Chapter 83: Those Who Commit Injustice Bring

With a sharp sound, the door to the suite was yanked open by an enraged Zhu Changxing. Yet just as he was about to unleash his fury in a torrent of curses, he froze abruptly where he stood.

“Why is it you?!” His face was suffused with horror, his eyes wide with terror. Like seeing a ghost—ruined! How could he appear at this crucial moment? If he discovered the affair between Mo Xiao and himself, the carefully laid plans would crumble to dust.

In that instant, a thousand thoughts raced through Zhu Changxing’s mind, but in the end, defeat settled over his features like ashes. Lan Yaoming said nothing, shoved Zhu Changxing aside, and entered the room directly, sinking slowly onto the sofa with a face as dark as storm clouds.

At that very moment—

“Brother Zhu, who is it? If it’s nothing important, hurry up and come!” Mo Xiao, impatient with the silence outside, called out. She twisted restlessly on the bed, feeling something was missing. Yet outside, stillness reigned—no reply, only an oppressive silence.

“Hm?” A mix of curiosity and inexplicable unease welled up in her heart. She leapt from the bed, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around herself, then headed for the living room.

What was going on? The knocking earlier had shattered their momentum, and Zhu Changxing had opened the door in a fit of rage. Why was there now not a single word?

She needed to see for herself.

But as she stepped through the bedroom doorway and looked up—

“Aah!” Her scream reverberated through the air, her flushed cheeks now bloodless. The next moment,

“How is it you! How did you know we were here?” came her panicked cries, tumbling out in a rush.

At the edge of her vision, in the living room, a man stood frozen by the door, staring at the wall, so shocked he forgot to blink. Another sat on the sofa, face shadowed and grim, staring at her with murderous intensity.

Mo Xiao felt not only shock but the looming end of days.

Her mind, her heart—clouded and gray.

Lan Yaoming! How could he appear so suddenly? How had he found her so precisely? A thousand questions bloomed in Mo Xiao’s heart. She was certain before coming to Morning Star Hotel, Lan Yaoming had no idea of her whereabouts. Yet at the very moment she and Zhu Changxing were about to ascend to bliss, he appeared!

How could it be so uncanny?

But one thing was certain—the takeover plan had failed.

“Surprised, aren’t you? Mo Xiao, I trusted you so deeply, and yet you sneak behind my back and debase yourself with another! You filthy traitor!” Lan Yaoming sat firmly on the sofa, glaring wrathfully. By the end, he was shouting.

The scene needed no explanation; there was no need for anyone to be caught in bed. Zhu Changxing, still at the door, was left hanging like rotten meat. How laughable that he had once trusted a harlot as his right hand, only to raise a tiger that would later devour him. Driven by insatiable greed, she had plotted to swallow his fortune whole, while he, blind with trust, had even sent away Wu Ya, his only hope of salvation.

Foolish! Lan Yaoming felt that even the word itself couldn’t capture his stupidity.

With a thud, Mo Xiao, sensing disaster, trembled under Lan Yaoming’s furious denunciation and dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Before Lan Yaoming could react, she pointed suddenly at the stupefied Zhu Changxing by the door and, choking with tears, cried out:

“Yaoming, I had no choice! It’s all his fault, it’s Zhu Changxing! He used his position as director of a state-owned factory to threaten me. If I didn’t submit, he’d use his connections to crush our Grand Ambitions! Yaoming, everything I did was for the factory, for you—I only gave myself to him for your sake!”

Her accusations were agonizing, her bath towel slipping away as she shivered in despair, leaving her skin exposed under the harsh lights—a sight that once might have sent blood rushing, but now stirred nothing in Lan Yaoming.

“You dare say that? You filthy harlot, how dare you spit such venom? Yaoming, don’t listen to her! This woman is pure poison! We’ve been friends for more than a decade; I was about to tell you the truth myself. She’s the one who ruined your factory, and now she wants to seize it while you’re at your lowest!”

Zhu Changxing, finally snapping out of his stupor, was incensed at Mo Xiao for shifting all blame onto him. This woman was clearly trying to wash herself clean. If Lan Yaoming kept digging, she’d lay the whole plot at his feet. Outrageous! That would mean prison—how could he bear all the blame alone? For a harlot, destroy his life? Only a fool would do that.

Driven by desperation, the two began to tear at each other, each eager to pin the blame.

“Zhu Changxing, wasn’t it you who urged me to transfer Grand Ambitions’ funds, push the factory into crisis, and then seize it?” Mo Xiao was frantic. This bastard truly was an idiot! She’d already pinned the affair’s cause on him, hoping for Lan Yaoming’s pity. If he softened, she was certain she could seduce him again and end the matter quietly. After all, she had claimed it was all for the factory, forced into submission.

But with Zhu Changxing’s outburst, everything was ruined—including the takeover plan, which she had never intended to confess, but which this pig of a partner had blurted out.

Finished! Everything ended here. Damn it—after all she’d sacrificed to come this far, it was wiped away with a single word. Worse, she now had to face charges for embezzling funds—over two hundred thousand, a serious crime.

“Yaoming, it really was Zhu Changxing who pushed me! He said the factory would soon be unable to pay wages. With the workers grumbling, it was the perfect time for a takeover. That way, he could win fame, and by using wages to offset debts, seize the factory outright. You’d be left with nothing, utterly ruined!”

Desperate to lessen her guilt, Mo Xiao threw caution to the wind. Using wages to settle debts and claim the factory—the words sent cold sweat bursting from Lan Yaoming. If they incited the workers’ anger and forced him, he’d be cornered. Then, if they converted the unpaid wages into acquisition payments, he’d fall into the abyss, unable to recover, left with nothing—not even a chance to start anew. He’d be homeless, for he was still burdened with loans.

“What a vicious plan! Are you not afraid of heaven’s wrath?” Lan Yaoming’s face was a map of bulging veins, and he longed to tear Mo Xiao apart.

Heaven’s wrath? “Heh, their fate now is nothing but heaven’s retribution. As the saying goes, those who act unrighteously are doomed to destruction!”

Those who act unrighteously are doomed to destruction—a voice laced with cold laughter suddenly drifted in from outside the door.