Chapter 580 - The Scandal

Apart from Ye Wei’s laughter, the conference hall was silent. When they heard her carefree laughter, they could not help but imagine their celibate second master becoming a beast under the sheets. Truth is, these pushed the imagination of those geriatrics to the limit as nobody could imagine Mo Jue becoming a beast under the sheets.

It was even more so for people who knew him from back to back. They found it exceptionally hard to imagine it.

Ye Wei looked at everybody around the conference hall and cursed in her heart. Those old perverts’ looks gave them away. That was the effect she wanted.

She seemed to have suppressed Mo Jue’s temper. As a matter of fact, Mo Jue was a rare good man; at least Ye Wei felt so in a few areas. As long as she made no mention of leaving him, he would completely yield to her to the point she could have her way with him and he would be willing to do something silly—all these for want of her staying.

He would show his utmost faithfulness to the very end.

However, if one went against his wishes and left him, he would fly into a terrible rage. Those who saw how he flew into a rage when Mo Ye was grievously wounded would know that he could be utterly cold.

Although the most important reason for such was to resolve the problems between the two governments, part of the reason was to take it out on Mo Ye’s behalf.

A man like him could love, hate, rejoice, and despise to the extreme. It felt terrifying.

“Hey, don’t you agree? Say something, won’t you? Stop keeping quiet! I have at least done something for you for quite some time,” Ye Wei said and laughed gorgeously with a few hints of sexiness. “We, Chinese, have a saying that goes ‘A dog that bites its master is up to no good’. Since your second master is such a wise person, why should I do things behind his back? Aren’t you all doubting his IQ? To think about it, this is kind of how you have somebody take the position. So, Richie, that piece of junk, is your own, the upcoming godfather that you strongly favor to the point of putting in the pain to nurture him. But he boldly sold the Mafia out. In that case, could I consider you all traitors too?”

“Nonsense!” An elder flew into a rage and slammed the table as he pointed at Ye Wei. “What slander is this! You shouldn’t even be here!”

There was a huge ‘thud’ and the solid table was missing a corner. Wood splinters flew and everybody was shocked. Mo Jue coldly said, “Who are you scolding? Who are you to tell my woman to f*** off! You’re asking for it!”

Cloud secretly smiled. Their second master was really impressive, and so strong to the point a corner chipped off the table. It was terrifying.

Ye Wei casually looked at him. He was indeed mad!

But she couldn’t help but feel a little sweetness in her heart.

The elder fell silent. Mo Jue squinted dangerously and coldly said, “Isn’t she correct? If you are accusing her of slander, aren’t you all slanderers too?”

“Mo Jue, she belongs to the terrorist organization.”

“Richie is your own too. If Wei Wei did betray me, where’s the proof? Richie’s betrayal of the Mafia was clearly documented. Or to put it differently, did you implicitly allow him to waste me?” Mo Jue sounded so cold that everybody around him could die from the frostbite.

If it weren’t for Ye Wei reminding him, he almost forgot that. While it was kind of unruly and unreasonable, the problem lay in how excellent a negative example it was to be well-used.

Cloud could not help but have huge praise for her. Ye Wei was indeed wise-cracking enough to shut those antiques up with an over-the-top diatribe and improvise a case against them with Richie, indirectly reminding Mo Jue to exploit it. She was simply too smart.

Some people were just that excellent at thinking on their feet, and one had to give it to them. She had stood there for long but did not think of Richie whom she could exploit. Mo Jue did not think of it either.

Ye Wei stopped talking and then stood next to Cloud. Watching Mo Jue argue with the elders seemed to be fun.

Mo Jue naturally won, and the Elders’ Court stormed away in anger. All discussions fell. They, at least, would not openly pick on Ye Wei. She, now wanting to make things difficult for Mo Jue, also stopped interfering in the internal affairs of the Mafia and had Mo Jue manage everything himself.

Mo Jue had the ability to manage the Mafia’s internal affairs on his own, but the key problem was how work occupied almost all his time and he simply had no time to spend with Ye Wei. This left him feeling extremely stifled.

Apart from that, something else happened, which almost destroyed Ye Wei and Mo Jue’s relationship.

That was a night where Ye Wei and Cloud, both with nothing to do, went to have fun at a nightclub under the Mafia’s name. As the work that Cloud was responsible for had ended, she could relax for a few days. Ye Wei was a party animal and both had a whale of fun. When they returned, Cloud returned to her room and she went to the study room to look for Mo Jue, thinking he could be there. When she reached the study room, little did she expect Mo Jue to be with a woman whose shoulders were barred, and the latter almost pressed her body on his. The two people were murmuring about something, and Mo Jue was so deep in thought to the point he did not realize she was at the door.

