After another day at the hot spring hotel, Mo Xuan drove Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi to their company first, then dropped the kids off at home, and turned around to head to the school.
His academic paper was finally coming to an end, and Mo Xuan went to see his advisor. Professor Yang, Mo Xuan's mentor, was a sixty-year-old gentleman who was one of the pioneers in China's early days of computer engineering.
Seeing Mo Xuan approach, Professor Yang warmly pulled him down to sit and poured him a cup of tea, saying, "Xiao Mo, good news! Rongxing has arranged an interview for you!"
Mo Xuan let out a long breath. After waiting for so long, his job situation was finally settled.
"Thank you, teacher. It's all thanks to your careful guidance all this time," Mo Xuan said respectfully. "Are you still planning to retire?"
"At my age, it's time to step down and enjoy some peace and quiet," Professor Yang waved his hand. "How's your grandmother's health…"
"Same as always," Mo Xuan said with a bitter smile. "She still complains about not getting enough sleep when she calls me these days."
Professor Yang patted Mo Xuan's shoulder, expressing his sympathy. "Don't think too much. Your grandmother has worked hard all her life, both in her family and her career. She has no regrets… By the way, Cheng Corporation has also invited you. Cheng Yuno, the eldest daughter of the Cheng family, personally contacted me and wants to meet you for a detailed discussion."
Mentioning Cheng Yuno, Professor Yang couldn't help but sigh. "She's a good girl. The Xue family really didn't know what they were doing… Oh, right, Xiao Mo, what about your brother's situation…"
"It has nothing to do with me anymore," Mo Xuan shook his head. "You know, I've severed ties with the Mo family."
Professor Yang swallowed, wanting to offer some advice but ultimately deciding not to. He understood the principle well: without experiencing someone else's suffering, one should not urge them to be kind. Mo Xuan was now an adult and clearly knew the right and wrong of his own choices.
After chatting with his mentor for a while, Mo Xuan left the office. It was already past noon, around 12:30 PM. He was about to grab some lunch and then head to the nursing home to see his grandmother when a pleasant scent of perfume wafted toward him.
"Excuse me, are you Mo Xuan?"
A stunning woman draped in a white shawl and wearing a black qipao embroidered with red peonies approached gracefully. Her phoenix eyes sized up Mo Xuan and she smiled lightly. "I'm Li Manqing, Secretary to Mr. Cheng. Our young master would like to meet you."
Mo Xuan looked at her with confusion and then asked, "Which Mr. Cheng?"
"The Cheng family of Capital. Oh, by the way, our young lady has met you before."
Cheng Yuno…
At the mention of her, Mo Xuan realized which Cheng family she was referring to. However, he wasn't particularly keen on meeting this Mr. Cheng, Cheng Wenxin, the brother of Cheng Yuno.
Back then, he had come to propose a marriage alliance with the Luo family, only to be met with a closed door, just like the previous time with Ye Ning. Such a person suddenly seeking him out made Mo Xuan wary. It was better to avoid him if possible.
"Our young master insists that you meet him," Li Manqing seemed to sense Mo Xuan's reluctance. "He wants to personally thank you for helping Miss Yuno."
"It was just a small favor; there's no need to mention it," Mo Xuan said indifferently. "I have things to do and need to leave quickly."
"Would you still consider coming?" Li Manqing persisted. "Besides, I know our young lady's personality well. You wouldn't want her to come and bother you personally, would you?"
Sighing, Mo Xuan reluctantly nodded in agreement. There was no need to make things difficult for her, just an employee. Following Li Manqing out of the school, a Rolls-Royce was parked in front of them, with only a driver inside and no one else.
The car drove to a teahouse not far from Capital University. Mo Xuan had been there a few times with Professor Yang. Not only did the old professors from Capital University like to visit, but many wealthy people also enjoyed coming here to drink tea and discuss business.
