Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 48

The closest area behind the curtain was the dressing room. Mo Wang kicked off her clattering high heels, yanked open the closet, and rummaged frantically, tossing out a pair of rubber shoes and cloth shoes.

Mo Li grabbed a pair and slipped them on. Though they didn’t fit perfectly, they made walking much easier.

She stood behind the door, listening to the urgent, chaotic footsteps outside. Immediately, she pulled Mo Wang with her and hid inside the large wardrobe.

Inside, it was packed with wedding dresses and gowns, piled high in heaps. Mo Li squeezed into the wardrobe, and her vision plunged into darkness. Only two small holes in the wardrobe door let in faint traces of light.

She piled various garments over her and Mo Wang’s heads. The fabrics, having been stored for too long, gave off a musty smell and drooped limply over them.

Before she could adjust her position, the dressing room door was pushed open.

Someone outside spoke in broken English, their voice harsh and raspy.

“Search carefully.”

Footsteps immediately echoed through the small dressing room, systematically checking every corner.

The large wardrobe, big enough to hold people, naturally became an object of suspicion.

Through the layers of piled clothes, Mo Li saw the only source of light, the small holes, suddenly go dark.

Someone reached out and pulled the wardrobe door open. Instantly, light flooded in.

Mo Li wanted to shrink her not-quite-hidden toes but feared alerting their pursuers.

The fringe of a dress dangled near the tip of her nose, and she suddenly felt an urge to sneeze but fought to suppress it.

A gloved hand rummaged through the hanging clothes, then reached toward the pile where they were hiding.

Mo Li gripped Mo Wang’s hand, her entire body tense. She was prepared to be dragged out and shot in the head.

“Look, shoes… they went downstairs.”

Someone suddenly spoke.

Mo Li remembered that Mo Wang had hidden their shoes earlier, leaving only one near the door leading to the stairs.

The hand reaching into the wardrobe paused. The person finally turned and hurried downstairs with the search team.

Thankfully, they were safe.

Mo Wang let out a sigh of relief.

After confirming that no one was around, she carefully pushed aside the heavy pile of clothes, making sure not to make a sound.

Mo Wang quickly crawled out after her.

She pointed toward a figure outside the door.

Mo Li frowned, one person had been left behind.

She pulled Mo Wang to hide by the door and casually tossed a box onto the floor.

“Who’s there?”

A voice came almost instantly from outside.

As the door was pushed open, Mo Li slammed the heel of her high heel hard into the intruder’s head.

The person collapsed without a sound. Mo Wang snatched his gun, careful not to let it clatter loudly on the floor.

It was a submachine gun, heavy and cumbersome, almost too much for Mo Wang to hold.

Seeing this, Mo Li took it into her own hands.

With people already searching downstairs, their only option was to climb the stairs to the rooftop.

The staircase was eerily empty. The panicked screams from the banquet hall had faded away. With every step they took, the faint rustling and footfalls sent shivers down their spines.

Mo Li climbed step by step.

No matter what, they needed to find a safe place first before figuring out how to escape.

She felt a gentle tug on her clothes.

Turning, she saw Mo Wang’s lips moving silently, her finger pointing upward toward the ceiling.

To the rooftop.

Mo Li understood her silent message.

The two spiraled upward. Mo Li struggled to push open the rooftop door, and as a fierce, cold wind rushed in, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“What do we do now?”

Mo Li closed the door, her heart uneasy. She pulled out her phone but remembered that Zhu Wen, far away in City A, couldn’t cross borders to rescue her.

Mo Wang stared blankly at her phone, a deep frown etched on her face. “Zuo An says we need to hold on a little longer. Rescue will take time.”

Perhaps it was the tension, but Mo Li thought she heard faint, rapid footsteps echoing from the winding staircase behind her. She scanned her surroundings, the rooftop was vast and empty, with no cover in sight. There was truly no way out.

Suddenly, a louder noise erupted from the sky, a rhythmic thump-thump-thump accompanied by a deafening buzz, as if the very air was converging toward the source. Worried the commotion would draw attention, Mo Li looked up.

A helicopter was slowly lowering a rescue ladder toward them. The deafening roar came from its spinning rotors, fueled by burning oil as they sliced through the wind, carrying a glimmer of hope.

In the cockpit, a gray-haired pilot gestured. Mo Wang understood immediately. “It’s Old Shen. He’s one of us.”

