Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Mo Yun was even more devastated than the god-forsaken Shang Shi.
Her blood, sweat and tears for the past days had only yielded that precious tiny amount. It was a useful product, but it’s all gone now.
A gloomy atmosphere engulfed the trio.
Seeing the pained expressions, Bai Lang was enveloped in guilt. With a light cough, he began pushing the blame, “I only sprayed a few times. I didn’t think it would run out. It’s alright! Just take it as a tester! Right! A simple tester!”
“But… I just made that tiny bit…” Mo Yun’s lifeless eyes stared resentfully at him.
“That’s ok! You can just make another batch! Remember to make more next time.” Bai Lang clumsily comforted her.
His thoughtless remarks earned him no reaction from Mo Yun.
“…..”
“Hmm, what’s wrong?”
Bai Lang could not see anything wrong with anything he just said.
Watching the clueless man, Mo Yun sighed, “I used the leftover chemicals from Yun Long’s medication to make this. The chemicals are very rare. Now, not only am I out of chemicals, I’m broke.”
Essentially, she had the methods but not the means to produce more.
Bai Lang revealed a relaxed smile, unworried by her situation. “Hmm, so isn’t it just a financial issue? Miss Mo, how much do you need? Is this card sufficient?”
Casually, Bai Lang whipped out a black-gold credit card.
Shang Shi’s eyes widened greatly.
This… why does it seem so familiar?
She never expected he would take out the rare and priceless black-gold card.
Instantly, ecstasy pumped through her veins, “It’s more than enough! I don’t need that much money. Just consider it a loan, I’ll return the money to you in the future.”
“Haha, sure! Use as much as you wish. Just remember to leave me a few more bottles in the future.” With a warm smile, Bai Lang exhibited his gentlemanly and generous side.
“Alright!” Decisively, Mo Yun accepted the deal. She did not show a trace of pride or superficial courtesy.
It wasn’t like she had money. She seriously needed financial aid from others.
On the other hand, Bai Lang decided to play the Good Samaritan to the end. With a smirk, he suggested, “Why not I give you a lift? I’m going out shopping anyways.”
“You mean it? You are taking me?” Mo Yun was pleasantly surprised.
“Of course! The weather is great for a casual drive anyways. Don’t you think so?”
Mo Yun nodded her head vigorously as she exclaimed, “Ah yes. it is!”
Having come to a consensus, the duo immediately decided to set the plan into action.
Within moments, the rumbling sound of a car engine started coming from outside.
Coincidentally, Hao Yansen walked down the stairs. Puzzled, he asked, “Who went out?”
“Young Master,” Politely greeting him, Shang Shi then answered, “It’s Bai Lang. He went out with Miss Mo.”
“Huh? Mo Yun?” Hao Yansen’s forehead puckered, “Why did they go out together?”
“Miss Mo needed to buy a few things. So, Bai Lang tagged along.”
“Hmm? Since when did he have such a kind heart?” Instantly, he saw how outlandish the situation was. “Which car did he use?”
The question sent Shan Shi’s eyes flying into attention and he bolted out to check.
Swiftly, he rushed back in, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Young Master, this is bad! Bai Lang… he took your new car!”
Just a few days back, Hao Yansen acquired a new Veyron.
Owing to his recent leg injury, he never left the house. Hence, this extravagant purchase remained unused until now.
The outcome, however, was that the little rascal Bai Lang got to take advantage of it.
“Also…” Shang Shi warily continued, his voice small and faltering, “He seemed to have brought your black-gold card along.”
Hao Yansen’s eyes glared into the distance as his face flushed redder by the second.
So, this little rascal not only took my brand new car, but he also stole my card… and my woman?!
In that instant, the atmosphere around Hao Yansen grew ominous as though a storm was brewing.