Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 40

At the break of dawn, Mo Li was wide awake. She turned to look at Mo Wang, whose slender shoulder blades were exposed, rising and falling gently with each breath.

Mo Li knew she wasn’t asleep either, yet she reached out and pulled the blanket over Mo Wang’s shoulders.

After yesterday’s confrontation, the two had fallen into a brief awkwardness.

Mo Li felt that she and Mo Wang were like people from the South Pole and the North Pole.

The days in the slums, eating chaff and swallowing bitterness, enduring hardship without complaint, were still vivid in her memory.

To Mo Li, having enough to eat and wear was already a tremendous blessing, while falling in love felt like an unimaginable surprise.

She was like a hamster whose winter stash had been plundered in the dead of winter, desperately guarding the little happiness she had left, unwilling to venture out or seek more.

The two of them were like gears, drawn together by their starkly contrasting personalities, meshing tightly, yet forever unable to turn in the same direction.

But if they were willing to shed their jagged, thorn-like teeth, could the distance between the centers of the gears grow a little closer?

If there was anything she could do to help Mo Wang…

“Mo Wang, I-”

Just as Mo Li began to speak, Mo Wang turned over as if she had been waiting all along. Her light-colored eyes, under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, were clear and gentle.

Unfortunately, Mo Wang’s phone began to vibrate incessantly.

Without even glancing at it, she silenced the phone immediately.

“Go on,” Mo Wang urged, her tone slightly hurried.

“It’s so late, it must be urgent. You should answer the call,” Mo Li said, somewhat surprised. Mo Wang was highly efficient at work, and the company had strict policies; it was rare for work matters to follow her home.

It must be something critically urgent.

Yet Mo Wang made no move to pick up the phone. She sat motionless until the vibrations started again.

Without avoiding Mo Li, she flipped open her phone screen.

The name “Zuo An” shimmered faintly on the dimly lit display. Mo Wang tapped to answer.

Zuo An’s slightly breathless voice came through immediately, it was hard to imagine the usually silent and steadfast woman sounding so anxious.

“Luo Licheng has taken a police officer hostage and escaped from prison. The vehicle is heading in your direction. He’s armed.”

Mo Wang remained eerily calm. “Understood.”

Without hesitation, she ended the call, rolled out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and tossed a few items of clothing onto Mo Li.

“Change. Go back to the Mo family estate on your own.”

“No, I’m coming with you,” Mo Li said as she hurriedly changed. “When the wall collapses, everyone scatters. Who would help him escape?”

A face, innocent and pure, flashed through her mind, yet it wore a smile as it uttered threats, word by word.

“As for Luo Liming, my revenge will be his retribution.”

Suspicion dawned on Mo Li. “Could it be Lin Qianying’s revenge?”

Mo Wang didn’t answer. She even took the time to fasten her buttons, one by one.

She crouched down, pressed a spot on the wardrobe floor, and a hidden compartment appeared. With a firm tug, she pulled out a case from within the wardrobe.

The case was pitch black, resembling the wooden base of the wardrobe itself, no one would suspect it held anything of significance.

Mo Wang struggled to lift the lid. Inside lay a brand-new revolver, its metallic gleam making it look heavy and cold.

She steadied the gun and handed it to Mo Li, grip first, muzzle pointed toward herself.

“You go back to the estate. I’ll find my own way.”

Mo Li hesitated for a moment before nodding. She leaned over and obediently took the revolver.

Mo Wang smiled, putting away the case, only to notice that Mo Li hadn’t left. Instead, she stood behind, carefully examining the revolver in her hand.

“Finished packing?”

Without a word, Mo Li held the revolver in her left hand, wrapped her right arm around Mo Wang’s waist, and pulled her close before effortlessly hoisting her over her shoulder.

Mo Wang let out a startled gasp, her tone shifting from surprise to anger.

“Put me down.”

Her fingers dug sharply into Mo Li’s skin, causing a stinging pain.

In retaliation, Mo Li jostled her arm, nearly causing Mo Wang to lose her grip. Mo Wang’s voice was now clearly laced with fury.

“Put me down. What’s the point of dragging me back to the old house?”

Mo Li feigned deafness, carrying her downstairs with ease and even grabbing an extra pair of shoes by the door.

By the time they reached the underground garage, Mo Wang had calmed down somewhat. Propping herself up on Mo Li’s shoulders, she glanced backward.

“Take a different car. The white one is mine too.”

Mo Li glanced at the keys she had taken from the shoe cabinet drawer, sure enough, there was another key with a white casing attached. She pressed the button, and the lights of an utterly ordinary white Volkswagen flashed twice beside them.

“You really travel incognito, don’t you?”

Mo Li placed Mo Wang in the passenger seat and, not entirely trusting, wrapped the seatbelt around her twice.

By the time Mo Li started the engine, Mo Wang was still struggling to untangle the twisted seatbelt.

With a click, the car doors locked. Mo Wang gave up her futile efforts and looked helplessly at Mo Li.

“You’re the one who followed me here.”

At this early hour, the roads were nearly empty.

Driving steadily, Mo Li casually asked, “So, where do you want to go? Do you need me to drop you off?”

“Slow down,” Mo Wang urged, her eyes fixed nervously on the dashboard.

“Actually, I’d rather you turn around and take me back.”

Seeing the speedometer at 60 km/h, Mo Li tapped the brakes.

Her car, alone on the overpass at dawn, crawled along as slowly as a snail.

The river shimmered in the wind, its ripples stretching all the way to the crimson sun at the horizon.

If not for all the troubles, she might have stopped here to enjoy the breeze.

Just before descending the overpass, there was a sharp turn. Mo Li had already begun steering when a blurry black shadow darted into view at the edge of her vision.

Mo Wang reacted instantly, even before the ghostly black car fully appeared, she lunged forward, seized the steering wheel, and wrenched it to its limit.

The car swayed violently, its rear swinging around and narrowly scraping against the solid bridge railing.

For a moment, Mo Li thought the car was about to flip. She steadied Mo Wang’s unsteady form and slammed both hands onto the steering wheel with all her strength.

The airbags deployed with a sharp whoosh.

At the same time, the screech of tires echoed behind them. In the rearview mirror, Luo Licheng’s twisted grin was visible through the black car’s windshield.

The black car abruptly decelerated, aiming squarely for their rear.

Mo Li had no time to react. She slammed into the airbag, the immense impact nearly knocking her unconscious. The seatbelt dug into her abdomen, feeling as though it might cut her in half.

Mo Wang, however, had unbuckled her seatbelt when she grabbed the steering wheel.

With one hand, Mo Li shielded Mo Wang’s head; with the other, she yanked the handbrake and stomped hard on the brakes.

Even so, she could only watch helplessly as the vehicle beneath her, propelled by immense force, smashed through one railing after another, soared into the air, and then, in a dizzying whirl, plunged into the sun-reflecting river.