Chapter 12 You Don't Understand Cherishing the Fragile and the Fair

"But what can I do? I really can't remember."

Mu Bai spoke calmly, then paused. His thin, pink lips curved up again, and a mischievous gleam tinted his heroic brow. He articulated each word clearly, "Why don't you reenact the scene for me, maybe then I can remember?"

After speaking, he pointed with his slender, beautiful hand towards the pool next to him, not bothering to look at Wen Laibao's stunned face.

What does he mean by this?

Lai Bao hadn't grasped the situation when a sarcastic voice rose from in front, dripping with irony:

"My God, Mr. Mu, in such cold weather, you actually want Lady Wen to enter the water? You really don't understand how to pity and cherish the fair."

A dandy young master stepped forward, saying this with a face full of schadenfreude, not just him but the expressions of the people around him were all the same.

In their view, Wen Laibao was seeking her own humiliation. Just dumped by Gu Chen and now turning to Mu Bai; those things from their elementary school days happened ages ago. Yet, shamelessly, she still brought them up, thinking too highly of herself.

Furthermore, if Mu Bai really lent her the money, wouldn't that admit a past connection between them?

This wasn't a good thing for Mu Bai, yet some people unashamedly flaunted it.

As everyone thought this, Ding Chen Tai, ever eager to sow chaos, jumped in, calling out particularly affectionately, "Lai Bao, do you need a senior to help you find a prop?"

Wen Laibao clenched her fists tightly. Anyone could see that Mu Bai was mocking her. She bit her lip, staring hard at him, his handsome, demon-like face full of mischief. He was no innocent angel but a cunning, utterly wicked devil.

After all these years, his and Ding Chen Tai's taste for mischief hadn't changed at all, it had even intensified. They were still so indifferent to others' feelings, brazenly playing tricks and pushing people to their limits, absolutely nothing less than tyrants in high society.

If Wen Laibao didn't understand Mu Bai, she'd have turned around and left by now, but from past experience, the small devil typically became very happy and generous after playing his tricks.

Thus, as long as the devil was pleased, he would let her have her way.

Lai Bao turned to Ding Chen Tai, "Then, I'll trouble you."

She knew very well that the Wen Family was truly at an impasse now. Rather than going to Gu Chen, she'd prefer to choose Mu Bai, as she didn't want to lose the last shred of her dignity before Gu Chen.

Ding Chen Tai wasn't surprised; he gave her a rascally smile, "Sure thing."

Then, Young Master Ding swiftly lifted his leg and kicked the unsuspecting security guard next to him into the pool. The rich second generations coldly watched from the side as the guard floundered in the water, embodying the image of a spoiled rich kid to perfection.

Indeed, birds of a feather flock together!

The pool was deep, and the guard clearly couldn't swim. Lai Bao didn't have time to think further; she immediately dropped her bag aside, took off her shoes and coat, and jumped into the pool. The icy water made her shiver all over.

Her swimming skills were good, but the guard was tall and struggled desperately in the water. In such circumstances, one could easily be pulled underwater by him.

"Help... help..."

The guard thrashed vigorously in the water, gulping down water loudly.

Lai Bao slowly approached. At times like this, whatever you shout, the guard wouldn't be able to hear. Survival is a human instinct. She seized the opportunity to grab the back of his collar and desperately pulled him back.