Let’s rewind to the moment when Xu Mo was bitten by the first nano-mosquito.
It wasn’t that Xu Mo’s body had some kind of immunity to all poisons.
Nor was it that the medicine carried by Gao Liming’s nano-mosquitoes was fake.
It wasn’t that the medicine had no effect on Xu Mo either.
None of that.
So, the truth was simple:
The nano-mosquito was just too weak.
It couldn’t penetrate his defenses.
Xu Mo’s innate “Golden Bell Shield” and “Iron Shirt” automatically blocked the nano-mosquito’s bite.
Even if you threw Xu Mo into the wilderness,
you wouldn’t have to worry about him getting bitten by mosquitoes.
After all, this guy was harder than a rock.
Ahem, ahem…
As for the icy sensation Xu Mo felt,
it was because the medicine carried by the nano-mosquito had leaked out.
That stuff didn’t have any corrosive effect on the skin.
And once it spilled out,
it would evaporate completely within a certain amount of time.
No traces left to investigate.
Kill someone, steal their goods.
The medicine works like a charm.
Meanwhile, the entire film crew was in position.
Liu Yong picked up the walkie-talkie, his heart racing, his hands trembling.
“All members, get into position!”
“Scene 36 of ‘The Spy Couple,’ action!”
The actors quickly took their places, embodying their roles.
The set soon became lively.
Outside the filming area,
“Um… excuse me, Miss Yang, Miss Shen, the crew is filming right now. No one is allowed to get close.”
The security guard was the same as before,
but this time, the people he was dealing with were far more important.
His stuttering was understandable.
It wasn’t that Yang Jingying and Shen Manni were big shots,
and that’s why he stuttered.
On the contrary,
Yang Jingying and Shen Manni were just too stunning.
They stood out in any crowd!
Unlike him,
who would disappear without a trace if thrown into a crowd.
Yang Jingying smiled. “Of course, I know they’re filming. I’m not here to cause trouble. Just go in and inform them that I need to speak with Xu Mo.”
Another security guard approached.
The guards exchanged glances,
discussed briefly,
and immediately, one of them went inside to relay the message.
“Maybe I’m overthinking it…” Shen Manni muttered, glancing around.
The scene was set up outdoors.
It seemed like a legitimate film production.
Yang Jingying shared a similar thought.
Just then,
before the staff member who went inside could return,
a soft, girlish voice called out.
“What a coincidence! Sister Jingying, what are you doing here?”
Yang Jingying and Shen Manni were startled for a moment.
Then, following the voice,
they saw Xu Shi and Zhou Qiaoqiao approaching.
History seemed to be repeating itself.
The last time the four of them met like this,
it was at the police station.
Well… to bail Xu Mo out.
“Looking for your brother. I need to talk to him,”
Yang Jingying said with a smile, her gaze shifting to Zhou Qiaoqiao, who was also smiling.
Zhou Qiaoqiao looked at her, her bold brick-red lips moving slightly.
“You have something to say to my husband? You don’t need to go through the trouble. You can tell me, and I’ll relay it to him.”
“Or, if you prefer, we can handle it this way. I’m not one to make a fuss.”
It wasn’t hard to guess why Yang Jingying was here.
The truth had come out during the last birthday party.
With oil prices plummeting again recently,
and the discovery of the third world-class oil field,
Zhou Qiaoqiao felt there was no need to hold back anymore.
It was time to make it clear to them
who the future daughter-in-law of the Xu family would be!
After all, the “other woman” would always be in the shadows,
looked down upon by friends and family,
and never receiving the parents’ blessing.
In anime and novels, it might not matter,
but this was real life.
Yang Jingying narrowed her eyes slightly, her tone mocking.
“Are you that confident you can win Xu Mo over?”
“I’ve known him longer than you’ve even been in the picture.”
Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled sweetly. “It’s not that I’m confident.”
She paused, then added with a playful tone,
“It’s just that your Xu Mo has always been mine.”
The tension was palpable.
Shen Manni and Xu Shi stayed silent on the sidelines,
quietly watching the two women “duel.”
Both of them were trying their best to stay inconspicuous,
hoping to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
Xu Shi wanted to bide her time, waiting for the right moment to make a big move.
The timing was almost perfect.
As for Shen Manni, her reason for staying low-key was simple.
She had once ignored Xu Mo,
but now that she realized she had feelings for him,
she had come back.
If word got out,
it would be a blow to her pride.
The security guards and bodyguards were practically drooling.
They thought Yang Jingying and Shen Manni
were already the pinnacle of beauty.
But now, two more stunning women had arrived.
They couldn’t believe their luck.
In one day, they had encountered
four of Magic City’s most prestigious and beautiful goddesses!
And all of them were here for Xu Mo!
“Damn… I’m so jealous. Young Master Xu is living the dream! Four super beauties, all here for him.”
“Old Ye, what are you talking about? One of them is Xu Mo’s sister. So, it’s only three.”
“Wait, which one is his sister?”
“The oldest one.”
“Yang… Miss Yang?”
“Are you an idiot? How could you think of Miss Yang? Her last name is Yang, not Xu!”
“Cough… age… ahem…”
The security guard whispered,
walking on thin ice.
He kept his voice as low as possible!
Seeing his colleague’s knowing look,
the guard quickly scanned the group again.
It didn’t take long to find her.
After all, there were only four of them.
Following the literal meaning,
he soon spotted Xu Shi.
When he saw her,
the guard nearly lost his composure.
He was on the verge of a nosebleed.
Realizing how foolish he had been earlier,
he felt even more embarrassed.
His colleague had given him a clear hint,
but he had still gone about it the wrong way.
“Good heavens, the Xu family must have some amazing meals!”
“Of course, they’re the top prestigious family in Magic City. How could their food be anything less than extraordinary?”
A gaze suddenly turned their way.
The two security guards froze,
their faces tightening.
It was Xu Shi looking at them.
She was smiling faintly, her eyes fixed on them.
The two guards broke out in a cold sweat.
They had been whispering as quietly as possible,
but somehow, she had still heard them.
Unbelievable!
Or maybe she hadn’t heard them.
But either way, the guards didn’t dare to look at Xu Shi anymore.
“Miss Yang, Miss Shen, you can go in now! Director Liu has approved your visit…”
As soon as the guard who had gone inside finished speaking,
one… two… three… four…
Wait, how did the number go up to four?
No, two more people had arrived!
“This is Xu Mo’s sister, Xu Shi. She’s also here to visit.”
Yang Jingying introduced,
tactically ignoring Zhou Qiaoqiao.
Leaving the “queen of demons” to the side.
“Uh… and you are…?”
“Zhou Qiaoqiao, Xu Mo’s wife.”
“Oh, Miss Zhou! My apologies, I just remembered. Please, go ahead.”
The guard quickly realized and signaled his colleagues to let them through.
Liu Yong had already told the guards
not to bother him with such trivial questions in the future.
Just let them in first.
These were important figures,
people even Liu Yong wouldn’t dare to offend,
let alone the security guards.

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