C2 Breaking up the Affair!

Mo Wanxi had spent a good while crying in her room before she finally dried her tears and, with a weary body, made her way to the bathroom.

The reflection that greeted her in the bathroom mirror was her own graceful figure, now marred by red marks scattered across her neck and body.

Feeling utterly filthy and repulsed by herself, Mo Wanxi turned on the shower and scrubbed relentlessly.

But no matter how much she washed, the reality of what had happened couldn't be erased.

Mo Wanxi seethed with hatred.

It was Meng Weiwei who had set her up last night, and she was determined to confront Meng Weiwei for an explanation.

Leaving the hotel, Mo Wanxi hailed a cab to Meng Weiwei's house, intent on settling the score. The door was answered by Meng Weiwei's mother, Meng Lijuan, who appeared disheveled in her pajamas, her hair a mess. She looked at Mo Wanxi with surprise.

"Wanxi, are you here for Weiwei? She's not home at the moment."

Mo Wanxi wasn't buying Meng Lijuan's claim for a second. She shoved past her and stormed into Meng Weiwei's home.

Meng Lijuan, clearly panicked at Mo Wanxi's intrusion, tried to intervene. "Wanxi, Weiwei really isn't here! Please, come back another time!"

Her words said one thing, but her eyes darted guiltily toward the bedroom door.

Catching the direction of Meng Lijuan's glance, Mo Wanxi assumed Meng Weiwei was surely hiding in the bedroom.

She marched over and thrust the bedroom door open, only to be met with a peculiar odor wafting out.

Mo Wanxi clapped a hand over her mouth in shock as her eyes met those of the man sitting up in bed. "Dad?" she uttered in disbelief.

The man before her, sitting up naked, was none other than her father, Mo Zhendong. What on earth was he doing at Meng Lijuan's house?

Thinking she must be mistaken, Mo Wanxi rubbed her eyes and looked again. No mistake – it was indeed her father, Mo Zhendong, on the bed.

Her mind reeled in confusion, words failing her. "Dad... you... why are you here?"

Caught in the act, Mo Zhendong's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He bellowed, "Get out!"

Mo Wanxi stumbled backward, her mind reeling. Mo Zhendong, without a stitch of clothing, in Meng Lijuan's bed?

Could it be that Mo Zhendong and Meng Lijuan were having an affair?

Mo Wanxi's thoughts were scrambled. How could Meng Lijuan be involved with Mo Zhendong?

As confusion clouded her mind, a glint of coldness flashed in Meng Lijuan's eyes, who stood nearby.

Her plan had been to find a gigolo at the nightclub last night to seduce Mo Wanxi. Then she'd leak Mo Wanxi's nude photos and ruin her reputation.

But luck was on Mo Wanxi's side, the slut. Someone had unexpectedly knocked out the gigolo.

Unable to scandalize Mo Wanxi, Meng Lijuan decided to let her play the lead in this drama, revealing the sordid details of her and Mo Zhendong to Mo Wanxi.

Judging by Mo Wanxi's reaction, she was livid, which was exactly what Meng Lijuan wanted.

This way, she and her daughter could take their rightful place in the Mo family.

Meng Lijuan's heart was cold, though her face was the picture of distress.

"Wanxi, you've got it all wrong. There's nothing between your father and me. We..."

"How can you say there's nothing when my father is in your bed?" Mo Wanxi shot back, her eyes blazing with anger.

It had to be this brazen woman who lured her father.

Neither mother nor daughter had any morals. The mother seduced her father, and the daughter coveted her fiancé.

Mo Wanxi was furious, "Like mother, like daughter – both utterly shameless! You're a disgraceful homewrecker, and your daughter, following in your footsteps, is just as vile. Your whole family is despicable!"

"Mo Wanxi, what's gotten into you? Why are you attacking my mother?" Meng Weiwei, who had been out of sight, suddenly emerged.