Seeing Meng Nianchu pleading, Mu Junze had no choice but to agree. Reluctantly, he found Meng Rong's number from Meng Nianchu's phone. With his facial muscles tense, he dialed the number.
The call was answered immediately.
Meng Rong's excited voice came through the receiver right away: "Junze, what do you want from me!"
Hearing her excited tone, Meng Nianchu sat beside them with a cold face, scoffing inwardly.
You remember his phone number, but Mu Junze doesn't even have yours.
Mu Junze stared intently at Meng Nianchu. After being silent for two or three seconds, he replied stiffly, "I have something to tell you. Come to the office tonight."
This blunt and monotonous tone instantly reminded Cui Xi of the fear of being called to the company by Mu Junze late at night to handle documents.
However, upon hearing Mu Junze's words, Meng Rong was extremely excited. Everyone could clearly feel it even through the phone: "Junze, do you miss me after such a long time! I'll definitely come. Wait for me!"
Mu Junze hung up the phone directly. He threw the phone on the table and let out a long sigh.
Meng Nianchu held his hand: "You've worked hard, hubby."
Mu Junze here felt as nauseous as if he had eaten something dirty. Meanwhile, Meng Rong at home, whose call had just been hung up, was hugging her phone with a huge smile on her face.
"Junze actually called me on his own initiative and asked me to go to his office tonight?" Meng Rong's cheeks were flushed. Naturally, she took this call as a hint from Mu Junze.
Immediately, she jumped off the sofa, ran upstairs, and opened the closet to pick out clothes.
After not seeing him for so long, she must present her best self in front of Mu Junze!
Perhaps time passes more slowly when you're not looking forward to it. It seemed that only ten minutes had passed since the call to Meng Rong, but suddenly it was nine o'clock at night.
All the employees in the company had already left work, leaving only Mu Junze alone. He was feeling irritated and rubbing his temples, wondering when Meng Nianchu would come.
Just as he was thinking, there was a soft "click" sound from the door.
He looked up and met Meng Rong's face. She had removed the bandage on her face, revealing a wound the size of a thumb on her left cheek.
Caught off guard by such a face, Mu Junze frowned tightly.
Meng Rong lay on the table, propping her chin with both hands and sticking out her rear end forcefully. She said coyly, "Junze, you've become even more handsome after not seeing you for so long."
No matter when she saw Mu Junze, he always had such an incredibly charming appearance.
Mu Junze pursed his thin lips tightly.
Meng Rong giggled and walked around the table. She stood directly in front of Mu Junze and affectionately held his big hand: "I really didn't expect you to call me yourself and ask me to come out and stay with you at night."
Her small hand slowly moved from his chest to his cheek. Meng Rong looked at him greedily: "I've been waiting for you for so long."
"Did you finally see Meng Nianchu's true face and realize what a disgusting person she is? It's good for you to know earlier. Such a woman is not worthy of your kindness at all. She has no right! I like you and love you more than she does. I would never be like her!"
After saying that, her red lips were about to touch Mu Junze.
Instinctively, Mu Junze reached out and pinched her face.
"Junze." Meng Rong's words were slurred.
Mu Junze forcefully shook her off, quickly stood up, took two big steps back to keep a distance from her, and his eyes showed aloofness.
Meng Rong complained aggrievedly: "Junze, what are you doing? I really like you. Since Meng Nianchu has done such a shameless thing, why do you still remain faithful to her! She's just a slut. She can't wait to throw herself at every man she sees. You..."
"Shut up!" Mu Junze frowned and shouted loudly.
Meng Rong was so frightened that her whole body trembled violently. Tears welled up in her eyes: "You can't see someone like me who likes you so much, but you just like Meng Nianchu. What's so good about her!"
"Did you frame Nianchu?" Mu Junze's phone in his hand suddenly vibrated twice. He opened his lips and asked coldly.
Meng Rong's expression instantly froze: "Wh, what?"
Mu Junze took a step closer to her. Unconsciously, Meng Rong took a step back: "Did you frame Nianchu for having an affair with another man?"
"How could I? I would never do..."
Suddenly, Mu Junze played the recording saved on his phone.
"We've been so discreet about this. How could Meng Nianchu find out? I've blocked all the places that should be blocked. She definitely won't find out."
"I just want Meng Nianchu to live a life worse than death. I want to ruin her reputation. I'll get the man I love back by any means!"
"..."
Meng Rong's voice kept coming from the phone. Meng Rong's expression changed from helplessness to a sneer. With tears in her eyes, she looked at Mu Junze in realization.
"So the reason you finally called me here is just to question me about this, not to..." The rest of the words got stuck in her throat. Meng Rong sneered and said, "Even if I did it, so what? I just don't like you being so nice to her. I want to destroy her. So what!"
"If you hadn't always ignored me, I wouldn't have done such a thing. If you could just spare me a little bit of your attention, things wouldn't be like this now!"
After hysterically shouting out the grievances that had been pent up in her heart for a long time, Meng Rong lowered her head and glanced at the sexy spaghetti - strap dress she had worn specially for Mu Junze.
"I've done so much for you, but you can't see anything. Even though the photos are right in front of you, you still believe Meng Nianchu! You deliberately called me to the office just to question me. When will you ever trust me unconditionally, Mu Junze!"
"Do you deserve it!"
Meng Nianchu's voice suddenly sounded from behind. Immediately afterwards, a group of reporters swarmed in. They held their cameras and kept taking pictures of Meng Rong.
Meng Rong covered her face in a panic and glared at Meng Nianchu with hatred in her eyes: "Why are you everywhere!"
"Are the things you just said true?"
"Did you deliberately fabricate the photos of Miss Meng sleeping with a strange man on Weibo?"
"Why did you do this?"
In an instant, Meng Rong was cornered by the reporters.
Meng Nianchu stood beside Mu Junze, slightly raising her chin. She looked at Meng Rong with disdain as if she were a lamb at her mercy: "You've brought this upon yourself!"
"Meng Nianchu!"
Now that her appearance was ruined and she had lost her confidence in front of the camera, Meng Rong was surrounded by so many reporters. With the flashlights constantly going off, her mental state had completely collapsed. She cried and ran towards Meng Nianchu.
Mu Junze suddenly stepped in front of Meng Nianchu, grabbed Meng Rong's arm, and threw her to the ground. His cold eyes were full of threats.