Chapter 225 She Looks a Lot Like Her Mother

Mo Shi'an stood there, staring at Yun Zheng's departing back with a serious look, until her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

He raised his hand, gently tapped his temples with his slender index finger, a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Mo?" The assistant behind him noticed his pause and asked in a low voice.

Mo Shian retracted his gaze and said in a cold voice, "Check Yun Zheng."

The assistant was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, "Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

Mo Shi'an stepped forward, his leather shoes making a steady sound on the marble floor.

His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable command. "I want all her information, especially her family situation and the time and place of her birth."

The assistant quickly wrote it down, "Understood. I'll sort it out as soon as possible."

Mo Shi'an didn't say anything else, but just narrowed his eyes slightly, and Yun Zheng's little face appeared in his mind.

He said nothing more and turned to get on the elevator.

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On the other side, Yun Zheng quickly walked to the car parked at the door, opened the passenger seat and sat in.

Fu Linghe's slender hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, his brows slightly furrowed, and his knuckles turned slightly white.

The moment he saw Yun Zheng get on the car, his tense body relaxed a little, but the worry in his eyes still remained.

He reached out and held Yun Zheng's shoulders, his eyes scanning her face carefully. "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Yun Zheng shook her head slightly, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "It's just a visit, what could happen?"

Fu Linghe's fingertips gently stroked her hair, confirming that there was nothing unusual about her, and finally felt relieved. "I'm glad you're okay."

The short hour that Yun Zheng was there felt to him like a century.

She put her arms around the man's neck and rested her forehead against his, "I'm sorry to have worried Mr. Fu."

Fu Linghe hugged her back, feeling at ease only when he felt her presence.

"I met Mo Shi'an." Yun Zheng pulled herself out of Fu Linghe's embrace, her tone becoming more serious. "He invited me to join ANT."

"You agreed." There was a hint of nervousness in Fu Linghe's eyes, and even a hint of trembling in his tone.

"Of course not." Yun Zheng looked up, seeing the dark tide surging in his eyes. "I tore up his business card."

Fu Linghe paused, his eyes darkening. "Did he recognize you?"

"Probably not." Yun Zheng frowned slightly, recalling Mo Shi'an's expression, "But... he seems very interested in me."

Fu Linghe tightened his knuckles, a cold look flashing in his eyes. "He'd better not set his sights on you."

Yun Zheng reached out and placed her hand over the back of his, feeling the coolness of his palm. She whispered, "Don't worry, I won't give him a chance."

Fu Linghe held her fingers with his backhand, and the moment their fingers intertwined, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

Yun Zheng chuckled, "Mr. Fu, are you so worried about me?"

"It's not that I'm worried about you." Fu Linghe raised his eyes, the stubbornness she was familiar with was in his eyes, "It's because you're too outstanding. All kinds of people want to be close to you."

Yun Zheng chuckled, "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's go back."

Fu Linghe nodded, started the car and drove away from the research institute.

The scenery outside the car window quickly receded, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden hue on the two of them.

The car suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of soft music flowing.

Yun Zheng leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the window, but her thoughts couldn't help but drift away.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Linghe glanced at her sideways, his voice low and gentle.

Yun Zheng came back to her senses and shook her head. "Nothing, I was just thinking that ANT's research project is really advanced."

Fu Linghe tapped his fingertips lightly on the steering wheel, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance, "Boss, our Fu Group's research institute is not bad either."

Yun Zheng was amused by him and looked at him with a smile, "Yes, yes, Mr. Fu is the best."

Fu Linghe's lips curled slightly, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but then he lowered his voice, "However, Mo Shi'an is not a simple person. His sudden interest in you may have other purposes."

Yun Zheng nodded, her expression becoming more serious. "I feel the same way. His eyes... always make me feel uncomfortable, like he's scrutinizing me."

Fu Linghe gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white. "I'll have someone keep an eye on him."

Yun Zheng hummed softly, then leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest.

The car became quiet again, with only the breeze from the air conditioner blowing gently.

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On the other side, the old house of the Mo family.

Mo Shi'an arrived at the entrance, leaned over slightly, and slowly changed his shoes with elegant and smooth movements.

Standing up, he took off his coat and handed it to the servant waiting beside him. He opened his thin lips and asked casually, "Where is Grandpa?"

"Master, the old man is in the study." The little maid took the coat with both hands, bent slightly, and said respectfully.

Mo Shian nodded slightly, and walked up the stairs step by step with steady steps.

He walked to the door of the study, stood straight, slowly bent his slender fingers, and knocked three times on the heavy mahogany door, neither lightly nor heavily, his movements filled with a bit of habitual politeness.

"Come in." Mr. Mo's low and majestic voice came from inside the door.

Mo Shian raised his hand, grasped the door handle, pushed it gently, and walked into the study.

In the study, the faint scent of sandalwood lingers in the air, making people feel peaceful.

Old Master Mo was sitting behind a rosewood desk, wearing a pair of reading glasses on his nose, and was concentrating on reading a document.

Hearing the footsteps, the old man didn't look up, but asked directly, "You're looking for me right after you got back. What's the matter?"

Mo Shi'an walked steadily to the desk, his originally calm expression now becoming somewhat solemn.

He frowned slightly, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, "Grandpa, I saw someone today."

Mo Shian reached into his suit pocket and slowly and carefully took out a photo.

His fingers were long, white, and with distinct joints, he gently pushed the photo in front of the old man and said, "Take a look."

The moment Mr. Mo's eyes fell on the photo, his fingers trembled violently and the document in his hand almost slipped.

Through his reading glasses, you can see that his pupils suddenly contracted and an expression of shock that was hard to conceal appeared on his face.

He slowly put down the documents in his hand, raised his hand to pick up the photo, slowly took off his glasses, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and murmured to himself, "It's her..."

Mo Shian stood aside and keenly noticed the old man's abnormality. His eyes darkened instantly, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he asked, "Grandpa knows her?"

Mr. Mo gently placed the photo on the table before speaking slowly, "I had an asthma attack on the road yesterday, and it was this girl who saved me."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Mo Shian with complicated eyes, "Where did you get her photo?"

"She's a new research talent recruited by ANT." Mo Shi'an's voice unconsciously turned a little colder, and his expression became even more stern. "But strangely, she seems to be..."

He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "I have an instinctive resistance."

At this point, Mo Shian's voice suddenly dropped.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the photo, his fingertips lingering on Yun Zheng's eyebrows and eyes in the photo, "And... she looks a lot like her mother."