Mr. CEO Falls in Love with the Destitute Heiress

Tang Yan's temperature around him suddenly dropped, he wanted to hide the woman in front of him now.

The Jin Mo he remembered was imperious and domineering, always carrying an air of superiority, but her drunken state added a certain allure, a look Tang Yan had never seen before.

Even Song Qi felt somewhat uneasy about bullying Jin Mo, a young girl.

"Jin Mo, leave after you finish your drink," Song Qi signaled to his companion to help Jin Mo out.

"Who said to let her go?" Tang Yan's voice was ice-cold, his sharp gaze first glaring at Song Qi and then fiercely fixing on Jin Mo as if a leopard had locked onto its prey.

Tang Yan's lips curled, he was far from satisfied with another man pleading for her.

Song Qi's female companion didn't dare to move, awkwardly standing in the middle, not knowing whether to stay or go.

Even Tang Yan's best friend, Song Qi's plea was futile, so naturally, Jiang Wei wouldn't want to press her luck, glancing sideways at Jin Mo, waiting to see her make a fool of herself.

Jin Mo swayed over to Tang Yan, propped herself on the table, her gaze burning into him, her almond-shaped eyes slanted upward, her lips red and glossy as she breathed out the scent of alcohol toward him.

"Tang Yan, damn you!"

Jin Mo didn't know where she got the courage to utter those words, the alcohol went to her head and so did her temper.

By the time she realized what she had said, all she could think about was to escape as quickly as possible, pushing open the door of the private room and stumbling out.

Tang Yan's face turned dangerously dark, his fingers deforming the cigarette butt he was holding.

No one dared to make a sound, afraid of angering Tang Yan, who must have already been on the verge of a meltdown.

Tang Yan suddenly stood up, straightened his suit, and strode toward the exit.

"Tang Yan! You're just going to leave like this?"

Jiang Wei had always seen herself as superior, pampered from a young age until she met Jin Mo and Tang Yan, which was when she first felt defeated.

Tang Yan paused in his steps, slightly turning: "Song Qi, ensure Miss Jiang gets home safely."

Song Qi's brow furrowed; Tang Yan couldn't deal with this woman, so he's dumping the mess on him, what kind of a brother does that make him?

Watching Tang Yan's retreating back, Jiang Wei felt restless, she had been proactive enough, yet Tang Yan still wouldn't spare her a glance.

Others might think the Jiang Family wanted to marry off their only daughter to Tang Yan for a powerful alliance, but Jiang Wei liked Tang Yan sincerely, not for a business marriage.

That fondness might even predate Jin Mo's.

The day Tang Yan transferred to her school, she was deeply attracted to him.

The young girl, with her budding affections, dreamed every day of being with the one she loved, only to have another girl shatter that dream.

Jin Mo had captured all of Tang Yan's attention and humiliated her publicly, so Jiang Wei hated her, wishing she would vanish from the world.

Jiang Wei bit her teeth, stepped out the door in her high heels, leaving the room of people with varying expressions, Song Qi also looking utterly embarrassed.

At that moment, Jin Mo was groggy as she went outside, where it had started to rain, wanting to leave before the alcohol fully hit her, but not a single cab was in sight.

Her footsteps were unsteady, and the scenery around her grew increasingly blurry.

A car horn blared as a black Porsche pulled up, and a tall man got out, umbrella in hand, his face serious.

Jin Mo felt the darkness crowd her vision, her body growing stiff, the pinprick sensation enveloping her completely, and by the time she recognized the familiar scent of tobacco, it was already too late.

"I've already drunk my share, what more do you want?" Jin Mo shook her head, trying to remain as clear-headed as possible.

"It seems you're quite dissatisfied," Tang Yan said expressionlessly, stepping closer, his umbrella barely covering Jin Mo's form.