Quick Transmigration: Saving The Crazy Villainess 287 Selena Tang 36

Mo Fang saw him but didn't hurry out of her car to meet him.

Thinking of everything she did to him just so she could attach herself to a future tyc.o.o.n, she felt embarra.s.sed. The guilt which she had been ignoring all this time had begun to come back to her at full strength, making her find it hard to breathe due to the irritating feeling in her heart.

Could she still restart with him?

Right now, she no longer wanted to be rich through a man, but somebody who loved her, who had done so much for her and would continue to do so in the future. Was there any other men better than Zheng Xiang? Her plan was to use her knowledge of the future and the black materials she could use to control the people who could help her reach the peak of life. With him as her unconditional support, she would not fail and would not feel lonely.

'Instead of waiting for him to make me rich, I can make it up to him by doing it the other way,' she thought, hypnotizing herself that the wealth and luxury she not yet has but would gain in the future would be enough to wash away her sins… to make him forget that she once gave him a green hat and divorced him through unscrupulous means.

The window of her car rolled down. Now, she could take a good look at the man she started to find attractive again. Liu De was already thrown at the back of her mind and labeled as someone to destroy.

All of a sudden, somebody stood before her and blocked her sight.

"Excuse me?" Since the person stopped and seemingly had no intention of moving away, Mo Fang raised her eyes in annoyance. She only fell in a daze for a moment after seeing the woman's appearance. Then she regained her senses and said, "h.e.l.lo, Miss. Can you please move away. You're blocking my sight."

The woman merely continued standing there, creeping her out.

It took her some time to realize the face which was half-hidden by the large pair of shades was familiar. Where did she see her? No, the first problem was why she kept standing before her like a fool!

She narrowed her eyes and drove her car a bit forward. Now she could see her ex-husband's profile again, walking towards her direction, no, the direction of the parking lot.

'Why are you being a stalker? You should go walk out there to talk to him, Mo Fang!'

Just when the thought popped up, shadows fell on her face again as a figure obscured her sight. It was the same woman again.

Anger rose in her heart. "What do you want, huh? I moved forward yet you followed me? Miss, you looked okay and even dressed in many branded items. So what the h.e.l.l is wrong with you!?" She spat out as she flared up.

The other woman raised her fair arm to remove her shades. She took her time searching her black gold clutch purse for the case. As she did this, she knew the actress sitting on the driver seat of the red car was sizing her up, or probably dumbfounded by her appearance.

"I'm Tang Yue, Selena Tang. I never knew Actress Mo Fang's tongue is quite the masterpiece, the kind which I would find delight pulling and cutting into pieces for speaking so rudely at me," said the woman while casting her extremely cold pair of eyes at the famous actress.

"Selena Tang?" Mo fang was taken aback upon recovering from her stupor. Her eyes began to carefully study the other woman's face and indeed, she was the scriptwriter who had been gaining a lot of attention lately for the spectacular performance of the drama she penned and for her own appearance.

To think at first, she was still trying to recall which 18th-tier actress was she that she was so breathtakingly beautiful yet unknown. So the elegant but weird lady was actually Selena Tang. Why was her so memory so bad that she had to be reminded personally by the other?

A moment later she narrowed her eyes at the beautiful scriptwriter who looked so sophisticated in her peach off-shoulder blouse and black ladies' pants. She still had not forgotten that the one who provoked first was this Selena.

"I see. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Tang. Forgive my rudeness just now. I was just incensed because you stood before me earlier without telling me who you are and what's your purpose. May I know your business with me?"

Mo Fang sounded polite, but her words were not, hinting that Selena was the one with a problem. The latter maintained her frosty exterior and said, "You are not allowed to look at him."

"Him?" asked the actress in a confused tone.

Selena haphazardly threw a folder into the window, catching Mo Fang in surprise. A yelp was followed by a gasp, and then by a furious roar.

"You!!! Which sane person throws something at someone she hardly knows and in such a rude manner even! What if the edges of the papers and folder are sharp and leave a cut on my skin or face?"

Nothing changed from the expression of the scriptwriter, even when the other woman was blatantly glaring at her. "If I were you look back first to what you have done before you entertain the thought that you'll easily be forgiven. You have eyes, look down. Unless you want me to help you move your neck down. I have to warn you, I might grab you in the hair instead."

The seriousness and calmness in Selena's face even after being shouted at dumbfounded the actress. For a while, she couldn't speak. The first few words made her reflect unconsciously, lowering her head.

That was when she discovered that the contents of the folder scattered all over the front seats and the floor. What greeted her eyes made her feel like color was draining from her face.

Why… Why did this woman have this kind of photo?

"W-who are you?! No, why do you have this?!" Trembling, she looked up at the woman only to see her smiling coldly at her.

"I'm Selena Tang, heiress to a century-old high-end apparel brand of the Tang family. On why I have those… Do you think n.o.body would be able to dig your foul past just because you deleted some of the pieces of evidence yourself? You're naïve."

"Then why are you doing this? What's your goal?!" Wary but scared, Mo Fang asked as she gathered with extreme haste all the pictures and pieces of paper and secure them inside the folder.

Selena frowned a bit, not liking the slowness of this person's IQ. "Didn't I already tell you? Do you need me to spell it out to you one by one? If I may say, I'm a generous person and I think you need a brain transplant. Would you like me to call a doctor to operate you now? Please don't doubt my capability. I love threatening my enemies with these, so I know a few doctors who specialized in all sorts of surgeries and transplants."

The long-winded but scary threat made Mo Fang's face become paler. If the person could easily pull out her scandalous photos with timestamp detailing that it happened before the divorce, what else she couldn't do?

Her palm started to become sweaty. Even though she was feeling scared and helpless since when she tried to search her memories for the weakness of the Tang family or this Selena Tang, she couldn't find any.

It must be because in her past life she focused her attention more on the entertainment circle and rarely outside of it. She knew about popular investors, producers, directors, actors, and even network owners. But not much from huge companies from the other industries stayed in her mind even if she managed to take a glimpse of them from the news.  

This Selena had a thunderous name in the circle too, but she paid her not much attention since she left the Tang family and let Tang Yu Yan be the successor. All she heard was that this woman became fed up with her biological parents and chose to inherit the separate businesses owned by her powerful grandfather.

With helplessness and fright flooding her mind, she slowly turned her head to the heiress and asked, "… You… are you doing this for Zheng Xiang? Y-you like him too?"

She was guessing because the man was the only one who seemed to be their common intersection. She was his ex-wife so their connection was a given. As for Selena, she had worked with him in a drama series.

The scriptwriter wrinkled her nose and furrowed her brows upon hearing the scandalous woman's question. She snorted. "He's someone I want to bury alive and tied with a rock before throwing into the Mariana trench."

Mo Fang didn't believe her and started shaking her head. Who would go this far for somebody they treat as an enemy? Who was she fooling?

Her thoughts must have shown in her expression so a slight grin emerged from the pretty female elitist's face.

"Actually, my mind changed. You... I want you out of his life forever. Play around with whoever you want. But don't go near Jiang Li... Because even if I don't like him now, who knows, maybe one day, I'll find myself wanting to disgust him for a lifetime."