She grabbed Mo Li’s hand and led the way toward the ladder. Mo Li glanced back, their pursuers hadn’t caught up yet, but time was of the essence.

There was no time for hesitation. Mo Li cupped Mo Wang’s waist and lifted her, helping her climb onto the ladder first. Once Mo Wang had a firm grip and looked back, Mo Li gave her a reassuring glance before climbing up herself.

Every second counted. Before they could fully enter the cabin, the ladder began retracting, pulling both of them inside.

At the same moment, the rooftop door burst open. A group of masked figures rushed out in an orderly line, raising their guns and firing relentlessly at the helicopter, which hadn’t yet flown out of range.

Damn it, the cabin door isn’t closed yet. The thought barely crossed Mo Li’s mind when a heavy impact struck her shoulder.

Her mind went blank. All she could hear was Mo Wang’s frantic cries. A searing, overwhelming pain surged through her shoulder, sharp and relentless.

Mo Li breathed carefully, each slight movement sending waves of tearing agony through her injured shoulder.

“You’re bleeding.”

Though Mo Li was the one injured, Mo Wang’s expression was one of torment. Her hands were covered in blood as she frantically searched for medical supplies.

Mo Li turned her head. The helicopter had already left the hotel rooftop, heading toward safety, but the cabin door had been riddled with bullets. A cold wind whipped through the opening, stinging her wound and making her gasp in pain.

What a heart-pounding escape. What a shame about the wedding Mo Wang had planned.

She turned again to see Mo Wang pulling out a stack of gauze and alcohol. Mo Li shrank back, if that alcohol was poured directly on her wound, the pain would be unbearable.

Just then…

The helicopter suddenly jolted violently. Caught off guard and off-balance, Mo Li was thrown toward the open cabin door.

Only Mo Wang’s quick reflexes saved her, grabbing her outstretched hand just in time. Mo Li felt her body plummeting downward before being yanked back by the force on her arm. She swayed precariously for a moment before finally stabilizing.

Looking up, she saw that Mo Wang was leaning halfway out of the cabin, her upper body dangerously exposed.

“Old Shen, pull us up now!” Mo Wang’s voice was urgent. She stretched out her other hand, leaning even farther, using every ounce of her strength to haul Mo Li to safety.

Mo Li was nearly scared out of her wits by the dangerous move, but then it occurred to her that she was the one in a more critical situation now.

Fortunately, Mo Wang wasn’t pulling on her injured arm, or the pain alone might have been enough to kill her.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Li braced herself and looked down.

Below stretched a vast blue river, dotted with large chunks of ice that hadn’t yet melted in the winter cold. Falling onto any one of them would shatter her body to pieces.

Even if she landed in the water, the freezing temperature would surely claim her life.

To die on her wedding day…

Mo Li sighed. Nothing could be more tragic than this.

“It’s no use, Miss! I can’t control the machine, it’s still breaking down and will keep shaking. You have to hold on tight!” Old Shen’s desperate cry rang out.

No sooner had he spoken than the aircraft jolted violently once again.

Mo Wang still clung tightly to Mo Li’s hand, but her own body was completely off-balance, sliding relentlessly toward the open hatch.

Seeing the resolute look on Mo Wang’s face, as if she would unhesitatingly follow Mo Li to death if it came to that, Mo Li felt a strange sense of peace.

Having married such a wife, what regrets could she possibly have in this life?

Suddenly, Mo Li felt she could consider her life complete.

She lifted her gaze, fixing it on Mo Wang’s face, unwilling to even blink.

With great effort, she raised her other, injured arm and, enduring the pain, pried Mo Wang’s fingers open one by one.

With the last of her strength, she gave Mo Wang a slight upward push.

Mo Wang’s luck was clearly better than hers. As the aircraft tilted in the opposite direction, Mo Wang was thrown back into the cabin.

Mo Li felt a flicker of relief, but the nauseating sensation of free fall quickly wiped the smile from her face.

What would it feel like to crash onto the ice from such a height? Would her skull shatter, limbs scattering in all directions?

Mo Li couldn’t face it with complete calm. Fearfully, she curled her body into a tight ball.

Time was fleeting.

The wind roared past her ears. Falling, falling, plummeting at breakneck speed. Air rushed into her brain, suffocating, stinging.

Then, a heavy thud.

Silence reclaimed everything.