Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 483: Inexpensive True Love

"Fine," Zhai Wenyan stepped aside without another word.

He believed she would handle it beautifully.

Mo Fan seductively brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and began to speak in a measured tone, "Did you just say your love with Mo Wanchang is true love?"

"That’s right! What about it?! Are you jealous?!" Zhang Wenxian was smug beyond measure.

Too bad, that cheap woman died early; she couldn’t witness the loving scene between her and Wan Chang.

"Nothing, I just want to test your ’true love’ for you..." Mo Fan’s lips curled into a smirk, and she called out to a certain direction in the crowd, "Mo Wanchang, why don’t you come out, let me witness your true love?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Mo Wanchang, standing among the crowd, had an extremely ugly look on his face. Glancing at his father beside him, seeing that he was keeping a two-meter distance as if clearly not wanting to be associated with him, he understood the message.

In his heart, he cursed Mo Fan as a jinx; whenever this family member appeared, nothing good ever happened.

"Husband, come here..." Zhang Wenxian petulantly cooed, inducing a wave of goosebumps among the onlookers.

You call him husband and no one minds, but you’re an old lady still calling like that, in this kind of setting, have you no shame?

Mo Wanchang was a thousand times unwilling to step out and embarrass himself, desperately signaling to Mo Lingwei not far away, who seemed to ignore him as if she had not seen anything.

"Husband~"

"Madam, please be mindful of the setting; if you want to act shamelessly, find another place."

A disgruntled female voice came from the crowd, an old woman like her, if not for knowing she had a husband, you’d think she was hitting on a man.

All the socialites and ladies present felt embarrassed just hearing such coquettish and intimate tones—she didn’t blush, but they did.

"Tsk," Mo Fan chuckled.

Zhang Wenxian’s face turned an unsightly shade of green, ignoring the gazes around her, she went straight over and dragged Mo Wanchang to her side.

"Say it, how will you verify this?" Zhang Wenxian looked at her smugly, refusing to believe Mo Wanchang would abandon her for this vile woman.

"It’s very simple... I want Mo Wanchang to divorce you!"

The surrounding people did not expect Mo Fan to make such a demand. Though they felt sorry for her, it seemed impossible.

"Hahaha... That’s hilarious. Are you dreaming? Why would Wan Chang ever divorce me?" Zhang Wenxian threw back her head and laughed loudly, hands on hips.

Mo Wanchang too thought Mo Fan was being ridiculously fanciful, his face darkening,"Impossible."

How could he possibly divorce Zhang Wenxian just because of her petty words? If not for others around, he would have thought he had hearing problems.

"Don’t be in such a hurry to say no. First look at your phone. I’m going to count to three, and I want to hear your answer," Mo Fan said with a smirk, letting Zhang Wenxian mock her.

"One."

"You might as well give up that idea. Wan Chang will never divorce me," Zhang Wenxian said with a triumphant smile.

Mo Lingwei, at the back of the crowd, also thought Mo Fan was humiliating herself—how could her parents possibly divorce because of her?

Dubious, Mo Wanchang opened his mobile phone and saw a text message from an unknown number. The content caused his face to change dramatically.

"Two."

"Slap!"

A sharp slap rang out.

"You wretch, what have you been doing behind my back?"

Mo Wanchang’s hand delivered a fierce slap across Zhang Wenxian’s face, veins bulging with anger.

Zhang Wenxian’s mind went blank, her smile slowly turned into disbelief, "You hit me? You dare hit me?"

Mo Wanchang had clearly been pushed to the limit, "Not only will I hit you, but I also want a divorce from you!"

The sudden change in events was unexpected for everyone present, even Zhai Quan looked at Mo Fan in surprise, not knowing what she had done to make Mo Wanchang change his mind so quickly.

"It seems I don’t need to count to three after all." Mo Fan looked at Zhang Wenxian with composure and indifference, as if everything was under her control.

"Fanfan..." Mo Wanchang’s attitude changed 360 degrees, fawning over Mo Fan, "You see..."

Although he didn’t know how Mo Fan had managed to connect with certain people, he didn’t dare to gamble; Lou Ting could crush the Mo Family so easily.

"Don’t call me so affectionately; we’re not close." Mo Fan’s face remained expressionless as she withdrew her gaze, spotting the Ji Family’s security approaching from a distance, and said with a curved lip smile, "It looks like you’re about to be thrown out."

"The two of you, please leave; the Ji Family does not welcome you."

Mo Wanchang’s face immediately darkened, cursing inwardly at Mo Fan for being an ingrate, raising her all these years only for this to be how she repaid the Mo Family.

Zhang Wenxian had completely lost her reason, acting out desperately, "I won’t go, why should I go! She’s the one who should leave! I demand her invitation be checked; she sneaked in here, just to flirt with men, you all better watch your husbands and sons, don’t let this vixen bewitch them!"

"Wow, is this how the Ji Family treats its guests? My daughter is, after all, a B-level member of the Black Alliance... If the Black Alliance finds out the Ji Family has bullied me like this, they certainly won’t let you off..."

The crowd began to whisper amongst themselves.

"Ah, I finally remember who this woman is, she’s the lady who moved up from being the Mo Family’s mistress, now it all makes sense why she looked so familiar..."

"Indeed, mistress turned wife, no wonder she’s inherently cheap, her behavior and speech aren’t like those of a high-society lady at all..."

"Pfft, the Mo Family counts as high society? If it weren’t for the sake of Mo Lingwei being a B-level member of the Black Alliance and giving the Mo Family some face, they wouldn’t even get to attend a banquet like this. Speaking of which, where has Mo Lingwei gone?"

The crowd began to look for Mo Lingwei’s figure.

At this moment, Mo Lingwei wished she could find a hole to crawl into, and upon hearing her name mentioned, she quickly fled.

"You’ve heard of the Black Alliance, right? My daughter is Xiangcai’s apprentice; the Black Alliance is famous for protecting its own, you dare mistreat me, and the Black Alliance will definitely not let you go!"

Zhang Wenxian sat on the ground, glaring venomously at Mo Fan.

"I wasn’t aware that the Black Alliance has started taking orders from a shrew like you?"

A boisterous male voice reached everyone’s ears from the crowd; seeing who it was, nearly everyone’s face changed.

"It’s the Vice President of the Black Alliance, Wu Er."

Because Wu Yi often sent Wu Er out to attend various banquets and social events, there wasn’t anyone in the Beijing socialite circle who didn’t recognize him.

Of course, this was limited to the upper-class circles, and the likes of the Mo Family from lower circles certainly didn’t recognize Wu Er.

Elder Ji really did invite all the prestigious power players of Beijing, if the Black Alliance sent Wu Er, then who had Golden Net sent?!

One by one, the crowd’s faces turned curious; the drama seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

It appeared that Vice President Wu intended to stand up for Mo Fan?

Just what exactly is Mo Fan’s identity?!

Obviously, Zhang Wenxian also heard the murmurs from the crowd, her eyes lit up upon seeing Wu Er, and she crawled to his feet, "Vice President Wu, you must seek justice for me, this woman bullied a member’s family of the Black Alliance, isn’t that disregarding the Black Alliance..."

Wu Er was frightened by Zhang Wenxian’s ghastly face and kicked her away, "What in the world is that face!"

Zhang Wenxian, covered in wine stains, after crying for quite some time, and with her heavy makeup, now looked even more hideous than a ghost.