Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 11

Once in the car, Mo Wang leaned back, closing her eyes wearily.

“To Qiang Wei Pharmaceuticals.”

Mo Li gritted her teeth in frustration, starting the engine and stepping on the accelerator. “At a time like this, you’re still worried about your damn company?”

Mo Wang replied weakly, “My company has medical equipment. You don’t actually plan to send me to the emergency room to wait in line for a doctor, do you?”

Seeing she still had the energy to bicker and complain, Mo Li felt slightly reassured. She chose a smooth route and sped off.

While keeping her eyes on the road, she tried to soothe her.

“Stay awake, don’t fall asleep.”

After a long pause, Mo Wang’s feeble voice came through.

“Lin Qianying wouldn’t kill me. No vital organs were injured. Please just drive faster, I’m just in a lot of pain.”

“Serves you right!”

In the dead of night, the streets were nearly empty. Mo Li pushed the car to its limit, the needle on the dashboard humming as it spun, kicking up a cloud of dust behind them.

By the time they reached the company building, Mo Wang had lost too much blood and was semi-conscious. Zuo An had already arranged for a medical team, and soon, Mo Wang was wheeled into the operating room.

As she had said, no vital organs were harmed, she just needed a blood transfusion, shrapnel removal, and stitches.

By the time it was all done, dawn was breaking.

Mo Li stared unblinkingly at the sleeping Mo Wang. Her face had been restored to its original state by the healing device, but it had lost the faint blush it once carried.

Mo Li reached out, pressing her hand against Mo Wang’s slightly cool cheek, and sighed.

“Like this, you seem even more devoid of human warmth.”

In truth, when Mo Li was younger, she’d had a foolish idea. Back when the two of them had just started clashing, she was all talk and no skill, and she suffered plenty at Mo Wang’s hands.

Sometimes, during flag-raising ceremonies, the flag would suddenly be thrown over her head, humiliating her in public. Other times, during class monitor elections, a transfer student with top grades and conduct would suddenly appear and snatch the position from her.

Back then, Mo Li would think: if Mo Wang ever fell seriously ill or got badly injured, she would stay by her side and care for her attentively. Then, Mo Wang would feel the warmth of human kindness, become grateful to her, and never trouble her again.

“Pfft.” Mo Li couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Looking at you like this, who would still think of such things?”

It wasn’t the first time she had seen Mo Wang so weak and quiet. They had lived together in the Mo family for nearly ten years, they were each other’s most detested rivals, yet also the person they saw every single day.

…

After Mo Wang grew angry and stopped paying her any mind, and under Mo Mother’s repeated evasions and delays as well as Mo Father’s strong insistence, Mo Li skipped a grade at age thirteen and directly entered the second year of middle school. Without any preparatory tutoring, armed only with the ability to recognize common Chinese characters and a bare minimum of common sense for surviving in society, she stepped into Tianli United School, a private institution for the elite.

At the time, the Mo family’s status was among the top in the entire class, so Mo Li often received special attention from the teachers. But the lessons were like a foreign language to her, and the teachers’ frequent questions only made her embarrass herself repeatedly.

Lin Qianying was in the same class as her back then. Children at that age were still quite immature, fond of forming cliques and particularly prone to excluding outsiders.

Whenever Mo Li stumbled through a wrong answer, Lin Qianying would always lead her group of friends in roaring with laughter.

As expected, Mo Li made no friends.

Mo Li knew she had made a disgraceful scene. While she accepted the teacher’s occasional help after class, she retaliated against her classmates’ taunts with sharp, unfiltered comebacks.

After her third altercation with a classmate, Mo Li received a warning from the school and a slap from her father.

“What were you thinking, provoking the Wang family’s child at a time like this?”

Her father was furious. Whether it was due to too many social engagements or exhaustion from work, his hair had thinned drastically, leaving only a sparse layer. His entire body appeared bloated, with only his hands and feet remaining slender.