To Ye Wei, what she witnessed was kinky and NSFW and she flew into a rage. If she did not know that Mo Jue, the idiot, was head over heels for her and would absolutely not screw around with other women, she would have already left in a huff.

Her believing him was one thing, and him allowing other women to have their way with him was another. The scores should be separately settled.

Mo Jue, after discovering her, noticed her gorgeous smile. An aghast look flashed across his face before he realized they were in a compromising position. He hurriedly pushed the woman away before walking toward Ye Wei hurriedly.

“I hate the scent of perfume,” Ye Wei coldly replied. Mo Jue’s face sank, and he then realized that he had caught her perfume. He gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Wei with sunken anger before saying, “You don’t believe me?”

Ye Wei coldly harrumphed and did not reply. ‘If I didn’t believe you, I would have long been gone.’

She looked at the woman Mo Jue was looking at. She was tall and had a gorgeous figure, with golden-brown hair and beady eyes. She was especially beautiful and was also the daughter of one of the elders in the Mafia. Her name was Daiya Getrella, the top commander of the Mafia’s intelligence arm. She was similar in position to Birmingham in intelligence and was the goddess amongst the men in the Mafia. Birmingham rode in on Mo Ye’s coattails and she was the only commander in intelligence who directly reported to Mo Ye.

She was talented, good-looking, and capable. Even as she faced off against Ye Wei, she was still easy-going and did not show the slightest fear. The two of them officially greeted each other.

Her gaze toward Mo Jue left Ye Wei feeling different. She could keenly feel that she was interested in Mo Jue. Who would, in the dead of a windy night, dress so minimally? She couldn’t possibly be trying to catch a cold, was she?

Something was clearly going on, and Mo Jue, that fool, did not seem to know anything, thinking that she was there to talk about work with him.

“Hi, I am Daiya Getrella. Miss Ye, I have heard much about you.”

“Ye Wei!” Ye Wei said her name and politely smiled. “It is late. I will not interrupt your discussions.”

Ye Wei turned away. Mo Jue thought she was angry and quickly grabbed her. Ye Wei would never allow him to have his wish and darted away. Mo Jue told Daiya they would continue the discussion tomorrow before leaving in a hurry.

He did not see the smile that flashed past Daiya’s face.

It seemed that the rumors were real. Mo Jue was indeed smitten with Ye Wei to the point even she could tell. Ye Wei was not angry, just somewhat indifferent. She deliberately used information about Eleven to distract Mo Jue so that he would not realize that Ye Wei was here and then deliberately drew closer to him so that Ye Wei could see their somewhat questionable posture.

It was not as effective as she thought.

Ye Wei was not angry. Did she not care?

Today, despite Mo Jue trying to explain himself, Ye Wei did not listen to him but merely complained that he smelled too good. Mo Jue walked into the bathroom with a glum face. Ye Wei had too much fun earlier and fell asleep soon. When he realized that he was duped, he was both humored and angry.

But it was even more assuring. Every time Ye Wei trusted him that bit more, his heart was that bit calmer.

The next day, a rumor about Mo Jue and Daiya appeared from nowhere within the Mafia. One had no idea how the rumor came about, and the rumor was about them about to get married together. The godfather marrying the daughter of an elder in a marriage of power would unify the two power blocs within the Mafia and benefit the outlook of the Mafia.

The original rumor did not reach Mo Jue and Ye Wei, and it was Ye Wei who unintentionally caught wind of it. Daiya’s father shockingly mentioned that his daughter’s marriage was around the corner at a Mafia banquet, and when asked who the other person was, the elder mentioned it was their own.

Speculation about Mo Jue and Daiya’s wedding became even more intense to the point it spread like wildfire. When Mo Jue knew about it, almost everybody in the Mafia had known that their godfather was about to marry their goddess.

Mo Jue flew into a rage and asked Birmingham how the rumor had spread. Birmingham said somebody saw Daiya come out from his study room that night and Ye Wei was utterly furious. The rumor hence spread.

Mo Jue gritted his teeth.

Ye Wei, on the other hand, coldly laughed. What hogwash! Daiya was the top commander of the intelligence arm, and her livelihood? Collecting intelligence! An expert at gathering intelligence should be able to expertly and quickly spread rumors beyond what anybody else could imagine.