Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 42.2

Mo Wang didn’t respond, but Mo Li could feel her leaning forward, her hand slightly extended.

Mo Li pressed her arm backward, accurately seizing Mo Wang’s hands. She took a step back, restraining Mo Wang along with her.

Lin Qianying said nothing, nor did she lower her arm. She stood perfectly still, her icy gaze silently urging them on.

Mo Wang sighed.

“Mo Li, to be precise, this does concern me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have shown up here so early.”

“You don’t want me to kill? Why? For me, it’s not like it’s the first time anyway.”

Mo Li could feel her soft breath near her ear.

Mo Wang’s voice was almost inaudible.

“Do you know what happened to An Suna in the end? I burned down her mansion, her jewelry, her designer clothes. I pulled out her fingers, one by one. Finally, I fed her addictive drugs and locked her on the lowest level of Qiang Wei Pharmaceuticals until she died.”

“In the end, I turned her into a specimen. It’s the only meaningful thing she ever did in her life.”

Mo Li’s heart tightened. In that moment of distraction, Mo Wang broke free from her grasp.

Mo Wang snatched the gun from Lin Qianying’s hand, pivoted swiftly, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger, aiming straight at Luo Licheng’s heart.

Luo Licheng let out a piercing scream, the final cry of a helpless herbivore facing death.

“Bang.”

The scream was abruptly cut short.

Then came the sound of a body sliding to the floor.

In the dead silence, a solitary round of applause echoed through the room, chillingly eerie.

“Congratulations, Mr. Luo Liming. You’ve earned the chance to inherit the family fortune.”

Lin Qianying patted Luo Liming on the shoulder with a smile before walking away from the troubled scene on her own.

Luo Liming began to chuckle through gritted teeth, tears streaming down his face. He let out one cathartic roar after another, a mix of relief from long-awaited vengeance and lingering resentment.

Blood gushed and spread across the floor. Mo Li stood in the middle of the pool of blood, her eyes wide with shock as she listened to the chaotic sounds around her.

She stiffly turned her head, trying to confirm whether Luo Licheng was still alive.

But a cool touch met her eyes, a pale hand blocking her view. In the sudden darkness, Mo Li heard Mo Wang’s voice.

Calm and composed, her tone as gentle as ever.

“Don’t look. Let’s go.”

Mo Li nodded.

At that moment, all she wanted was to obey.

…

Mo Li had injured her leg, and while crossing the river through the car window, Mo Wang had sustained a cut on her waist.

Neither of them was in any condition to drive, so they hailed a taxi.

The driver was a middle-aged man who appeared honest and steady. Sitting in the car, Mo Li didn’t know what to say and could only gaze out the window.

The cheap car air freshener filled her nostrils, and her thoughts drifted far away. Yet, an uncontrollable restlessness crept over her. Suddenly, she remembered, her sensitive period seemed to be approaching.

Without thinking, she asked Mo Wang, “Want to have sex?”

The driver lost control of the steering wheel, swerving into a full-on drift.

Mo Li was nearly thrown against the window on Mo Wang’s side, but Mo Wang blocked her, preventing her from hitting her head. Steadying herself, Mo Li waved off the driver’s repeated apologies.

“Sorry, sorry, I was distracted for a moment.”

Mo Wang agreed without hesitation, not even blinking: “Sure, but tomorrow is the shareholders’ meeting. Maybe you should take a suppressant and tough it out for now.”

Is she still thinking about the shareholders’ meeting tomorrow?

Mo Li’s mind was in turmoil.

Two conflicting voices battled inside her.

White voice: Mo Wang did something wrong. Why not just drive straight to the police station and turn her in? Maybe she could get a lighter sentence.

Black voice: But Luo Licheng wasn’t a good person either. What if Mo Wang gets locked up for twenty years or even executed because of someone like him?

Black voice: Besides, she’s so calm, she must have a plan to handle the aftermath. No one will find out.

White voice: …

White voice: You have a point.

Her inner scale tipped completely in Mo Wang’s favor. Mo Li sighed helplessly.

“Why the sigh? Don’t want to take the suppressant?” Mo Wang asked knowingly. “Should we do it now instead?”

A sharp screech of brakes pierced the air.

…

When the driver dropped them off at their destination, his expression was visibly one of relief.

Mo Li even heard his sigh as he closed the car door: “Young people these days…”

“Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital for your injuries?”

Mo Li looked worriedly at Mo Wang’s pale face. Mo Wang had been injured after emerging from the water and had stayed in wet clothes for so long, she wasn’t sure if the wounds had become inflamed.

“It’s not a big problem.”

Following Mo Li’s gaze, Mo Wang looked down at the slightly whitened wound on her leg, soaked by her wet pants.

“We have medical equipment at home.”

As if nothing had happened, they went upstairs, opened the door, and returned to their familiar little home.

Tang Yuan let out a coquettish meow, walking toward them with its tail held high, but upon catching the scent of blood, its fur bristled all over. With a few swift leaps, it retreated back into its cat bed.

