Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 22

Secretary Su’s documents arrived one after another, and only then did Mo Li realize the intricate and unbreakable connections between the Luo and Mo families, as delicate as spider silk yet as sturdy as a fishing net.

Luo Licheng had laid a solid foundation within the Mo family.

Rubbing her tired eyes, Mo Li finished reading the last document.

It was already late at night. The office building was pitch-dark and empty, with all public transport halted. Looking down from above, even the streets were deserted.

Mo Li took the elevator downstairs and was about to book a ride when a flicker of headlights momentarily blinded her.

She turned to look and saw a familiar black Santana arrogantly occupying two parking spots.

Mo Wang rolled down the window and tilted her head toward the car, signaling, “Get in.”

Mo Li opened the door and settled into the passenger seat. “Why aren’t you resting at home? You’ve only just recovered.”

Mo Wang handed her a lunchbox. “The Luo family is about to be in turmoil, and I have work to do too. Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do.”

She started the engine, and the car slowly pulled away.

Warmed by the gesture, Mo Li opened the lunchbox to find a black pepper chicken and shrimp salad.

She chuckled softly, spearing a piece with her fork. Truth be told, for a salad, Mo Wang’s cooking was quite good.

“Why only make salads, hmm?” she asked curiously, her voice soft.

Mo Wang replied matter-of-factly, “Because salads are light, easy to make, good for health, help with detox and maintaining a nice figure. Mainly…”

She paused. “I don’t know how to make anything else.”

Mo Li burst out laughing.

Mo Wang glanced at her, a hint of a smile flickering in her eyes.

“How was your day?” she asked, her tone so gentle it felt like dripping water. Mo Li just wanted to fall asleep to the sound of her voice and the gentle rocking of the car.

“Not great,” Mo Li replied, forcing herself to stay alert as she recounted the day’s events to Mo Wang.

On the empty streets, Mo Wang drove swiftly. As neon lights flashed by, she suddenly swerved into a pitch-dark alley. Mo Li fell silent and glanced back, two glaring headlights were closing in, so bright it was hard to keep her eyes open.

Realizing they had been spotted, the unlicensed black car abruptly turned around and sped off as if fleeing for its life.

Mo Wang gripped the steering wheel calmly but accelerated to full speed, navigating the narrow alley with jolting movements. One side mirror shattered against the wall.

Instead of heading to Mo Li’s home, she drove to a brightly lit, upscale residential complex.

She flashed an ID card to the security guard, and the electronic gate slowly opened.

After parking in an outdoor spot, squeezed among rows of other cars, Mo Wang rested her hands on the steering wheel and thought quietly for a moment before speaking. “Be careful these next couple of days.”

Mo Li was taken aback. “That car earlier wasn’t after you?”

Mo Wang reached over and unbuckled Mo Li’s seatbelt. “No. Aside from a few from the Lin family, anyone who dared to come after me is already dead.”

She unbuckled her own seatbelt and prepared to get out.

Mo Li stopped her, stepping out first to scan the surroundings. The upscale neighborhood was quiet, with no one in sight.

Mo Wang also got out and locked the car. “Don’t worry, this is the Lin family’s guest residence. Security is tight.”

Mo Li followed her toward a three-story villa, its lights still on inside.

At the doorway, Mo Li sighed with emotion, “You really are a wily hare with three burrows. Even the Lin family’s doorstep is one of your spots.”

But Mo Wang raised her hand and knocked three times on the door, saying, “No, it’s more like a cuckoo occupying a magpie’s nest.”

Soon, the sound of shuffling slippers approached, paused briefly at the door likely to check the peephole and then the door swung open.

Bai Wu stood there in her pajamas, silent, stepping aside to let them in first.

Only after the entrance door was fully closed did she greet them, a warm smile on her face. “Xiao Li, long time no see. Do you still remember me? I held you when you were little.”

Mo Wang opened the shoe cabinet as if it were her own home, pulled out a pair of slippers, and handed them to Mo Li.

Mo Li could tell Bai Wu was teasing and smiled back. “School Doctor Bai, I do remember you. You haven’t changed a bit.”

Mo Wang cut short their pleasantries, her expression serious. “Until I can ensure your safety, Mo Li will be staying here temporarily. Bai Wu, is that alright?”

