Chapter 233 What is Yun Zheng’s last name? Mr. Fu must know it, right?

Mo Shian walked out slowly from the shadows, his shiny Oxford shoes crushing the lights on the ground.

The gold-rimmed glasses chain swayed gently with his steps, casting a fine shadow on the side of his neck.

The thin chain shone coldly under the light, like a noose that could tighten at any moment.

When he raised his hand to adjust his glasses, his cuffs revealed the Mohist family crest and the alluring blooming black lotus engraved on the platinum cufflinks.

"Mr. Fu didn't even tell me in advance that he was coming." He stopped three steps away from Fu Linghe.

This distance is neither offensive nor long enough for each other to see the subtlest changes in emotion in each other's eyes.

The sapphire lapel pin on the man's suit shone with a cold light, a faint blue like an undercurrent in the deep sea. "I'm sorry for not welcoming you so far."

Mo Shian's voice was low, with a hint of coldness that seemed to be a smile.

Fu Linghe's lips curled slightly, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. His fingertips gently stroked the wedding ring on his ring finger. His voice was lazy and dangerous. "Mr. Mo, you are too polite."

The wedding ring on Fu Linghe's finger reflected a cold light under the light.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowered to a whisper, carrying an undeniable warning, "If President Mo knows what's good for him, he should stay away from Yun Zheng!"

Mo Shian's eyes flickered behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his lips. His tone was a little nonchalant, "Oh? Mr. Fu, are you threatening me?"

He suddenly chuckled, and pushed the frame of his glasses with his slender fingers. The chain of the glasses swayed at the side of his neck with his movements, reflecting a cold light under the light.

"Mr. Fu, you're joking. I believe you know Yun Zheng's last name."

The air suddenly stagnated.

Fu Linghe's eyes darkened, his knuckles tightened slightly, but his voice remained calm, "Her last name is not important. What matters is that Yun Zheng is my wife now."

When he said the word "wife", the tip of his tongue gently touched the roof of his mouth, with a sense of satisfaction.

A sinister glint flashed in Mo Shian's eyes, but the curve of his lips deepened.

He suddenly pulled out a pen from his suit pocket and turned it over between his fingers. "Really? Then Mr. Fu must protect her well. After all..."

He leaned forward slightly, the scent of cigar and patchouli filling his face. His voice was extremely low, carrying a cold warning, "The Mohist school never likes others to touch its things."

Fu Linghe sneered, his eyes filled with hostility. "Did Mr. Mo make a mistake? Zheng Zheng has never been a member of the Mo family. She belongs to me, Fu Linghe."

Mo Shian suddenly took a step forward, and the distance between them was instantly shortened to the point where they could hear each other's breaths.

His slender fingers rested on Fu Linghe's chest, and beneath his fingertips was the other person's steady and strong heartbeat.

"Mr. Fu, you're joking." His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were as dark as ink, and his voice was dangerously magnetic. "Whether Yun Zheng is a member of the Mo family...it's not up to you to decide."

Fu Linghe didn't move at all, but the bulging veins on the side of his neck revealed his anger.

Mo Shian chuckled at this and suddenly leaned close to his ear, "The DNA test results will tell everything."

Fu Linghe's gaze swept over Mo Shi'an coldly, lingering on his collar pin for a second. "So you and Mr. Lin... no, to be more precise, it was Mr. Mo who carefully laid out such a big plan just to get Yun Zheng's DNA sample."

Although Fu Linghe asked a question, his tone was affirmative.

The glasses chain on Mo Shian's neck was suddenly grabbed by the other party, and the metal chain was stretched into a dangerous straight line between the two of them.

Fu Linghe's voice was filled with icy anger. "Have you ever asked Yun Zheng about her wishes before doing this?"

The crystal chandelier in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed for a moment, and Mo Shian saw the violence surging in Fu Linghe's eyes in the flickering light.

The hand wearing the wedding ring was pressed against his Adam's apple, and the platinum band on his ring finger hurt.

"Are you willing to destroy her peaceful life?" Fu Linghe suddenly chuckled, his fingertips rolling heavily over Mo Shi'an's collar pin, the sapphire making a small sound as it scraped against his suit. "Is this what the Mo family calls family affection?"

"Mo Shi'an, where were you when Yun Zheng needed her family the most? Where were you when Yun Zheng was kicked out by the Yun family? You didn't show up when she needed her family the most, so why are you disrupting her life now?"

Fu Linghe pressed his knuckles against Mo Shi'an's Adam's apple, applying slight force. The wedding ring left a cold mark on the artery.

The light from the crystal chandelier revealed the scarlet bloodshot in his eyes. "As long as Yun Zheng recognizes you, you are her family. If she doesn't, your Mo family means nothing to her."

Their eyes met, and undercurrents surged, as if invisible blades were clashing in the air.

At this moment, Yun Zheng's footsteps came from a distance, light and cheerful, "Fu Linghe, I'm fine!"

A light female voice came from the end of the corridor, and Yun Zheng walked down slowly, holding up the hem of her haze blue skirt.

The matching wedding ring on her ring finger reflected the tiny starlight, and her eyes were sparkling.

Almost instantly, Fu Linghe and Mo Shi'an restrained their sharpness and their expressions returned to normal.

Mo Shi'an stood up, a gentle smile on his lips again, and turned to look at Yun Zheng, "Miss Yun."

Yun Zheng was startled, obviously not expecting to meet Mo Shian here. She subconsciously leaned closer to Fu Linghe, "Mr. Mo? You're here too."

Yun Zheng originally thought that she and Mo Shian would never meet again in this life, but she didn't expect to meet again so soon.

Fu Linghe put his arm around her waist, gently rubbing her waist with his fingertips, as if silently declaring his sovereignty.

Mo Shi'an's gaze lingered on Fu Linghe's hand for a moment.

There is a vegetable farmer who wants to kill his pigs because his cabbages are being offered as gifts!

A hint of coldness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her gentle, modest appearance.

"Old Lin and my grandfather are old acquaintances, so it's only natural for me to come to the birthday party."

He paused, his gaze falling on Yun Zheng's face, and his tone softened a bit, "Miss Yun is very beautiful today."

Yun Zheng smiled politely, "Thank you, Mr. Mo."

A dark glint flashed in Fu Linghe's eyes, and he suddenly lowered his head and whispered in Yun Zheng's ear, "Wife, we should go downstairs."

He deliberately emphasized the word "wife" and looked at Mo Shian provocatively.

Mo Shi'an's knuckles tightened slightly, but his expression remained calm, even slightly sideways to make way: "Please."

Fu Linghe passed by him with Yun Zheng in his arms, and the two of them passed each other.

Mo Shian's deep voice drifted into Fu Linghe's ears. "Fu Linghe, do you think... you can hide her forever?"