While Mo Li’s attention was still captured by Tang Yuan’s unusual behavior, Mo Wang quietly drew closer. Mo Li lowered her head slightly and found herself immersed in eyes clearer than crystal.

Mo Wang’s eyelashes were dark and long, cascading down like crow feathers, captivating and alluring.

Her breath was close, almost tangible.

“If you wanted to do something, why bring it up in the car? Your blueberry scent is almost dragging me into my heat.”

Indeed, the pheromones of highly compatible Alpha-Omega couples could trigger each other’s estrus cycles prematurely.

Mo Wang pressed her lips against Mo Li’s.

Perhaps tainted by desire, or maybe Mo Wang wasn’t as composed as Mo Li had thought, the kiss grew deeper, turning into a desperate craving. Lips and teeth met as Mo Wang pressed closer, relentlessly seeking.

Until the faint taste of blood spread in their mouths.

Instantly, Mo Li recalled the overwhelming, unavoidable stench of Loris’s blood pooling on the ground.

Then, flashing before her eyes was the gruesome image Mo Wang had described, An Suna, gutted and preserved in embalming fluid.

She pushed Mo Wang away abruptly.

“I’ll go get the medical device.”

By the time Mo Li returned, Mo Wang had already wrapped herself in a blanket and curled up on the sofa.

The bohemian-style blanket was soft and thick, its tassels gently draping down, making Mo Wang appear small and fragile. She had calmed down and was gazing out the window at the swallows preparing to migrate south.

According to Mo Wang, that spring, when the house was still rarely occupied, the swallows had arrived.

By the time she noticed, they had already built a beautiful little nest and laid a clutch of small, delicate eggs.

Alone as she was, there was no need to trouble them, so she let them stay.

Tang Yuan had also regained its composure, eyes fixed intently on the swallows flitting about, whiskers trembling slightly, making soft chattering sounds with its mouth.

The sky was overcast, rain was coming.

Mo Li approached with the medical device, and Mo Wang shared half of the blanket with her. Together, they nestled under the large blanket, warmed by their body heat.

Mo Wang had changed into a nightgown for easier treatment, and only then did Mo Li notice the more than a dozen wounds, large and small, covering Mo Wang’s body.

They were likely from when she had turned back to the car to save Mo Li, passing through the window frame twice and being repeatedly cut by the shattered glass.

A pang of heartache struck Mo Li. She carefully held Mo Wang’s calf and began treating each wound with the medical device.

“You don’t have to be so gentle, it’s too ticklish.” Mo Wang leaned against her shoulder, taking the device herself to speed up the process.

Her fingertips felt warm, probably from a low-grade fever.

Mo Li pressed her forehead against Mo Wang’s and stated firmly, “You need to take medicine.”

“Alright, alright.” Mo Wang chuckled softly, brushing her off. “Such a mother hen.”

After tending to each other’s wounds, they wiped themselves clean and nestled together to sleep.

Although the urges of her susceptible period remained unresolved, the slightly elevated body heat of the person beside her served as a small warming furnace. Holding Mo Wang close, Mo Li enjoyed a cozy, warm sleep.

…

The next morning, when Mo Li woke up, Mo Wang was already waiting for her at the dining table.

Her complexion still carried traces of fatigue, but Mo Li noticed she had taken care to dress formally, a light yet elegant dress paired with delicate makeup, all hinting at the significance of today for her.

“Let’s go to the company together later.”

“Mm.”

Mo Li responded briefly, averting her gaze as she turned on the television.

The news channel was filled with reports of peace and prosperity; no one seemed to know where the escaped convict had fled.

She took a bite of toast.

When they stepped into the Mo Corporation building together, they attracted many glances. Seven years ago, Mo Wang had been in full charge here, and many employees still recognized her.

However, now they only cast distant looks before deliberately passing by Mo Wang as if she were a stranger, greeting Mo Li instead.

Mo Li had grown accustomed to the fickleness of human relationships within the company.

It was unavoidable, many fought fiercely over projects, and if their subordinates aligned with the wrong side or overstepped boundaries, it could cost them their jobs.

A single word or form of address was enough to bring hardship upon a team member.

Mo Wang clearly understood this as well and refrained from initiating greetings with anyone.

No one in the company dared to share an elevator with them, all claiming they needed exercise and heading for the stairs instead.

Taking advantage of their privacy in the elevator, Mo Wang gently hooked her finger with Mo Li’s.

Mo Li responded with a soft smile.

The elevator felt like an endless passage, carrying their warmth swiftly upward.

Thirteenth-floor conference room.

As the elevator doors opened, the semi-transparent meeting room revealed a half-circle of seated attendees. The two wiped the smiles from their faces, appearing as complete strangers.

Mo Wang nodded.

“President Mo.”

Mo Li returned a hurried handshake, pushed open the conference room door to let Mo Wang enter first, then took her seat beside Mo’s father.

The meeting was chaired by Liu, the secretary and trusted aide of Mo’s father.

Seeing that most attendees had settled, Liu adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat lightly, and stepped up to the display screen.

All eyes were fixed intently on him.