Chapter 167: You Truly Are a Fool

He stared at Yang Ling, waved his hand before Yang Ling could speak, and said, "Never mind. Young Master Yang is a man of status. If you were to lose, it would be too embarrassing. Let's drop it."

Yang Ling originally wanted to ignore him, but upon hearing Mo Han's words, he couldn't help but sneer.

Him? Lose?

Could he possibly lose a bet against a driver?

"Fine! Then let's make a bet!"

Yang Ling scoffed, "If you lose, you have to eat every single one of these pastries!"

On the tray were piled enough pastries to fill the stomachs of three to five people.

Mo Han nodded. "A man of his word must honor his bets."

Yang Ling glanced at Mo Han, then looked down at Mo Han's stomach, let out a cold laugh, and set down his wine glass.

Immediately afterward, he walked straight toward Li An'an.

"Young Master Yang, may I have this dance?"

Before Yang Ling even reached Li An'an, women along the way invited him to dance, but he rejected them all.

He was so popular, and his charm had never needed to be proven over all these years.

Even people more accomplished and of higher status than Li An'an had never refused him. Yang Ling didn't believe for a second that he would lose this bet.

"Just a little driver, yet he wants to put on airs in front of me?"

Yang Ling sneered inwardly. "You're about to learn what a real gap looks like!"

Lin Ling stood nearby. Several people wanted to invite her to dance, but upon seeing Yang Ling approach, they consciously stepped aside.

They possessed self-awareness and knew that comparing themselves to Yang Ling was futile.

Better not go over and humiliate themselves.

"An'an?"

This time, Yang Ling called her directly by her first name.

His face was wreathed in smiles, and his handsome features looked like the warm, charming sunshine of March.

"President Yang."

Li An'an nodded slightly, seeming somewhat unaccustomed to Yang Ling addressing her so informally.

"May I invite you to dance?"

Yang Ling placed one hand behind his back, extended the other, and made a gesture of invitation.

Gentlemanly and elegant.

The gazes directed at Li An'an by the surrounding crowd grew even more envious.

Even though Tiny Pharma was growing rapidly at the moment, compared to the colossal Yang family of Chuanwu, the gap was still far too vast.

Yang Ling showing favor time and again—what did that mean?

It meant he held a great deal of affection for Li An'an!

If other families were given such an opportunity, they would probably already be considering sending their own daughters over.

After all, attaching oneself to a towering tree was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Everyone was watching to see what Li An'an would decide.

Yet Li An'an turned her head and glanced at Mo Han, who was still sitting comfortably in the buffet area, leisurely enjoying the food.

"I'm sorry, I don't dance."

Li An'an offered an apologetic smile. "President Yang should ask someone else."

In an instant, Yang Ling's expression turned somewhat unsightly, and his heart skipped a heavy beat. He had been rejected?

"It doesn't matter, I can teach you."

He maintained the smile on his face and said gently.

"No thank you."

Li An'an shook her head, refusing him once more.

She couldn't possibly accept. Her husband was sitting right there; how could she dance with another man?

Mo Han would be angry!

He would get jealous!

Yang Ling's extended hand seemed to freeze in mid-air.

He had been rejected!

He was actually rejected!

Refused by Li An'an, time and time again!

Sensing the glances cast from around the room, a surge of anger rushed instantly to Yang Ling's head.

Never had anyone dared to show him such blatant disrespect!

He was on the verge of exploding, but he managed to hold it in.

If he threw a tantrum and lost his temper over this, his public image would be completely ruined.

"In that case, I won't force President Li."

Yang Ling withdrew his hand, though his face felt burning hot with humiliation.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Wife, I want to dance with you."

He whipped his head around. It was Mo Han!

Whose husband did he just call?

"Ah, you want to dance?"

Li An'an answered.

Yang Ling felt his mind suddenly roar with a deafening hum.

Wife?

Mo Han actually called Li An'an his wife, and Li An'an actually answered?

"Sure."

"But I don't know how to dance. You'll have to teach me."

"Mm, but I don't really know much either," Li An'an nodded.

"It's fine, we'll get the feel of it together," Mo Han smiled.

"Okay."

She agreed again!

Yang Ling's ears buzzed continuously. What the hell was going on here?

Mo Han's lips curled into a smirk as he glanced at Yang Ling with deliberate provocation.

Then, he walked over to Li An'an, took her hand, and led her onto the dance floor.

He placed one hand on Li An'an's waist and held her hand with the other. Although he had never danced before, he had watched others do it.

Before long, following the beat and guided by Li An'an, he caught the rhythm.

In an instant, all eyes in the room were fixed on them!

No one expected that Li An'an would turn down Yang Ling, yet agree to dance with Mo Han, and even earnestly teach him how.

"What did that man just call President Li? Wife?"

"Seems like it. He called President Li his wife... does that mean... he's President Li's husband?"

"Isn't he President Li's driver?"

Surrounding Yang Ling was a cacophony of murmuring voices. His face turned from flushed red to ashen, then to pale white, before finally twisting into a ferocious grimace!

He even heard people pitying him!

Whispering that he couldn't even compare to a mere driver!

"Crack, crack, crack!"

Yang Ling clenched his fists tightly, blue veins bulging wildly across the back of his hands.

Li An'an had rejected him, claiming she didn't know how to dance, yet right now, she was teaching Mo Han to dance quite adeptly.

This was nothing more than an excuse!

"President Li!"

Yang Ling could no longer contain himself and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"Are you deliberately humiliating me, Yang Ling?!"

The music stopped abruptly.

Li An'an was momentarily stunned, not understanding what Yang Ling meant by those words.

How had she humiliated Yang Ling?

How could she possibly do such a thing?

"Heh, you reject my invitation, dance with your driver, and even let him call you your wife. President Li, are you trying to tell me that I, Yang, am not even as good as your driver?"

Yang Ling's face was ashen and hideously distorted.

He had intended to use this cocktail party to get closer to Li An'an so he could make his next move.

He had never liked forcing himself on women; instead, he preferred to conquer them, making them willingly and obediently come to serve him.

Yet this time, he had been humiliated!

"What is President Yang implying?"

Li An'an frowned slightly, glancing at Mo Han. "Is it wrong for my husband to drive for me?"

She didn't mention that Mo Han was also her guardian deity.

"Bullshit!"

Yang Ling refused to believe it for a second, sneering, "Do you take me for a fool?!"

That he held feelings for Li An'an was something many people could see, but now, Li An'an was claiming her husband was her driver?

Wasn't this utter bullshit meant to humiliate him?

"You really are a fool."

Mo Han's arm remained firmly around Li An'an's waist. With a gentle pull, he drew her directly into his embrace.

"I already told you, you don't even meet the minimum standard our An'an looks for. Why do you lack self-awareness entirely?"

He looked at Yang Ling and said indifferently, "Didn't I just say earlier that if we make a bet, we must honor the outcome?"

Yang Ling turned his head to look at the tray piled high with pastries sitting off to the side.

It dawned on him with sudden clarity that Mo Han and Li An'an had been playing him for a fool all along!

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

Yang Ling said coldly, "What right do you have to speak to me!"

He refused to accept this humiliation any longer.

Mo Han smiled.

He stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Yang Ling like a beast eyeing its prey.

"I may not know who I am, but as for me—whatever I say, I make sure it gets done!"