Li Manqing led Mo Xuan to a pavilion in the back courtyard. Inside the pavilion was a stone table with four stone stools. A man dressed in a gray suit, his hair neatly combed, was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand and a copy of the "Diamond Sutra" in his right, murmuring something to himself.
Behind him stood two black-suited bodyguards, both burly and seemingly of the same height.
"Young master, he's here," Li Manqing said respectfully as she approached. Clearly, this man was Cheng Wenxin. Mo Xuan couldn't help but want to tease him. He had only ever heard the term "Buddha's son" in short romance stories, and now he had actually encountered one.
Cheng Wenxin was such a man, known as the "Buddha's son" in Capital, famous for his seemingly ascetic lifestyle. The problem was, if you were a "Buddha's son," why were you even considering a marriage alliance? Shouldn't you be empty of worldly desires and free of worldly attachments?
Glancing at the stone table, Mo Xuan couldn't help but be impressed. It truly lived up to his "Buddha's son" image. The table was adorned with texts like the "Lotus Sutra," "Avatamsaka Sutra," and even… the "Dao De Jing"? And there was even a copy of the "Analects"?
Wow, a trifecta of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism!
Mo Xuan couldn't help but marvel internally. Lady Wang Ruofu was indeed right—some people really do worship all three deities.
Cheng Wenxin placed the Buddhist beads on the stone table and turned to instruct one of the bodyguards, "Light the sandalwood incense."
Mo Xuan couldn't help but roll his eyes. This guy was really over the top.
"So you're Mo Xuan?" Cheng Wenxin finally seemed to notice Mo Xuan, glancing at him briefly before returning his gaze to the Buddhist sutra in his hand. "Leave Capital."
Mo Xuan: ?????????
I stopped a slap for your sister, and now I have to leave Capital? Am I crazy, or are you?
"Manqing, show him the photo."
At Cheng Wenxin's command, Li Manqing took out her phone and showed Mo Xuan a photo. It was a picture from the cafeteria, where Mo Xuan was seen kissing Luo Muqi.
"I appreciate you helping my sister, but the woman I want doesn't like to be coveted. So leave. I know your background, and even if the Mo family wanted to intervene, I wouldn't care. Besides, they won't bother with you. Here's five million, leave Luo Muqi, leave Capital. If necessary, I can send you abroad and never return."
"Um, Mr. Cheng, do you have a problem with your Chinese?" Mo Xuan sighed helplessly. "Coveting and possessing are two different things."
Cheng Wenxin finally looked at Mo Xuan, though it seemed he didn't care much. His tone remained calm and indifferent. "She's just playing with you. You don't really think she's serious about you, do you?"
Thinking of yesterday, when Luo Muqi had sneaked away from her sister Luo Shiya, who was busy with work, to drag him into the courtyard and kiss him for half a day, Mo Xuan subconsciously nodded. "I think it's safe to say so…"
It was almost as if she was going to devour him, and the way these two sisters looked at him was becoming increasingly unsettling. It wasn't just about sincerity; he felt their feelings for him were… deeply abnormal.
"Hmph…" Cheng Wenxin put the sutra down on the stone table and couldn't help but laugh. "Five million is already generous of me. I don't like violence. The Buddha says…"
"Let's not 'Buddha' right now, Mr. Cheng," Mo Xuan couldn't bear to listen to his sermon. "We've never met before, and the most I've done is stop a slap for your sister. I'm not looking for any great gratitude, nor do I expect your thanks."
"But you're coming at me with this high-handed attitude, demanding I leave Capital. Isn't that called… repaying kindness with enmity?"
Cheng Wenxin didn't answer. Instead, he picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then picked up the Buddhist beads before speaking. "That's why I'm giving you five million as a thank you. Otherwise, I would have just had you leave Capital."
Mo Xuan couldn't help but laugh. Was this the rumored "Buddha's son"? This was clearly the archetypal domineering president!
"What if I don't agree?"
Cheng Wenxin seemed to find this amusing, his face lighting up with a smile. "I don't mind breaking my vows."