After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him-Chapter 655 - 653: Will It Affect Your Plan?

Lu Zhaozhao listened to Xia Wenmo’s words, her eyes filled with worry as they shifted toward Song Sinian at her side, "Mr. Song, will the replacement of Xiao Mo with Zhao Qingfeng affect your plan?"

She still remembered that the schemes planned by Mr. Song and her elder brother were mainly focused on striking at Xiao Mo.

Now that it was suddenly Zhao Qingfeng, she was a bit worried about the plan changing.

Song Sinian gave a light chuckle, raised his hand, and soothingly ruffled Lu Zhaozhao’s hair, "Don’t worry. Xiao Mo was already weak, and now replaced by Zhao Qingfeng who is even weaker than him, how could they possibly turn the tables?"

Lu Zhaozhao, hearing Song Sinian’s words, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there was no impact, that was good.

As for Xiao Mo, let Xia Wenjin handle him however he wanted; after all, this was what Xiao Mo deserved.

Every cause has its effect, and his retribution was Xia Wenjin...

Deep into the night, inside the West Suburb Abandoned Factory.

Xiao Mo was bound by two iron chains at his wrists, completely immobilized.

Dried blood still marked his forehead, his clothes were filthy, and he looked utterly wretched.

His eyebrows were furrowed tightly, still pondering who had laid their hands on him.

Song Sinian?

He had found out what he’d been doing?

Impossible, even if Song Sinian had discovered it, he wouldn’t have someone tie him up and bring him here.

Then who could it be?

He didn’t remember offending any powerful figures recently.

While he was lost in thought, a woman’s figure slowly appeared before him, and Xiao Mo was stunned.

Because he did not recognize the person at all.

"Why have you brought me here?" Xiao Mo forced himself to remain calm, still holding onto a sliver of hope that maybe the person had got the wrong person, and then he could be easily let go.

Xia Wenjin looked at Xiao Mo, trying hard to maintain his composure, and scoffed, "Why have you been brought here? Do you really have no idea? How many good deeds have you, Mr. Xiao Mo, done that I would need to jog your memory?"

Hearing himself referred to as "Mr. Xiao Mo," his face instantly darkened.

This meant the person had come directly for him and hadn’t made a mistake or got the wrong person.

But Xiao Mo stared at Xia Wenjin’s face for a long time and could not find any information related to this woman in his mind.

He had no choice but to stiffen his resolve and speak again, "Miss, I have no quarrel with you; if I have offended you in some way, we can talk it out."

"Oh? Talk it out? But I don’t want to..." Xia Wenjin sneered, then waved at the two bodyguards beside her, signalling one of them to approach with a baton, while the other one took out a phone and aimed it at Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo’s heart suddenly seized with nerves, and he instinctively tried to move back, but both his hands were chained, making it impossible to evade.

As he saw the tall bodyguard approaching him with the electric shock baton, Xiao Mo yelled even louder, "We can talk this out, whatever I did wrong, I can apologize! Truly! Just tell me where I was mistaken!"

A wise man submits to the circumstances; whatever the other party demanded, he was prepared to agree.

After all, his life was most important.

Xia Wenjin saw his panic-stricken expression and suddenly remembered Xiao Mo’s ferocious face as he used those disgusting things on her.

He said he loved hearing her scream in agony, and now, she wanted to hear it too.

Before Xia Wenjin could snap out of her thoughts, the tall bodyguard had already pressed the electric shock baton against Xiao Mo’s body.

"Ah!!!!"

A scream akin to that of a pig being slaughtered instantly filled the sky.

Xia Wenjin’s lips curled slightly, and she suddenly understood why Xiao Mo loved listening so much, that trembling and desperate voice somehow sounded quite pleasant.

Was this the legendary process of doubting someone, understanding someone, and then becoming someone?

Xia Wenjin’s gaze fell on the electric shock baton in the tall bodyguard’s hand, and suddenly gestured for him to hand it over.

Now that she had understood someone and become someone, her next step was to surpass that someone.

To let him truly feel the despair she had experienced during that period.

"Enjoy it, Young Master Xiao Mo," she taunted, "after all, we will be spending a lot of time together in the future. You better behave..."

"Wait, wait a moment, I... AHH!!!"

Before Xiao Mo could finish his words, he screamed out in agony once again.

Xia Wenjin was in no hurry; every time Xiao Mo managed to say a word or half a word, she would shock him a few times, toying with him like a caught mouse.

Letting him think he had a chance, yet entirely indifferent to his plight.

This feeling of complete control over someone’s destiny was particularly comforting for Xia Wenjin.

It didn’t take long before Xiao Mo was tormented into a sorry state by her.

Having been tormented by Xiao Mo before, Xia Wenjin of course knew to what extent he could be pushed without serious consequences.

This was indeed thanks to him, but she didn’t want him to know that just yet.

She wanted to keep having her fun with him.

Xia Wenjin thought this and gave her bodyguards a look, instructing, "Keep a close eye on him. Don’t let him die. I still want to play with him in the future. After all, where else would I find such an entertaining toy?"

"Yes, Miss," responded the two bodyguards almost in unison.

Although they were speechless about her actions, as long as she didn’t harm anyone from the Xia Family, they didn’t mind helping out.

Moreover, since Xiao Mo was disliked by the Xia Family, they cared even less.

Leaving the West Suburb Abandoned Factory, Xia Wenjin got straight into the car, and only once the two bodyguards were onboard did she speak up, "How’s Zhao Qingfeng doing?"

"Uh..." The conspicuous silence from the two bodyguards immediately gave Xia Wenjin a bad feeling.

Zhao Qingfeng was an unstable man to begin with, which is why she didn’t consult him before taking the liberty to give him plastic surgery to look like Xiao Mo.

If she had discussed it with him, who knew what trouble he might have caused.

So, she had to act now and explain later.

Xia Wenjin’s eyebrows knotted in an instant, "Did he run away?"

Both bodyguards shook their heads.

"No, Miss. It’s just that he’s currently staying at a hotel, and the people the hotel hires... are a bit of a mixed bag," the tall bodyguard said, without looking at Xia Wenjin’s face.

After all, it was quite difficult to say such things, especially to a woman.

The short bodyguard had a similar expression to the tall one, with a feeling of being at a loss for words.

"The good thing is the hotel staff are our people. If someone familiar with Xiao Mo saw him, chances are... it might give the game away."

Xia Wenjin’s face grew even more displeased, and though she didn’t know the specifics of what the two were referring to, she knew it couldn’t be good.

Her expression changed and changed again, and she said in a serious tone, "What exactly did he do in the hotel? I want the two of you to report to me in detail!"