The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 503: Persian cat

"Mo Wushuang!" Long Chengtian suddenly shouted, his voice almost piercing Wushuang’s eardrums. She picked up a beverage can and threw it at him, her eyes showing a hint of displeasure.

"Shut up, I know my name is Mo Wushuang, you don’t need to shout it so loudly."

Long Chengtian was furious, both angry and helpless. He had always been helpless against Wushuang. When she chased him, all he did was retaliate and run away. This woman was practically made of iron, impervious to swords and spears. No matter what you said or did, she would ignore you and force you to accept her pursuit. She was so domineering that it was outrageous. Even if she shot his woman dead, she wouldn’t feel any remorse. She would even say without batting an eye that his woman was in her way, so she shot her dead. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Although he knew that what she said wasn’t true, just hearing it would make anyone’s blood vessels burst with anger. What kind of woman was so arrogant and unruly, so self-willed? He always knew Mo Wushuang had feelings for him, but it was just a game.

He hated her too, hated that she ruined his happiness, hated that she barged into his life without warning, and hated her capricious nature—she was like a gust of wind, impossible to catch.

He didn’t know if he truly had masochistic tendencies, but when she pursued him, he resisted painfully, wanting to kill her at the mere sight of her. He used her to do many things for him, including murder and all the dirty deeds. Wushuang always knew, and she was willing to do them. He knew she wasn’t the kind of woman who would blindly obey a man; she was mostly atoning for her sins, feeling truly apologetic, and thus trying to compensate him. The more

she had this mentality, the more he exploited it, using Wushuang even more. Before, wherever she went, she would return to Eastern Europe within a month and then chase after him. His subordinates were all very familiar with her.

Until this time, when she had her accident in London, he was alone in Eastern Europe, restless and anxious. He desperately wanted to know how she was doing, but didn’t want to lower himself to contact her. He knew Wushuang’s background; she was so capable, and London was the territory of the number one terrorist organization. He was sure she wouldn’t be in trouble. But he hadn’t heard from her for so long, and her phone was unreachable. He was extremely worried. Coincidentally, he had a business trip to London. He could have just sent someone else, but he went himself, eagerly rushing to London, only to find her and Kaka in the garden.

He had overheard their conversation.

He had always known about her feelings for Kaka, and he knew Kaka had rejected her. Wushuang was an honest person; she had once told him that she liked someone for many years, but that person never liked her back. She was unwilling to accept it, yet unwilling to give up. Every time she tried to convince herself to give up, she couldn’t. Over the years, she had watched helplessly as she slowly buried her youth, day by day.

Even after burying her youth, she couldn’t bear to give up; she couldn’t let go.

When Kaka said "I’m sorry," he saw despair in her eyes. His feelings at that moment were complex—a sense of relief at freeing Wushuang, and a hint of joy.

Wushuang should have given up long ago.

Ten years of selfless devotion and companionship, met with two rejections and an apology. Not every woman is willing to spend ten years of her youth on an unrequited love.

Nor is every woman willing to love a man so completely for ten years.

He offered her a way out, letting her leave with him to avoid embarrassment. After all, it was the territory of the First Terrorist Organization, not the Mafia. He also sensed the turbulent undercurrents within headquarters. But who knew Wushuang would be so ungrateful and leave with Ghost Face?

Ghost Face was someone Long Chengtian hadn’t planned on. Given Wushuang’s personality, besides a few childhood friends, she had no one close to her. With her personality, so dazzling, neither men nor women dared to approach her.

She and Ghost Face hit it off so well the first time they met, and she even followed him. Long Chengtian was furious, a fury he’d suppressed all the way back to Eastern Europe. After learning of their trouble in the Philippines, he rushed to Rome.

Mo Wushuang was right; men are all shameless.

Long Chengtian’s temper flared, and he looked at her with a sinister glint in his eyes. "I’ve never seen a woman like you, changing your mind like flipping a book."

"You’ve seen plenty of women," Wushuang said coolly, glancing at Long Chengtian with a half-smile. "You dare yell at me in my own home? Don’t you want to live?"

"Shit!" Long Chengtian proved he didn’t want to live again. Wushuang was both amused and exasperated. She tossed her long hair, her smile captivating. "Long Chengtian, you’re busy with important matters. Go back to Eastern Europe and take charge. I need to rest for a while, familiarizing Ghost Face with the mafia’s operations and affairs. I don’t have time to play cat and mouse with you."

"Does he, a grown man, need you to familiarize him with the mafia’s operations?" Long Chengtian couldn’t help but roll his eyes. An excuse, an excuse, clearly just an excuse.

"I’d rather. I may not have much else, but I have plenty of time." Wu Shuang deliberately teased Long Chengtian. This guy had given her so many attitudes in the past, and although she didn’t care and always retaliated fiercely, tenfold retribution was absolutely her principle.

Long Chengtian was furious. He turned to leave, but after a few steps, he turned back, sat on the sofa, and stared coldly at Mo Wu Shuang, as if he was determined to fight her to the end.

Wu Shuang looked at him amusedly; he was always so stubborn.

She leisurely played with her long hair, completely ignoring Long Chengtian’s glare. She thought to herself, "They say heartbroken people should change their hairstyle to change their mood. Maybe I should go out and get a perm? She looks good with anything. "

"Hmm, that’s it.

" Long Chengtian stared at her, and seeing that Wu Shuang remained silent for a long time, he asked in a deep voice, "Mo Wu Shuang, are you even a woman? How come you don’t show any signs of heartbreak?" He

seemed to be having a great time.

"What’s the expression of heartbreak? Unbearable pain, utter despair, suicidal thoughts?" Wushuang raised an eyebrow, leaning lazily against her sofa, her purple eyes serious. "If crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide worked, I would have done it long ago. Why waste energy if it doesn’t?"

Long Chengtian was amused by her, although he knew Wushuang was just saying it. Such shrewish methods were not like her at all. Mo Xiaobai’s Persian cat darted in from the doorway, jumped onto Wushuang, and pounced on her with a howl.