened. He lazily sized her up, as if admiring a kitten struggling in vain. He curled his lips into a smile, stroked the USB drive in his hand, and said leisurely, "Identity? Miss Yu, you should still remember that this video only proves the facts."
"What facts?" Qin Reng could no longer contain himself. He swung his stick at Mo Qingcheng, but at the last moment, the other party easily grabbed his wrist.
Mo Qingcheng said in a low voice with a mocking expression, "Young Master Qin, don't get so agitated. Your wife bought this video from me. She wants the truth about what happened after the car accident... Oh, right," he paused, the corner of his mouth becoming even colder, "I've deleted those videos that could have proven Miss Yu's innocence."
"Say it again?" Qin Reng's pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost broke the champagne stick between his fingers.
Mo Qingcheng shrugged and held up the USB drive: "Aren't you very concerned about her? Young Master Qin, why don't you take a look for yourself? In this video, how proactive she is, how..." He chuckled softly, emphasizing the last word, "deceive."
Yu Yuetong was now completely drained of color, her breathing suddenly becoming rapid, her fingers gripping the edge of the bar tightly. Every word Mo Qingcheng spoke was like moldy poison, corroding layer by layer the unease that was gradually emerging in her heart.
"You're talking nonsense!" Qin Reng grabbed Mo Qingcheng's collar and growled, "Yu Yuetong isn't that kind of person! She wouldn't lie to me!"
"Is that so?" Mo Qingcheng's smile deepened. He didn't even try to break free, but simply moved closer and whispered in Qin Reng's ear, "Then do you know what bargaining chips she used to exchange with me the night she signed the agreement at the bar?"
Yu Yuetong froze on the spot. Mo Qingcheng's words were like ice water splashed on her face, going from cold to hot, directly drenching her to the bone. For the first time, she couldn't clearly see Qin Reng's expression at this moment. The man's face became blurred under the light, leaving only his eyes, bloodshot with anger.
One second, two seconds—all emotions suddenly froze in Yu Yuetong's silence.
"Qin Reng." She forced her voice to stay upright, and slowly spoke while holding onto the bar, "Don't listen to his nonsense, he's lying."
Qin Reng didn't turn around to look at her; his gaze was completely fixed on Mo Qingcheng's face, and his tone was as cold as a feather falling to the ground: "Then prove it to me."
The smell of alcohol in the air became even more pungent. Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into that familiar, contemptuous yet infuriating smile as he casually tossed the USB drive aside.
Unexpectedly, a casual wave of her hand, which had been close to Yu Yuetong, caused the small silver object to fall into the shards of glass scattered on the ground—the sound of shattering was eerie and piercing, like some kind of destiny finally annihilated after falling from a great height…
The air seemed to grow even thicker, and Yu Yuetong's heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
She knew that the USB drive might be the only evidence to clear her name, but she felt powerless because of Mo Qingcheng's deliberate provocation and Qin Reng's suspicion.
Qin Reng's expression grew increasingly cold, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, inspiring awe in those who looked upon him.