When Moshen stopped talking, Yichan scrunched his brows and shouted, "Who the fuck asked you to stop talking?"

Moshen straightened his back and continued, "Mangsha's parents took Ning to a party and then spiked her drink. After sometime, Mangsha and I found Ning inside the washroom in an unconscious state. We then dragged her to the hotel. Mangsha had already hired a few photographs so she asked me to carry Ning till the hotel lobby and I did as she said." ​​

Yichan curled his fingers into a fist. What Wen Moshen said explained the first set of photographs where Ning and Moshen were walking inside the hotel while embracing each other.

"After settling her down, Mangsha and I left the room. I swear Mr Mo nothing happened. I didn't even touch her." Moshen added. He wanted to highlight the 'no touching' part because he wanted to live and didn't wish to die young especially inside his office.

Taking a step towards him, Yichan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you sure you did not touch what is mine?"

Taking a step back, Moshen vigorously shook his head, "No I didn't."

"Linhou." Yichan shouted.

"Yes boss." Linhou shouted from outside before rushing inside.

When Yichan extended his hand towards him, Linhou chuckled. Bending down, he took out a knife from his right sock. "I just sharpened it today in the morning."

Passing the knife to Yichan, Linhou turned towards Moshen whose face had already turned white after seeing the knife. "Seriously? You look like you have seen a ghost. It's just a knife dude, chill. I wonder what will happen if you get stabbed by it? Geez such a weak target." After saying that, Linhou chuckled and left.

Running his fingers through the edge of the knife, Yichan asked, "Did you not touch her at all?"

Moshen shook and nodded his head at the same time. He did caress Nings shoulder for sometime but how could he say that to Yichan? He didn't want to get stabbed till death. Thinking for quite sometime, Moshen decided to play smart. "Mr Mo, Ning and you are meant for each other. I mean back then though Ning was unconscious, she was still murmuring your name continuously."

Yichan's heart ached even more after hearing that. It felt like someone had removed his heart straight from his chest and had crushed it into tiny pieces. The pain and suffering was for real.

Closing his eyes, Yichan took a deep breath and asked, "Why did Ning give you money?"

"Huh?" Moshen widened his eyes in shock and almost passed out. And how could he answer this question? How would he tell Yichan that he actually blackmailed Ning and robbed a few millions out of her.

"I-I told her that if she didn't give me that money, I would tell you that w-we really slept together." Moshen closed his shut after saying that, ready to feel a stab right on his chest but when that did not happen, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Yichan in a daze.

Yichan couldn't believe how everything he had been believing turned out to be a lie. The more he was knowing, the more he was blaming himself. Not only did he break Nings heart but also failed to fulfil all his promises.

He wanted to kill everyone who tried to frame and wrong his Ning but first he wanted to know everything. Only he knew how tempted he was to stab the knife right across Wen Moshen's chest but he needed him.

Controlling his murderous emotions, Yichan asked, "Who leaked the news and what was the reason behind this plotting and framing?"

"Mangsha and her parents leaked the news. They didn't want Ning to take over Yang corporation so they wanted to defame her so that elder Yang would disown Ning but when things didn't turn out to be like they wanted, they forced Ning to take the blame in front of the media but what Ning did was really unexpected." Moshen had never thought that Ning would act so impulsive and admit something that did not happen at all.

Just then Yichan grabbed Moshen's left hand and dragged him towards his desk.

With the back of Moshen's hands pressed against the desk, Yichan plunged the knife right in the middle of his palm using all his power and force, making Moshen scream in pain.

With the knife standing perpendicular to his palm, Moshen couldn't even move his hand.

Grabbing his collar, Yichan gritted his teeth. "This is for touching her and-" pulling the knife out, Yichan stabbed the same spot again using double the previous force. "And this is for framing her."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh." Moshen screamed in pain. "No please stop, I am sorry." He regretted being a part of everything. Only if he could go back in time and fix everything.

"If you don't want this knife to stab you in the chest, you will do exactly what I ask you to. Is that clear?" Yichan asked.

Moshen, who was about to pass out, could only nod his head. He would do anything that Yichan would ask him to.

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