When Mo Tingting pushed open the door of the villa, a police car was parked outside.
"Hello, ma'am, are you Mo Tingting?" A police officer approached her, showing his badge. "I’m from the Economic Crime Investigation Division of the Capital City Police Department. Jiang Sifeng, your mother’s illegitimate son, has been arrested and brought to justice."
Mo Tingting was somewhat surprised, not expecting him to be caught so quickly. The officer gave her a detailed account of the process. Jiang Sifeng had been under police surveillance even before he attempted to flee abroad, while his father had vanished overseas without a trace.
A significant portion of the funds had been transferred out of the country through international accounts, leaving only a few hundred thousand behind.
Mo Tingting listened numbly to the officer’s explanation. None of it seemed to matter much to her anymore. Before Qin Ni passed away, she had left everything to Mo Tingting. Now, with no skills or prospects, Mo Tingting simply stayed in the Mo family villa.
She didn’t know where to go or whom she was waiting for. After a series of questions and verifications, the police informed her that she could reclaim the remaining funds at any time.
"Could you donate it for me?" Mo Tingting suddenly spoke up. "It doesn’t mean much to me now..."
The officer looked at her and sighed helplessly. During the investigation, he had learned a bit about the Mo family’s affairs. The family had brought their troubles upon themselves, and no one else was to blame.
"I can apply for that with my superiors and will communicate with you later," the officer said, jotting down his number on a piece of paper and handing it to Mo Tingting. "This is my number. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions."
After seeing the officer off, Mo Tingting sat blankly on the sofa. Her eldest sister hadn’t returned, and she hadn’t bothered to inquire. Now that the Mo family had fallen, it was a miracle if others didn’t kick them while they were down. Why humiliate herself further?
As for her second sister, Mo Yingying, she had completely lost contact. All Mo Tingting knew was that she had gone to Europe, but the specifics were unclear.
As for Mo Xuan, Mo Tingting had initially thought of looking for him at Capital University. After some inquiries, she learned that he rarely attended classes anymore. It seemed he... was planning to settle abroad with the second daughter of the Luo family.
Now, the Mo family was scattered—some dead, some gone. Only she remained. She had money, but her days were spent drinking and staring into space. Her once delicate and beautiful appearance had become haggard and thin.
Sighing, she picked up a can of beer from the table. Just as she opened it, the phone rang.
"Ms. Mo Tingting, hello, this is the French Embassy. Is Mo Yingying your second sister?"
Mo Tingting froze for a moment before instinctively responding. The voice on the other end sighed with regret. "We’re sorry to inform you that Mo Yingying passed away in a car accident while traveling in Paris..."
With a loud clatter, the beer can fell from Mo Tingting’s hand. She didn’t hear the rest of the words. Collapsing to the floor, she burst into desperate, heart-wrenching sobs...
Mo Jinpeng probably never expected to run into Jiang Sifeng in prison, along with Cheng Jiahao, who had conspired with him to frame Mo Xuan.
Cheng Jiahao, knowing that Mo Jinpeng was in trouble, had also been involved in online gambling and loan schemes. He had hoped to betray Mo Jinpeng for a lighter sentence, but someone anonymously provided evidence, leading to both of them ending up in prison together with Jiang Sifeng.
However, other inmates seemed to have received some kind of order, as they repeatedly targeted and beat the trio. The guards turned a blind eye, only intervening symbolically before the inmates resumed their brutal assaults.
"Well done," Uncle Zheng said outside the prison, handing a man a card. "Two million is in there. The eldest and second young ladies have instructed that they shouldn’t be killed immediately. Let them suffer for a month or two first."
"Understood," the man nodded. "But that Jiang Sifeng is a sickly weakling. He might not last long. You know, he’s got a pretty face, and someone’s taken a liking to him..."
Uncle Zheng frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. "Tell him not to kill him too quickly. If he’s bored, he can go after Mo Jinpeng. He’s decent-looking enough, isn’t he? He’ll do."
"Got it."
Meanwhile, Mo Qingqing sat in her office chair, a cigarette between her fingers. In front of her was a document containing all the assets she had accumulated over the years. It was a transfer agreement.
Once she signed it, everything would belong to the Ye family.
Mo Qingqing picked up the pen and signed her name without hesitation. However, a confident smile spread across her face...
(The continuation of Mo Qingqing’s story will be written separately in a side story.)
