“What do you mean?”
Fresh out of the hospital and now checked into a hotel, Mo Jinpeng was utterly exhausted. His biological mother, Li Yuzhen, had one of her legs broken, and he had hired a caregiver to look after her.
No one from the Mo family had reached out to him yet, and he dared not contact anyone except Mo Changshan. Unfortunately, the only person he could reach—his father—had his phone turned off.
He had deleted Mo Xuan’s contact information but hadn’t blocked him. When he saw an unknown number calling, he answered, never expecting Mo Xuan to contact him at this moment.
“Don’t fucking tell me you’re coming to settle old scores with me over Su Yanran now!”
Mo Jinpeng’s voice was loud, almost as if he was on the verge of breaking down. With so much pressure piling up recently, he was indeed close to his limit.
Mo Xuan moved the phone away from his ear again. Raised by Madam Qin, it seemed both of them had the same habit of yelling into the phone.
But Mo Xuan overlooked one crucial detail: Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi were sitting beside him. Coincidentally, they overheard Mo Jinpeng’s words.
Mo Xuan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if the temperature in the room had dropped significantly. Not far from him, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi’s faces turned icy, their eyes glinting with a dangerous light.
For Su Yanran? Was Mo Xuan planning to meet Mo Jinpeng to take revenge for Su Yanran?
Mo Xuan was completely unaware of the sisters’ reaction. He simply lowered his head and fumbled with his jacket. “Sorry, but I wouldn’t waste my time and energy on her. She’s not worth it.”
The sisters’ expressions softened slightly, but their gaze remained fixed on Mo Xuan, like hunters keeping a close eye on their prey, afraid it might escape.
Suddenly, an interesting thought crossed Luo Shiya’s mind, and a faint smile crept onto her lips.
Quietly pulling out her phone, Luo Shiya sent a message…
Mo Jinpeng didn’t want to meet Mo Xuan. In his current state of disarray, what good could possibly come from seeing Mo Xuan?
“Not willing? Fine, forget it then.” Mo Xuan sighed. “To be honest, I’m not particularly eager to see you either. Let me guess, you probably don’t know yet that your dear father has been admitted to the ICU, and the old man just passed away, right?”
Hearing Mo Xuan’s words, Mo Jinpeng felt his head spin. Mo Xuan had no reason to lie about something like this. If he wanted to confirm it, he could just stubbornly call Mo Yingying or Mo Tingting.
The fact that Mo Xuan dared to say it meant it was true!
“So what? You must be feeling pretty smug now, huh?”
Mo Jinpeng’s voice trembled uncontrollably. Though his tone was forceful, his face had drained of all color—though Mo Xuan couldn’t see it.
“There’s nothing to feel smug about. I just wanted to see what state you’re in.” Mo Xuan’s tone was calm. “But on second thought, it’s rather pointless. Mo Jinpeng, if I were you, I’d start thinking about how to deal with Madam Qin.”
“It might sound ironic coming from me, but at least in the past, Madam Qin treated you quite well. Now that your dear father is in the ICU and she’s been deceived for so long, do you think she’ll let you off the hook?”
Pausing for a moment, Mo Xuan suddenly chuckled. “Mo Jinpeng, you know Madam Qin better than I do. You’ve seen her coldness firsthand through how she treated me all these years. What do you think she’ll do to you now?”
Mo Xuan’s words felt like a nail being driven straight into Mo Jinpeng’s heart. His mother and Mo Changshan had pulled off a deceitful switch, and to make matters worse, Li Yuzhen had cruelly killed the infant to prevent any complications.
Qin Ni probably wished she could devour all three of them alive. And now, with Mo Changshan and the old man out of the picture, Mo Jinpeng had no one to rely on.
“You know, this couple is quite a match. The husband schemed against his wife to bring his illegitimate son into the fold, while the wife schemed against her husband by raising the illegitimate son herself.” Mo Xuan’s tone was laced with sarcasm. “What’s even funnier is that Madam Qin ended up being the most pitiful one. Of her two biological sons, one died, and the other cut ties with her. The illegitimate son is sickly, and she’s been raising the child of her husband’s mistress all these years.”
“A respected CEO and designer of a jewelry company, reduced to a clown by all of you.”
“What do you think her state of mind is now? And how do you think she’ll deal with you and your mother?”
With every word Mo Xuan spoke, Mo Jinpeng’s body trembled more violently. Mo Xuan was right about one thing: he knew just how cold and ruthless Qin Ni could be.
Hadn’t Mo Xuan’s own experiences over the years proven that?
Mo Jinpeng suddenly remembered something crucial: the evidence of his and Li Yuzhen’s illegal activities. Mo Xuan might not know about Uncle Zheng’s involvement, but Mo Jinpeng suspected it was at his behest. Mo Qingqing also had evidence.
If Qin Ni got her hands on this, she wouldn’t hesitate to send him to prison!
“Think carefully. Madam Qin still has her own illegitimate son. You’ve seen how she treated me and how she treats him.” Mo Xuan continued to stir the pot. “I’m guessing you’ve already figured this out by now. I’ve said all I need to say, Young Master Mo. If you don’t act, not only will the Mo family have nothing to do with you, but your life might be in danger.”
With that, Mo Xuan hung up the phone. Whether or not he met Mo Jinpeng was irrelevant; his goal had already been achieved.
Mo Xuan might not be an expert on human nature, but he knew the Mo family well. Having witnessed their selfishness and coldness for years, he was certain Mo Jinpeng wouldn’t sit idly by, and Qin Ni would never let him off the hook.
Since it was a dog-eat-dog situation, there was no harm in letting them tear each other apart even more fiercely.
“Brother, you’ve become quite cunning,” Luo Muqi said with a smile, wrapping her arms around Mo Xuan’s neck. “So, you’re not trying to get revenge on Mo Jinpeng for Su Yanran?”
Though the question seemed casual, the sisters’ expressions were anything but.
“Of course not!” Mo Xuan quickly waved his hands, appearing somewhat flustered. “What I’m doing has nothing to do with Su Yanran. If it were just about her, I wouldn’t even bother.”
“Just teasing you,” Luo Shiya said, walking over and gently ruffling Mo Xuan’s hair. “We’ll talk about the painting next time. Our daughter is waiting at home. Let’s go back and have dinner with her, okay?”
Then, as if remembering something, Luo Shiya added softly, “By the way, Xiao Xuan, there’s a party tomorrow. Would you accompany us? You won’t have to show your face. We’ll have a room arranged for you at the hotel, and you can wait there for us.”
Mo Xuan looked at Luo Shiya in surprise. As the vice president of Luo Corporation, social engagements were inevitable, but Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi rarely attended such events.
Moreover, they wanted him to come along, even if he didn’t have to appear in public. He couldn’t quite figure out why.
“We can’t avoid this one, and it’s being hosted by Luo Tian,” Luo Shiya explained. “But Muqi and I find these things rather dull. We usually book a room in advance, make a round of appearances, and then hide until it’s over.”
“Alright, I’ll go with you then,” Mo Xuan nodded.
Just then, Luo Shiya’s phone vibrated. She glanced at it briefly before putting it away and reaching out to pull Mo Xuan up. “Let’s go. It’s time to head back.”
Meanwhile, at the company, Sister Hui sent a message and looked at the invitation in her hand. The screen of her phone, still lit up, showed her conversation with Luo Shiya.
**“Send an invitation to the Su family for tomorrow’s party. Others can be skipped, but Su Yanran must attend.”**
**“Understood, Miss.”**