Stepping out of the car, the sunlight was a bit harsh, and Grandma couldn't help but raise her hand to shield her eyes.
"This weather is really strange. It snowed yesterday, and today it's sunny, with hardly any clouds," Grandma said, brushing off Mo Xuan's attempt to support her. "I'm fine, just a few steps. Grandma's still full of energy."
Mo Xuan's hand paused for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Then you'll cook lunch for me, Grandma. It's been so long since I've had your cooking."
Grandma shot him a look and chuckled without responding. Entering the civil affairs office, they saw the driver helping Grandpa Mo, with Mo Qingqing following beside them.
Perhaps due to the recent troubles at Mo Corporation, Mo Qingqing, despite her exquisite makeup, couldn't hide her fatigue. When she saw Mo Xuan, she greeted him warmly, then walked over to Grandma to ask, "Grandma, are you feeling better?"
"Can't you tell? Why ask me?" Grandma replied indifferently.
Mo Qingqing didn't get upset; instead, she tried to support Grandma, but the old lady dodged slightly, smiling, "No need to trouble the Mo CEO."
Mo Qingqing remained unfazed, her tone still gentle, "Alright, then I'll go get a number and wait in line."
The civil affairs office wasn't too crowded, with people coming for marriages and divorces, some happy, some sad.
The two elderly sat down in an empty spot, facing each other but saying nothing. After a long while, Grandpa Mo said to the driver behind him, "You go wait in the car."
Then, he turned to look at Mo Xuan, his gaze still filled with undisguised disgust, his tone firm, "Your Grandma and I have things to discuss. You should leave."
Mo Xuan didn't respond, only glancing at Grandma, who shook her head, "He's not a stranger. What can't he hear?"
But Grandpa Mo clearly didn't think so. He became irritable and ordered the driver, "Go, take him outside to wait!"
The driver didn't move, not even daring to speak. Pull Mo Xuan? Who do you think I am? Even eight bodyguards couldn't handle him.
Grandpa Mo seemed to recall past events, his expression turning sour. When he looked back at Mo Xuan, who had his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and was watching him calmly, he felt even more stifled.
In some ways, even he had to admit that this youngest grandson of his was truly a remarkable talent. But the more so, the more irritable and displeased he became.
Seeing that Mo Xuan had no intention of leaving, Grandpa Mo stopped speaking, his head lowered, lost in thought.
As for Grandma, she just held her bag, her gaze calm, looking past her husband out the window.
Mo Xuan thought Grandma would argue with Grandpa Mo, confront him, and voice all the grievances of raising him alone all these years.
Not just him, but Mo Qingqing and even Grandpa Mo thought the same.
But Grandma said nothing. From waiting to receiving the divorce certificate, she remained composed.
(The 30-day cooling-off period has been skipped for plot purposes...)
Several times, Grandpa Mo wanted to speak, but seeing Grandma's calm expression, he swallowed his words.
The old marriage certificate was replaced with a new divorce certificate. Grandma accepted it with both hands, opened it, and smiled faintly.
"Old man, I'll be going first," Grandma said, as if bidding farewell to an old friend, her tone light. "Qingqing, Grandma's leaving first."
Mo Qingqing was taken aback, unsure how to react to Grandma's sudden change. Grandpa Mo held the divorce certificate, his eyes fixed on Grandma, as if searching for something.
But Grandma just put the certificate in her bag and left, with Mo Xuan silently following behind her.
When they reached the car outside the civil affairs office, Mo Xuan couldn't hold back and asked, "Grandma, is there nothing you want to say to him?"
"No," Grandma replied.
She sighed, looked back, and saw Grandpa Mo standing at the door, watching their direction.
Grandma showed no lingering attachment, turned, and got into the car, not even glancing at her former husband again.
On the way home, Grandma remained quiet, just gazing out the window. Mo Xuan's unease grew stronger, even considering taking Grandma to the hospital for a check-up.
"Xuan, drive faster. I'm a bit tired," Grandma suddenly said. "Don't take any detours, just head home..."
Meanwhile, Grandpa Mo still stood at the entrance of the civil affairs office, his old hands tightly clutching the divorce certificate, his thoughts unclear. Mo Qingqing was annoyed; she had a lot of work to do and didn't have time to stand here and let him catch a cold.
"Let's go back," Grandpa Mo said, putting away the divorce certificate and slowly descending the steps. His back looked somewhat lonely, but in Mo Qingqing's eyes, it was merely hypocritical.
Don't tell me you're regretting it now; that would be too disgusting.
"Take Grandpa home," Mo Qingqing ordered the driver. Compared to accompanying an elderly man who had just divorced, company matters were more important. After giving the order, she didn't say anything more to her grandfather and walked away in another direction...
Mo Xuan finally took Grandma home. As soon as they entered, Grandma went straight to the bedroom, arranging her pillow and quilt as if preparing for a midday nap.
After doing this, she looked back at Mo Xuan, who was standing at the door with red eyes, and smiled, "When I wake up, the meal will be ready, right?"
"Yes, it will be ready when you wake up," Mo Xuan replied, not knowing how forced his smile looked, tears streaming down his face. "Grandma, you... you..."
His throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Grandma looked at her grandson one last time, feeling no more worries. Although it was a bit absurd, there were still children, and two outstanding girls who liked him.
What else was there to worry about? It seemed there wasn't...
"Oh, right, Xuan, this is for you," Grandma suddenly remembered, taking out a notebook from the drawer by the bed. "I wrote this before leaving the hospital. I didn't plan to tell you, but now it doesn't seem important..."
Mo Xuan reached out to take it, but as his fingers touched the notebook, Grandma's hand suddenly fell limply...
In the Luo Corporation Building, Luo Shiya, who was reviewing documents, felt her phone vibrate. When she saw the message, her eyes froze, her hand holding the document motionless, as if time had stopped.
The message on her phone screen was from Mo Xuan:
"My Grandma has passed away..."
Although she was also sad, Luo Shiya felt an inexplicable joy at this moment!
"Grandma, don't worry..." Luo Shiya opened a box and gently touched the two ceramic dolls. "I'll take good care of Xuan..."
"This way, Xuan will be even more helpless, more dependent on me and Muqi, right?"
"Xuan must be very sad, right? I must, I must go to his side..."
"From now on, he'll only have us..."
Luo Shiya didn't want to smile, but thinking about how Mo Xuan would have no other family to rely on, that twisted smile still appeared on her face.
"Oh, Xuan definitely won't want to see the Mo family. Don't worry, Xuan, only we'll be there for Grandma's funeral..."
As Luo Shiya muttered to herself, her fingers trembled as she sent a message to Sister Hui...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
