While working at her office, Luo Shiya's phone suddenly buzzed with a message. She glanced at it, her brows furrowing slightly.
She promptly pressed the intercom, and soon the door opened. A woman in her thirties walked in, tall and graceful like a poplar tree, wearing a black women's suit with a practical short haircut and a dignified expression.
"Sister Hui, Qin Ni has been asking about us at the nursing home, though she doesn't know it's me and Mu Qi," Luo Shiya said calmly. "Seems she's been bothering Grandma again. Give her something to keep her occupied."
"Understood, young miss." Sister Hui nodded. "Should I have my sister pay her a visit with a warning?"
"No need. We're not confronting those three families yet because they still have their uses," Luo Shiya smiled, though her smile carried a hint of ruthlessness. "About Grandma..."
"Young miss, we did everything we could back then," Sister Hui sighed. "If it weren't for you and the second young miss spending money on specialists, Madam Mo probably wouldn't have made it..."
"She's Little Xuan's only relative left..." Luo Shiya's expression turned somewhat melancholic. "I just want him to be happy... Never mind, go handle it, Sister Hui. Find a way to pass the message to the Mo Family. I don't care about their other assets - I can give Little Xuan more than that - but they must pay for the shares. Figure out a way to force them to buy out Grandma's shares at the proper price!"
At the nursing home, Qin Ni felt her head spinning. Ordering luxury hotel takeout for everyone in the nursing home, with red envelopes worth 2,000 each.
Thinking about Mo Xuan's Knights of the Round Table worth over 4 million, Qin Ni gritted her teeth. Had Mo Xuan been kept by some rich woman?
She couldn't find out who it was. That day, it was Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi's assistants who handled everything. Moreover, Grandma had been taken out by Mo Xuan to reunite with the sisters and their daughter group. Only the director and a few executives at the nursing home knew about it, and they certainly wouldn't tell Qin Ni.
"This ungrateful son, no wonder he hasn't had any contact with the family for so long!"
Qin Ni gnashed her teeth, but then she thought about Mo Xuan's looks - no one in either the Mo or Qin families could compare to him.
"Mom..."
Jiang Sifeng called out softly, but Qin Ni glared at him and whispered: "Have you forgotten what I told you?"
Jiang Sifeng quickly corrected himself: "Godmother, why don't you go tell your husband? If Mo Xuan is really being kept by someone, it'll bring shame to our family if word gets out..."
Qin Ni didn't answer, instead pulling him toward the exit. Stopping at the nursing home's main entrance, she whispered: "I need to find out exactly who this unfilial son is involved with. Whether young or old, someone who can spend so lavishly must be from no small family..."
She was afraid - afraid that Mo Xuan had connected with someone from one of the Capital's upper-class families.
With a guilty conscience, Qin Ni knew deep down that the whole family had wronged their younger son, treating him differently from Mo Jinpeng. The worst was Su Yanran's marriage arrangement - it had been set up by Grandma and the Su Family's matriarch, but everyone in their family knew Mo Jinpeng deliberately stole Su Yanran just to spite Mo Xuan.
Not only did they not intervene, but Mo Changshan and Qin Ni even helped Mo Jinpeng. In their view, Mo Jinpeng was more suitable for the marriage alliance with Su Yanran, since the future family business would be inherited by the eldest son, and the Su Family was of equal standing with the Mo Family, with Su Yanran being the Su Family's precious daughter.
The more excessive her past actions had been, the more panicked Qin Ni felt now. Someone who could be so generous to Mo Xuan must really care for him. They couldn't afford to offend any of the Capital's upper-class families. Even if it wasn't necessarily someone from those families, even if it was someone of similar status to their own families, Mo Xuan's earlier look suggested he was deliberately trying to upset her by mentioning Jiang Sifeng being her biological son.
Clearly, her younger son knew something!
"This unfilial son..." Qin Ni gritted her teeth. "If he really has hooked up with some wealthy family's woman, the truth about Sifeng might not stay hidden..."
When Mo Xuan returned to the hospital room, Grandma looked at him with concern and asked: "Little Xuan, did that foolish mother of yours give you any trouble?"
"It's fine, Grandma. She's not my mother anymore." Mo Xuan took an apple from the bag and started peeling it. "Don't worry about it. If they want those shares, they can have them."
"Child, those belong to you!" Grandma said angrily. "The Mo Family is practically finished in your father and Mo Jinpeng's hands. While I still have the strength, I want to get this money out for you quickly. Whether things work out with the Luo family's daughter or not, this money will be enough for you."
Mo Xuan wasn't pretending to be noble. Based on his understanding of the Mo Family, they thought anything spent on Mo Jinpeng was justified, but spending even a little on him felt painful to them. For the 10% shares, they would need to pay around 600 million at market price.
What about their promise to give him 5% later, plus 3% of Qin's Jewelry? His lightning-struck birth parents had written him plenty of such empty checks - had any ever materialized?
"Grandma, let me ask you something," Mo Xuan cut the apple into pieces and placed them on a plate. "If I take revenge on my parents and grandfather, would you hate me?"
Grandma didn't answer, nor did she take the apple Mo Xuan offered. After a while, the old lady sighed and said with a hint of resignation: "I know you hate them. After I'm gone, I won't care how you deal with them."
Mo Xuan had expected this response from Grandma. After all, it was her husband of half a lifetime, whom she had once truly loved, and her son whom she had raised herself.
Now her grandson wanted to fight against her husband, son, and the whole family. No matter how much she hated them, Grandma still didn't want to see this happen.
"Your father wasn't always like this. It was all because of that woman..." Grandma looked out the window, her eyes full of regret. "It's my fault. If I had discovered it earlier, your father wouldn't have become like this."
"Was it Mrs. Qin?"
Hearing Mo Xuan's question, Grandma shook her head and said: "No, it was his first love, a dancer named Li Yuzhen... Never mind, let's not talk about it. Little Xuan, you should go now. I want to rest for a while."
Mo Xuan didn't say anything more, just reminded Grandma to rest well, then transferred another 10,000 to Aunt Zhang. Although Aunt Zhang kept refusing, Mo Xuan insisted on giving her the money.
"Little Xuan..."
Aunt Zhang pulled Mo Xuan out of the hospital room, then lowered her voice and said: "The old lady has been sleeping more and more lately, and her spirit is getting weaker. You should prepare yourself mentally..."
"I know, Aunt Zhang..." Mo Xuan nodded. He knew that these two years of Grandma's life had been bought with the several million that Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had spent on specialists. He visited the nursing home almost every other day, making time to see Grandma even when he was extremely busy.
In these two years, except for this recent bonus, he had spent all his income on Grandma. When Grandma was diagnosed with a brain tumor, she wouldn't have survived if they hadn't brought in specialists. But the specialists had also said that even after removing the tumor, given Grandma's age and the delayed treatment, there had already been damage to her neural system.
Standing at the doorway of the hospital room, looking at his sleeping Grandma, Mo Xuan's eyes were filled with resentment, sorrow, and anger.
If the Mo Family hadn't stood by and done nothing back then, Grandma wouldn't be in this condition today...