Bai Wu nodded. “When have I ever refused you?”

Mo Wang nodded in return and tossed an old-fashioned phone to Mo Li, instructing, “Drive Bai Wu’s car these next few days. You can go to the company, but report your itinerary via text message to the number saved in this phone.”

As she turned to leave, Mo Li instinctively grabbed her sleeve.

“What about you?”

“I’m going to get the Santana fixed and make it look like it’s still in use. If there’s a tracking device on it, this will help fake your movements.”

Calmly, Mo Wang brushed her hand away. “Don’t worry. No one can lay a finger on me, and they won’t lay a finger on you either.”

She pressed the door handle and swiftly closed the door behind her.

Mo Li listened as her hurried footsteps descended the stairs and the outer door shut before turning around with a worried expression.

She met Bai Wu’s intrigued gaze head-on.

“Mo Wang is really angry,” Bai Wu remarked briskly, pulling out a tea set and brewing a pot of hot tea. “Tell me, how far have you two gotten?”

Mo Li had just accepted a cup of tea when, upon hearing this, her hand trembled, nearly spilling the tea. She hastily brought the cup to her lips, feigning nonchalance. “What do you mean, ‘how far’? We’ve been discussing a collaboration recently, just business dealings.”

Embarrassed, she took a sip of tea and burned her tongue.

Bai Wu wore an expression that said, “Don’t try to fool me; I’m not stupid.” She lowered her gaze. “I may not know your thoughts, but having been by Mo Wang’s side for so long, I’ve never seen her care about anyone else this much.”

She looked at Mo Li, who was blowing on her tongue, and smiled playfully. “It seems you’re not entirely indifferent to Mo Wang either, am I right?”

Mo Li gave a wry smile. “You really haven’t changed at all.”

Seeing that Mo Li didn’t deny it, Bai Wu laughed even more cheerfully. “Gossip is an Omega’s nature, and intuition is an Omega’s weapon, after all.”

Mo Li pressed further, “You said Mo Wang cares about me a lot?”

To be honest, their relationship had only warmed up after what happened half a month ago. At first, Mo Wang had been hot and cold toward her, hardly seeming like she cared.

Bai Wu rested her chin on her hand, her willow-leaf brows slightly furrowed in annoyance. “Actually, I don’t know what she’s planning either. I can only give you a rough idea.”

“Mo Wang is about to make some big moves. She went to great lengths to have you owe my niece a favor, all to ensure the Lin family protects your life no matter what.”

Mo Li was puzzled. “My life?”

Bai Wu sighed, “Indeed, conflicts in this circle inevitably affect family members. Don’t assume the Mo family’s strength makes you immune to caution, people are, after all, made of flesh. If you’re weak, they’ll bully you; if you’re strong, they’ll resort to schemes.”

“At least Mo Wang won’t harm you,” Bai Wu concluded with a sigh, then added something cryptic: “But she won’t make things easy for you either. Being loved by someone like Mo Wang, isn’t that a form of suffering in itself?”

Mo Li felt an indescribable frustration welling up inside. She abruptly stood and said hurriedly, “I’m going to bed.”

Bai Wu nodded understandingly. “Good night.”

Watching the bedroom door close quietly, Bai Wu let out the longest sigh of the evening.

“Truth be told, as the one being protected, who isn’t living in constant fear while remaining utterly clueless? I wish I could do something within my power too.”

…

Since Mo Wang had given permission for her to go to the company, Mo Li went to work as usual.

The meetings with the agreed-upon shareholders went smoothly. They were eager to acquire all the shares and even asked Mo Li to approach them again in the future.

However, the location requested by the last shareholder was somewhat unusual, a private screening room. But when people have more money than they can spend, eccentric habits are hardly surprising.

The address was on a high floor of a downtown skyscraper. Amid the bustling traffic, anyone with ill intentions would find it difficult to act.

Mo Li’s call to Mo Wang didn’t go through, so she sent the address to the saved number and brought Zhu Wen, her enforcer, along to the meeting.

The screening room was spacious, with the screen still covered. Rows of tall red seats obscured any view of people.

Mo Li strode to the front row, then turned and looked up.

Unexpectedly, Luo Licheng was sitting in the first row, his hair disheveled but his gaze as sharp as ever.

“Miss Mo Li, care to explain what you’re doing here?”