When Uncle Zheng returned to the estate from the prison, a maid approached him, looking anxious. "Uncle Zheng, the eldest and second young ladies have taken Mr. Mo and the two young misses out. They haven’t returned, and there’s no news."
"Oh, I know. It’s fine," Uncle Zheng replied nonchalantly. "Just carry on with your work. Don’t worry about unnecessary things."
As time passed, many employees at Luo Corporation began to notice that Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi hadn’t been to the company for a long time.
Also missing were Sister Hui and the sisters’ personal bodyguards...
"President, the eldest and second young ladies left without notice. The staff have been gossiping about it."
Luo Tian, who was busy with work, glanced up at his male assistant and said indifferently, "Then issue an internal announcement saying they’ve gone to expand overseas business. Are these people that idle? Is this really worth discussing? Shiya and Muqi have been handing over their responsibilities for a while now."
"But it’s so sudden, especially for the eldest young lady. She handled a lot of the work," the assistant said hesitantly. "Sister Hui is also gone, so a lot of tasks are piling up on you..."
Luo Tian glared at him, gritting his teeth. "Are you even making sense? Didn’t I handle everything alone in the past?"
"Don’t worry, my dad and uncle are ready to help. We’ll appoint a trustworthy person as vice president soon. Just issue the announcement."
The assistant nodded, knowing better than to ask further questions. However, after a moment of hesitation, he added, "President, you seem... in a surprisingly good mood?"
Luo Tian looked up, and the assistant noticed his slightly reddened eyes, which startled him.
"Years... it’s been years! Do you have any idea how I’ve suffered all this time?"
"By the way, I’ll treat the entire company to milk tea and pastries—the most expensive ones! I’m in a great mood today. Everyone gets an extra bonus this month!"
The assistant couldn’t help but sigh. Just how much had their president endured?
"Speaking of which, President, Mr. Mo is also missing. Rongxing called. He hasn’t submitted a program, and they can’t reach him. They wanted to know your thoughts."
"Tell them to get someone else to work on a backup program. Also, inform them to double Mo Xuan’s salary. At the end of the year, give him a bonus equivalent to 3% of the company’s shares. If there’s not enough money, I’ll cover it!"
"And that’s not just Mo Xuan. In my heart, he’s a living bodhisattva, a hero, a great protector... I got carried away. My bad."
The assistant couldn’t help but chuckle at Luo Tian’s excitement. He knew a bit about the situation but not the full picture—like why Luo Tian was so afraid of his cousins or why he treated Mo Xuan like a savior.
However, the assistant was curious. While Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi occasionally communicated about work, Rongxing had completely lost contact with Mo Xuan.
Not just Rongxing, but Capital University, Grandma Zhang’s family, and even Grandma Su couldn’t reach him either.
"President, may I ask an inappropriate question..." the assistant ventured after some thought. "Is Mr. Mo... alright?"
Hearing this, Luo Tian smiled at him. "Don’t worry, I guarantee he’s fine. My two sisters would protect him with their lives before letting anything happen to him."
After a pause, Luo Tian sighed and said, "As for other matters, I really don't know..."
The timeline rewinds to the moment when Mo Xuan and his family of five left the estate...
"Leaving so suddenly still feels a bit uncomfortable..."
Mo Xuan gazed at the place he had called home for over three years, feeling a wave of nostalgia. Their luggage had been sent ahead earlier, and the maids at home simply thought the family of five was going on a trip together. Neither Luo Shiya nor Luo Muqi had explained the situation, so the maids were unaware of the truth.
However, Mo Xuan couldn't help but feel that the whole setup was a bit excessive. Why had Sister Hui come along with a female bodyguard?
"Brother, don't worry about it," Luo Muqi said with a smile, unscrewing a bottle of water. She took a sip first and then handed it to Mo Xuan. He didn’t think much of it—after all, they had kissed so many times already. What was sharing a bottle of water?
But just as he took a big gulp, he noticed Luo Muqi spit out the water she had in her mouth.
Luo Shiya, sitting in the passenger seat, smiled at Mo Xuan and gave him a playful wink.
"Wait, are you two really enjoying this?" Mo Xuan glanced at the bottle of water in his hand. "What’s the point of drugging me now?"
"It’s a surprise," Luo Shiya said softly, though her eyes held a hint of mischief. "Don’t worry, Xuan, we wouldn’t harm you."
"I don’t believe you..."
Mo Xuan’s vision blurred, and then everything went black as he lost consciousness completely...