Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 1851 - 0180: The Effort to Win Over a Girl 2

A shared sentiment had blossomed in their hearts—they were beginning to feel a genuine fondness for this unassuming yet considerate boy.

However, their predicament was far more complicated than Chu Mo’s, given that they were Wang Yue’s cousins. While Chu Mo merely faced a clash of opinions with Wang Yue, their path was obstructed by the heavy barriers of ethics and kinship.

By the time they finished two games, noon was fast approaching. As Wang Yue and his companions prepared to head upstairs to the restaurant for a meal, a group of people intercepted them.

The newcomers were a band of young men, spearheaded by a man in his twenties who carried himself with an air of refined elegance.

"Mo Mo, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you here," the leader of the group greeted them, a smile playing on his lips.

"Zhang Qingtian," Chu Mo answered, her voice tinged with helplessness. This individual was the fiancé her family had chosen for her—the legitimate heir of the Zhang family in Jinling.

Zhang Qingtian chuckled and remarked, "Our wedding is practically around the corner. Why are you still acting so distant?"

"Exactly, Mo Mo, that’s just not right," Su Xiu’er chimed in from the side. "You really ought to call him ’Zhang Lao Si’ instead."

"You..." Zhang Qingtian’s face instantly flushed with rage.

During a past social event, Zhang Qingtian’s father, seeking to curry favor with a powerful figure, had jokingly referred to himself as Zhang Lao San and introduced Zhang Qingtian as his son, Zhang Lao Si.

Word of the incident leaked, spreading like wildfire throughout Jinling. Consequently, the nicknames "Zhang Lao San" and "Zhang Lao Si" became the ultimate taboo for the father and son.

"What's the problem? You gave those names to yourselves—are you saying others aren't allowed to use them?" Su Xiu’er retorted sharply.

Though Zhang Qingtian was seething, he restrained himself out of respect for the Su family’s influence and ignored Su Xiu’er’s jab. Turning his focus back to Chu Mo, he commanded, "Mo Mo, come with me!"

"And why should she go with you?" Su Xiu’er moved to shield Chu Mo. "Mo Mo isn't part of your Zhang family yet—and even if she were, you have no right to control her movements."

Zhang Qingtian was bursting with fury, yet he lacked the nerve to lash out. He simply stood his ground, obstructing their exit.

Wang Yue stepped forward and said, "Zhang Lao Si, was it? We’re heading to lunch. Please get out of the way."

"Stop calling me that!" Seeing even a brat like Wang Yue mocking him, Zhang Qingtian snapped and roared, "Otherwise, don't blame me for getting rough."

"And how exactly do you plan on being rough?" Wang Yue cleaned his ear with his pinky, adopting the posture of a neighborhood thug.

"Wang Yue, others might fear you, but I don’t!" Zhang Qingtian bellowed.

"Nobody asked you to be afraid. I just told you to move. As they say, a good dog doesn't block the road—so I guess you're not even as good as a dog, right?" Wang Yue remarked nonchalantly.

Zhang Qingtian’s fists tightened, but he didn't dare strike Wang Yue. Instead, he turned his glare toward Chu Mo and shouted, "Chu Mo, I’m asking one last time—are you coming with me or not?"

"Truly a dog blocking the path... and a stubborn one at that," Wang Yue turned to his cousin and asked, "Jiao Jiao, what’s the protocol when a stubborn dog refuses to move?"

Su Jiao Jiao, never one to shy away from trouble, replied instantly, "Naturally, we kick it out of the way."

"Good point," Wang Yue agreed, and without warning, he delivered a sharp kick to Zhang Qingtian’s chest.

Zhang Qingtian never imagined Wang Yue would dare to strike him in a public place. The kick was so swift he couldn't react. He stumbled backward several paces, only avoiding a fall because his associates caught him.

"Wang Yue, you actually dared to hit me!" Zhang Qingtian was trembling with shock and rage.

"What's so strange about hitting you? I'm simply teaching you some manners," Wang Yue said coolly. "Just because your last name is Zhang doesn't mean it's your turn to act like a tyrant in Jinling."

The arcade was packed, and the confrontation had already drawn a crowd. Hearing Wang Yue’s words, many onlookers secretly rolled their eyes.

From their perspective, Zhang Qingtian hadn't actually acted arrogant—he was just asking his fiancée to leave with him. It was Wang Yue who had allowed Su Xiu’er to provoke him first and then resorted to physical violence. Now, he was the one accusing the other side of being overbearing.

Regardless of their thoughts, no one dared to speak up.

Who were these two, after all?

One was the Young Master of the Zhang family, and the other was the sole heir of one of Jinling’s three titan families.

This was a clash between giants—ordinary citizens knew it was best to keep their distance.

At that moment, Zhang Qingtian was so livid he could barely speak. He felt utterly humiliated.

Despite reaching the fifth level of the Qi Cultivation realm, that single kick proved that Wang Yue’s power far exceeded the Zhang family’s intelligence reports.

In short, he was outmatched by Wang Yue in both social standing and personal strength. Even if he fought back with everything he had, he would lose the fight and face even worse repercussions later.

"Fine, fine... we’ll see about this!" Having no other choice, Zhang Qingtian retreated with a parting threat. But before leaving, his bitter stare wasn't fixed on Wang Yue—it was aimed at Chu Mo, who was still standing behind Su Xiu’er.

"See that? People like him bully the weak and cower before the strong, and they love to take their anger out on others. He’s certainly not life-partner material," Su Xiu’er seized the moment to comment.

Chu Mo gave a faint, bitter smile. "I'm aware, but this was a family arrangement. What choice do I have?"

"There’s always a choice," Su Xiu’er countered. "My mother is right—there are plenty of ways to pay back your family. Why must you throw your whole life away for it?"

Noticing the crowd hadn't dispersed, Wang Yue suggested, "Let’s get moving. We should eat first."

Located on the upper level of the arcade was a buffet restaurant. Once inside, Su Xiu’er spoke up again, "Mo Mo, Xiao Yue, go grab a table. I already know what you two like to eat."

Chu Mo nodded and followed Wang Yue to an empty table. Suddenly, she looked at him and asked, "Wang Yue, are you trying to court me?"

"Huh?" Wang Yue gave a sheepish grin. "You caught on to that?"

"With Xiu’er being so obvious about everything, I'd have to be blind not to notice," Chu Mo said with a smile, before her expression turned earnest. "Thank you, both of you."

Wang Yue looked confused. "If I'm trying to pursue you, why are you thanking me?"

"Because I realize you’re using this approach to help me stand up against the Zhang family marriage, and that you’ll be there to support me. That’s why I’m grateful."

"Don't mention it. You're a dear friend to me and my cousins. If we don't help you, who will?" Wang Yue laughed. "Besides, this move benefits all three of our families."

Chu Mo was silent for a moment before she asked, "So, courting me was just a mission your cousins gave you? You don't actually have those feelings yourself?"

"Well, it's not exactly like that... actually... um... I'm not sure how to explain it," Wang Yue stuttered.

This time, he wasn't playing the innocent act; he truly didn't have a clear answer.

To claim he had no interest in Chu Mo would be a lie. As a self-proclaimed "little flirt," it would be impossible not to be attracted to a beauty like her.

However, to say he was madly in love and desperate to win her over would also be an overstatement. They had only just met and hardly knew one another.

Furthermore, while Chu Mo was undeniably a top-tier beauty, the women of the three major families were hardly inferior. In fact, some were even more stunning—like Wang Yue’s own two cousins.