Villain: Young Lady, You Must Want Revenge Too - Chapter 43:

Chapter 43: The Humble Girl, Boss Mo… Doesn’t Recognize Me?

The next morning.

“Damn, why so many missed calls?”

After waking up, Mo Cinian glanced at his phone and was stunned. He didn’t have many friends in City A—fewer than ten people even had his contact number. Yet there were more than a dozen missed calls overnight, not to mention the flood of text messages.

“Duan Weiwei?”

Why was she calling me?

Honestly… he had almost forgotten about this girl. She must be in some urgent trouble. The only thing that could make her this desperate would be her grandmother.

Judging by the timing, her grandmother’s illness must have worsened. Without proper treatment, she wouldn’t last three months, and the world would soon have another newly orphaned girl.

In the original plotline… Ye Chen should have been the one to step in and help. But now that Child of Destiny was struggling to even help himself. Word had it he was suffering from severe diarrhea, with rectal prolapse, fissures, and fistulas… still bedridden.

“Boss, did something urgent come up?” Chen Hong walked out carrying a steaming bowl of porridge, her gaze full of concern, exuding a mature, intellectual beauty.

“Nothing serious~”

Mo Cinian smiled nonchalantly and tossed his phone onto the sofa.

“Boss, let me feed you~”

“Mm.”

They said elder sisters know how to take care of people, and it was true. Chen Hong was very attentive, the ideal choice for marriage and raising a family.

Unfortunately… Mo Cinian had never considered marriage.

Joking aside, marriage was a man’s grave!

If someone wanted him for his money, he had plenty. But for his heart? No way!

He could keenly sense that Chen Hong had real feelings for him, and it wasn’t just simple affection… it was love! Without love, there wouldn’t be hate born of love, the kind that leads to betrayal and blackening.

Besides, in the original plotline… shortly after his death, Chen Hong disappeared—either exiting the plot or going into seclusion.

Mo Cinian watched calmly as the woman fed him spoonfuls of porridge. Although Chen Hong’s cold, dominant aura wasn’t his type, he wasn’t picky. Maybe he could consider rewarding her someday, and while at it, deepen their relationship.

After all, if you wanted the horse to run, you had to feed it. Otherwise, this tool might blacken on him one day.

…

After eating and drinking his fill, he finally turned his attention to Duan Weiwei.

Having been ignored all night, she must be desperate by now.

Even if he hadn’t fallen asleep last night, he still wouldn’t have answered her call. Things too easily obtained were not cherished.

He wasn’t some simp. Even if Duan Weiwei’s grandmother suddenly died… it wasn’t really his problem.

Come to think of it… he could barely remember what that girl even looked like.

…

It’s often said that hospital walls have heard more prayers than church walls.

The girl leaned against the cold hospital tiles, her eyes filled with exhaustion. She looked even more worn out than Lin Qingqiu had been back then. She clutched her phone tightly, her bangs soaked with sweat.

Duan Weiwei looked on the verge of collapse.

Ring ring ring~~~

The ringtone jolted her awake, “Boss… Boss Mo!”

Seeing the caller ID, Duan Weiwei nearly burst into tears.

Heaven knew how desperate she was. She had stayed up all night, clinging to her phone and this sliver of hope.

She had scraped together money for her grandmother’s emergency care, but the surgery would cost hundreds of thousands of yuan. Mo Cinian was truly her only hope.

“Bo… Boss Mo, hello… sorry to bother you,” Duan Weiwei stuttered excitedly.

She was an extremely shy girl, and she had always believed something had happened between her and Mo Cinian, so she had been avoiding him as much as possible.

But now, all her shyness meant nothing in the face of her grandmother’s life.

Just like how some people would give up their dignity for money.

“You are?” Mo Cinian raised his eyebrow and asked deliberately.

The moment she heard his words, her heart sank halfway to the floor.

Finished. Boss Mo… doesn’t recognize me!

Along with the despair came a pang of grievance. After all, she had given him everything… yet now he didn’t even remember her.

“I… I’m Duan Weiwei. Boss Mo, do you still remember me?”

“Oh! Of course, I remember. You’re the girl who got drunk and caused a scene, right? How could I forget you?” Mo Cinian replied.

Duan Weiwei froze. ‘I… I caused a scene when drunk?’

But now was not the time to think about that.

“Right, right, as long as you remember me…” she said, her tone almost groveling.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s about my grandmother… do you remember I once told you she was seriously ill? You said you could help save her… now her condition has worsened… the hospital has already issued a critical condition notice…”

Mo Cinian was silent for a moment before replying seriously, “Mm.”

“My divine doctor friend recently had an accident while traveling, but it’s nothing too serious…”

Duan Weiwei, a pure, naive girl, was overwhelmed with gratitude upon hearing this.

“Thank you, Boss Mo… really, thank you so much.”

“I wondered why I hadn’t seen you at Moonlight lately. So it’s because your grandmother is ill.”

“Boss Mo, don’t worry. Once my grandmother’s condition improves, I’ll definitely go back to work. I’ll never miss a shift again.”

Hearing her words, Mo Cinian could hardly keep from laughing.

Such a simple-minded, naive girl. If not for her female lead plot armor, she’d probably have been tricked until there wasn’t even a bone fragment left.

You won’t scam her? He won’t scam her? Then don’t blame me for doing it!

“How about this, come over to discuss your grandmother’s situation.”

“But… but I have to take care of her. She just stabilized… I can’t leave her.”

“Can’t come? Then it’ll be difficult to handle.”

“I… I’ll come. Where are you?”

“Top floor of the Moonlight Club.”

…

When she worked part-time at the Moonlight bar, she had seen the nightlife glitz and glamor.

But entering the Moonlight Club… was a whole new level of extravagance. Everywhere reeked of money.

Even the female waitstaff wore high-slit qipaos that left little to the imagination—everywhere she looked, it was a sea of bare thighs.

“Miss Duan, this way please. Boss Mo is waiting for you upstairs.”

“O-okay.”

The waiter led Duan Weiwei to the top-floor private room.

Once inside, she saw Chen Hong massaging Mo Cinian’s legs.

She immediately felt like an intruder, a glaring third wheel.

Chen Hong glanced up at Duan Weiwei, a flicker of complexity in her eyes.

‘So the Boss still prefers these delicate little girls.’

But she knew better than to linger. She stood up and left, giving Duan Weiwei a meaningful smile on her way out.