Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 24

Mo Li, however, showed no gratitude and seized the opportunity to bite his finger fiercely. In response, Luo Licheng slapped her so hard that her head snapped to the side.

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Mo Li shook her head and spat out two teeth.

Instead of crying out, she grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth.

“You don’t want Mo Wang to notice anything amiss, so how could I possibly let you have your way?” Mo Li’s eyes were defiant as she spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground. “Go ahead and kill me if you dare.”

Luo Licheng’s expression grew even more intense. He raised his hand, then let out a long breath and slowly lowered it.

It was clear he feared Mo Wang and wouldn’t easily push things to the point of mutual destruction. Mo Li could see that Luo Licheng was desperate but hadn’t completely lost his rationality.

Luo Liming, like an outsider who enjoyed stirring up trouble, began probing for information: “Brother, what’s the grudge between you and Miss Mo Wang?”

“It’s not exactly a grudge,” Luo Licheng replied, turning his scorn toward Luo Liming. “But it’s certainly not the kind of relationship where one gets left waiting in bed, forced to sign a contract, and then kicked out the door.”

Unashamed, Luo Liming grinned and said, “Turns out she’s a femme fatale.”

Mo Li’s entire cheek burned with pain. Irritated and restless, she cut straight to the point: “If you have something to say, say it. There’s no need to gossip behind people’s backs like a bunch of chattering parrots.”

Luo Licheng strode over, the cold, ruthless demeanor he had long suppressed beneath a gentle facade now fully exposed. He looked down at her with a sneer. “Both of you from the Mo family are nothing but fools who don’t know what’s good for you.”

“She brought this upon herself. As Betas, when the Mo family fell into decline, she refused to marry me and wouldn’t offer 25% of the shares in exchange for the Luo family’s protection. As a result, the Mo family was attacked by all the media, and other companies scrambled to take advantage. It took her a full six months to barely stabilize the situation.”

A faint smile curled at the corner of Luo Licheng’s lips. “And I took the opportunity to make a fortune, no less than what that 25% stake would have been worth back then.”

He spread his arms wide, his expression intoxicated. “You see, I always get what I want.”

He was like a self-crowned king, blinded by his own arrogance. “But there will always be fools who can’t read the situation. That’s why she’s now a discarded pawn of the Mo family, while I stand here, watching your pathetic disgrace and waiting for her to walk right into my trap.”

Mo Li gritted her teeth. How could this man be so shameless, framing his opportunistic actions as righteous and justified?

A faint, mocking laugh echoed, growing louder and more pronounced.

“And here I thought it was some deep-seated vendetta?” Luo Liming laughed so hard he could barely lift his head. “Brother, aren’t you just holding a grudge because Miss Mo Wang rejected you? Don’t be so petty.”

Luo Licheng’s face darkened instantly. Showing no mercy toward his brother, he landed heavy blows with his fists and feet.

Yet Luo Liming continued to laugh, occasionally letting out exaggerated cries of pain, his tone dripping with sarcasm: “Ouch, brother, you’d better make sure to patch me up properly later. It wouldn’t look good if Father found out.”

“Father is soft-hearted. When necessary, someone just needs to give him a little push, force him to make a choice, and then he’ll shed a few tears and accept the outcome with a clear conscience.” Luo Licheng showed no restraint, each punch and kick drawing sprays of blood.

“For example, if you died, he’d buy you the finest urn and then do everything in his power to bail me out.”

Luo Liming’s pheromones surged instinctively, flooding the air. The scent of ink mixed with the metallic tang of blood, creating an overwhelming, suffocating atmosphere.

Mo Li hadn’t expected this man to be so insane. She struggled with all her might, but the electronic lock remained unmoved.

No one was listening to her. Luo Licheng, exhausted from beating him, wiped the blood splattered on his face in frustration.

“Dignity? If you had any dignity, why would you return to the Luo family? That old woman is dead, why don’t you go join her?”

Luo Liming hung his head, his expression obscured. Blood dripped steadily from him, soaking his black clothes, making it impossible to discern where he was injured.

Even so, he swayed as he lifted his head, dropping his smile for the first time. His gaze was sharp and filled with resentment. “If I die, who will send you all to hell?”

His voice trembled and was muffled by saliva, yet it rang out with unmistakable clarity under Luo Licheng’s confrontational stare.

“Criminals sometimes twist facts and memories to ease their conscience. Murderers comfort themselves by blaming the victim for being in the wrong place; bullies fault the victim for being reclusive. But once the truth is exposed, tearing away that facade, peeling back their gilded orange skin, and digging out the maggots to crush them, the accumulated evil that sustains them will collapse, leaving them utterly vulnerable.”

Luo Liming grinned again, his lips already torn. “Brother, you fear me, so you hate me. Not because of who I am, and certainly not because you feel guilty. It’s because you know you killed my mother. What you fear is retribution.”

He snapped his head fiercely to the side, as if tearing a chunk of flesh from prey.

“If you don’t kill me today, I will eventually strip away your disguise. I look forward to witnessing your downfall.”

Having said this, he calmly closed his eyes and leaned back against the chair, motionless, as if resigned to his fate.

“Nonsense! Lies upon lies!” Luo Licheng’s eyes darted around, glancing at every bystander, clearly not as composed as his words suggested.

His hand slowly moved to his waist, and he actually drew a gleaming black pistol. But his arm trembled uncontrollably, and it took several attempts to release the safety. The sound of a bullet being chambered echoed through the room.

He aimed the barrel at the center of Luo Liming’s forehead, his finger resting on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

Unfazed, Luo Liming smiled and pressed his forehead against the gun.

They’re all insane, Mo Li cursed inwardly.

Seeing the situation turning dangerous, she spoke softly, half-threatening, half-coaxing, careful not to startle Luo Licheng. “Everyone knows your character, there must be some misunderstanding here. But if you kill him in a fit of rage, wouldn’t that just confirm these accusations?”

Hearing this, Luo Licheng’s breathing steadied slightly, and he took the offered way out.

“You’re right. I won’t stoop to arguing with this liar.”

The gun in his hand slowly moved away from Luo Liming’s forehead and lowered.

But in that very instant, the floor-to-ceiling window behind them, concealed by curtains, suddenly erupted with an earsplitting crash. The sound of shattering glass pierced through the room. In the chaos, Luo Licheng’s finger jerked on the trigger, and the bullet struck the floor, leaving a deep crater.

Amid the turmoil, Mo Li tried to make sense of the situation.

A familiar voice cut through the noise, cold, yet carrying the weight of absolute authority, bringing a sense of reassurance.

“Close your eyes. Don’t look back.”