C10 So Cool and so Domineering!

He actually offered to pay her room fee. Mo Wanxi doubted her own ears.

She looked up at him, and their eyes met. His twinkled like stars, and his smile made him look exceptionally handsome.

With him gazing at her, Mo Wanxi's cheeks flushed even more. She had despised this man to no end, but his unexpected assistance now sparked a hint of goodwill in her.

Out of nowhere, Mo Wanxi blurted out, "It's not a small sum, it's over a hundred thousand..."

"I know!" The man grabbed a pen and flamboyantly signed the bill the cashier presented.

For some reason, Mo Wanxi thought his signature was incredibly cool and commanding, not at all indicative of his line of work.

Ho Yucheng finished signing, set down the pen, and strode off. A few steps later, noticing she hadn't followed, he turned back to see Mo Wanxi standing there, looking lost, and chuckled, "Why aren't you coming?"

Mo Wanxi nodded rapidly and caught up with him, puzzled by the situation. Why was she following him?

There was no reason for it.

As they exited the Huafeng Hotel, she hesitated before calling out, "That... I'll pay you back, your money."

"Sure!" Ho Yucheng uttered crisply, pulling out his phone. "Let's exchange WeChat contacts."

They added each other on WeChat, likely for the convenience of transferring funds. Mo Wanxi didn't dwell on it.

Her WeChat profile picture showed her in a red dress and veil, smiling over her shoulder amidst the endless desert—a snapshot from her recent trip to Dunhuang, radiant like a fairy in the mortal realm. Ho Yucheng squinted playfully. "Need a lift?"

Mo Wanxi intended to decline, but realizing she was broke, she accepted his offer once more.

She accompanied Ho Yucheng to where the car was parked. Catching sight of the Maybach he was driving, Mo Wanxi couldn't hide her surprise. Could he really be that wealthy?

Without realizing it, she blurted out her thoughts. "You must be quite wealthy."

"It's a friend's car," Ho Yucheng clarified.

A friend's car? She wondered if he meant those wealthy women he catered to.

His looks were truly one in a million, with a top-notch physique, striking features, and an impressive demeanor. Surely, a string of affluent women must be falling over themselves to lavish him with money, right?

The thought of him entangled with countless older women made Mo Wanxi feel an odd discomfort.

Oblivious to her inner turmoil, Ho Yucheng started the car and inquired, "Where to?"

"Zhongnan Building, please." Mo Zhendong had cancelled her card, and Mo Wanxi needed to confront him about it at the company.

Ho Yucheng hummed in acknowledgment and activated the GPS, which struck Mo Wanxi as odd. Did he really need directions to Zhongnan?

The building was a mere three kilometers from the Huafeng Hotel, amidst a hub of commerce and leisure. His reliance on GPS seemed peculiar. Wasn't he a local of Binhai? Despite her curiosity, she chose not to question him—they were hardly acquaintances, after all.

Had it not been for Meng Weiwei's machinations the night before last, she and Ho Yucheng would have remained strangers.

The thought of Meng Weiwei using him to manipulate her left Mo Wanxi feeling choked up. Was he in cahoots with Meng Weiwei, or was he simply a pawn, unaware of the larger scheme?

Perhaps she should ask him.

After a moment's hesitation, Mo Wanxi ventured, "About that night... you and Meng Weiwei... how much did she pay you?"

"Meng Weiwei? Who's that?" Ho Yucheng countered.

"She's... well, she's the woman from that night—the one who paid for... you know."

Ho Yucheng turned to face Mo Wanxi, his expression turning frosty. "What woman who paid? What exactly are you thinking?"