Mrs. Mo Is Not to Be Messed With: She’s Wreaking Havoc Outside the Spotlight

Meng Yun: “Gaming is my hobby.”

Mo Yi: “My hobby is watching my wife play games.”

A gaming-obsessed girl who does poorly at school, loafs around at home playing games all day, and lives in a tiny top-floor apartment in an old residential building in the old town. The place is bare, but her bank balance is enormous.

“First blood...”

“Double kill...”

“Triple kill...”

“Quadra kill...”

“Penta kill...”

With a beautiful pentakill, Meng Yun sent all five enemy players into a team wipe.

One push down the high ground, and there was no chance of survival.

A dazzling blue victory icon appeared on her phone screen.

The girl lifted her eyes slightly. Her sharp gaze shifted, and she swiftly rolled to the ground and took cover, cocked her pistol, and curled her lips into a smile.

“You couldn't kill me just now. But now... you're going to die.”

With that, she turned and stepped out from cover, firing without hesitation.

The shot rang out, then all was quiet.

Meng Yun smiled.

“First blood.”

She took the pistol apart and tossed it back into the drawer, picked up her phone, slumped into her chair, and continued playing ranked matches.

“Mr. Mo, your wife's safe house isn't safe again.”

The man polished his wife's favorite gun and carefully tended to the hundreds of expensive firearms before him.

“Still refusing to come back?”

“Your wife says... the internet at home is bad, so her games keep lagging.”

The man smiled fondly.

“Call the internet company.”

“Yes, sir.”

He put the pistol away and picked up his jacket.

“Mr. Mo, where are you going?”

“To bring my wife home.”