My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 781 - 701: Showing Off and Getting Slapped in the Face on the Spot

Mo Wenwan knew it was Xue Sheng. She had deliberately asked in that way earlier, her indifferent expression tinged with a hint of surprise. After seriously pondering for a moment, she slowed her speech and finally said, "One doesn’t visit the Temple of Three Treasures for nothing. If you have something to say, just say it."

"I... I hope you can give me a hand."

Mo Wenwan was puzzled by Xue Sheng’s words. "What do you mean?"

With difficulty, Xue Sheng explained his bankruptcy. It turned out that Lv Pingting’s father had seized the opportunity to suppress his company after their falling-out, ultimately leading to his financial ruin. Now that he was desperate and had nowhere else to turn, he thought of Mo Wenwan.

Upon hearing all this, a different thought surfaced in Mo Wenwan’s mind. She recalled how, back then, she had not hesitated to sever ties with Lv Pingting because Xue Sheng had been useful to her, even paying a price for that decision. But now that he had lost his utility, there was no way she would get involved in this mess. She wasn’t going to do anything that wouldn’t benefit her.

Her impatience was conveyed through her tone, and her gaze carried a hint of deeper meaning. Casually shifting to use her left hand, she walked over to the glass window and said, "Xue Sheng, do you really think this is the best time to come to me? We’ve already settled our accounts long ago. Because of you, things became irreparable between Lv Pingting and me, ending on a terribly sour note. Who exactly am I supposed to hold accountable for that?"

Xue Sheng’s heart sank upon hearing Mo Wenwan’s words. His face darkened, and his tone grew hostile. "Mo Wenwan, you’re heartless. Now that I’m of no use to you, you want to watch me die and kick me out, do you?"

"Xue Sheng, you’re a businessman—you should be sharp enough to understand. Our relationship has always been one of mutual exploitation. Since that’s the case, there’s no justification for us to keep in touch. You’ve hit a dead end and are asking me for help, but what can you offer me in return? I’m not running a charity, nor am I someone who does philanthropy for free. You’re barking up the wrong tree."

Mo Wenwan’s words fiercely wounded Xue Sheng’s pride. He had come to her only because he was truly desperate and out of options. Instead, he was humiliated to the point of utter embarrassment. Gritting his teeth, he spat out his threat, "Fine, Mo Wenwan, you’re ruthless enough. But let me tell you, if I ever catch you slipping, I won’t let you off the hook."

Mo Wenwan hung up the phone, thinking to herself that Xue Sheng was nothing more than a rabid dog now. He was cornered, and no amount of struggling would change his fate. A hopeless case was a hopeless case. She reflected on Xue Sheng’s current situation, sneering coldly with disdain.

Back at the film set, Hua Tiantian, who wasn’t entirely sober yet, finally fully woke up the next morning. As she opened her eyes, the glaring sunlight made her instinctively shut them again. Her sensitive nose caught a whiff of lingering alcohol on her body, and she subconsciously lifted the thin blanket covering herself.

"I bet I went straight to bed without even showering last night."

Though she knew she had fallen asleep in a filthy state, she still found herself disgusted after waking up fully. Without hesitation, Hua Tiantian dashed into the bathroom.

The assistant was awakened by the sound of running water. It wasn’t even 7:30 yet when she opened her groggy eyes and watched Hua Tiantian, whose damp hair hung loosely, rubbing her own eyes as she spoke, "You’re up so early."

"I slept last night reeking of alcohol. I’ve reached the limit of my tolerance."

"When I brought you back yesterday, you had already passed out. I didn’t think you wouldn’t move an inch all night—I was worried you wouldn’t even wake up today!"

Hua Tiantian thought back to how much fun she’d had the previous night. It had been so long since she had indulged herself in getting drunk, and she couldn’t help but laugh. "Last night was really relaxing. It’s a rare occasion to have four of us drinking and chatting together. Opportunities like that are so few and far between."

"Exactly. I saw that President Qin was completely hammered."

"Wasn’t she just? But Sister Miaomiao shared so many heartfelt thoughts with me—it left quite an impression."

Hua Tiantian replayed the evening in her mind, realizing that could truly learn a lot from Qin Miaomiao, especially when it came to interpersonal relationships.