He rarely lost his temper with Mo Li’s mother, but this time, he lashed out without restraint: “This is all your fault! You only gave birth to her but never raised her properly. What have you been doing all day, staying at home?”

Mo Li’s mother’s eyes reddened almost instantly, and she shot a resentful glance at Mo Li, who was kneeling on the floor.

Mo Wang, who had been watching the scene unfold, was also scolded.

“Didn’t you know which class she was in? How could you let her run wild like this? Is this how an older sister should act?”

As usual, Mo Wang feigned obedience, lowering her eyes and saying insincerely, “Xiao Li should have told me earlier.”

Knowing that her father didn’t want to hear excuses, she made a promise instead.

“Father, give me one day. I’ll resolve the issue with the Wang family and make sure those gossiping mouths stay shut.”

Her father’s expression softened slightly, though his tone remained rigid: “Don’t bother me with such trivial matters again.”

After venting his anger, her father stomped upstairs, while her mother took out a handkerchief and began wiping her tears.

Abandoning her usual doting attitude, she repeatedly lamented how Mo Li had wronged her.

“After carrying you for ten months and suffering so much during childbirth that I passed out from the pain, I never expected you to be so troublesome. Xiao Li, you’ve disappointed me so much!”

Mo Li, still reeling from the slap, felt her head throbbing and her mind in turmoil. Hearing this, she wanted to retort without holding back.

She gave birth but never raised me properly, and now she has the nerve to be disappointed?

But before she could speak, Mo Wang interrupted.

Placing a hand on Mo Li’s shoulder, she gently reassured their mother, “Don’t worry, Mother. It’s just that the children at school are too mischievous. I’ll make sure to discipline them properly.”

Her mother smiled through her tears. “Then I’ll leave it to you, Mo Wang.”

Mo Li was led by the shoulder to Mo Wang’s room, the first physical contact between the two since their argument and the first time Mo Li had ever stepped inside.

The room was smaller than Mo Li’s, decorated in shades of white and gray. Everything was meticulously arranged, yet it felt cold and lifeless, as if its occupant cared only for the bare necessities.

Mo Wang pulled out a chair for her and leaned against the window, revealing a mocking expression she never showed in front of their parents.

“Should I say you’re like a wild pig unable to appreciate fine grain? How have you still not learned to be smarter?”

Mo Li looked up, her eyes reflecting the slender figure with flowing long hair.

Tianli United School’s middle school and high school sections were connected. Mo Wang was now in high school, but during her middle school years, she had served as student council president for two consecutive terms. In the eyes of others, she was an exemplary student with both academic excellence and beauty, even crowned as the school belle.

Meanwhile, the most common remarks Mo Li heard at school were comparisons between her, the ugly duckling, and Mo Wang.

“Why can’t you be even half as good as your sister?”

“Are the two of you even from the same family?”

“Did they pick up the wrong child when they brought you back?”

…

It could be said that more than half of the hardships Mo Li endured at school were because of Mo Wang.

Watching the instigator of her troubles continue to provoke her relentlessly, Mo Li naturally had no patience left.

“Get smarter just to become someone’s obedient slave? I’m not as lowly as you.”

Mo Wang curled her lips, seemingly in a good mood: “You’re quite sharp-tongued now. If only you could answer a few more questions in English class, you wouldn’t have gotten beaten.”

She turned around, pulled out a blank sheet of paper, swiftly wrote a few lines, and handed it to Mo Li.

“I’ve realized that opposing you in this matter only brings trouble for myself.”

Mo Li took the paper and found several strings of numbers written on it.

“These are the numbers for private tutors. Contact them yourself. For the next few days, stay quietly at home. I have to clean up the mess you made at school.”

After a moment of silence, Mo Wang propped her chin with a pen, suddenly turned her face with a malicious grin, and added: “With parents like yours, I suppose you’re quite pitiable. Why don’t you guess why you were kidnapped from the Mo family back then?”