Chapter 253: We don't lack those Mohist oddballs!

Fu Linghe turned around and put a document on the table. The folder slid half a meter on the smooth table and stopped in front of Mr. Mo.

The gold-plated Fu Group emblem sparkled under the light, and the cold light reflected from the edge was like Fu Linghe's eyes at the moment.

"Open it and take a look." Fu Linghe sat back in the leather seat, his slender fingers crossed on his knees, "Don't let the Mo family think that my wife would be interested in your Mo family's shabby things."

Mr. Mo's hands, covered with age spots, trembled slightly as he opened the folder.

The total amount of assets under Yun Zheng's name is clearly visible, and there are so many zeros after the number that it needs to be displayed in segments.

The most striking thing is that she holds 45% of the shares of the Fu Group. The shares under her name are even more than those of the president Fu Linghe.

Mr. Mo was a little surprised when he saw the share ratio. He could see Fu Linghe's attitude.

Fu Linghe didn't even raise his eyelids, tapping his fingertips on the armrest of the chair. "Yun Zheng is my wife. I can give her everything I have, except my worthless life."

Mo Shi'an and Old Man Mo looked at each other, with different expressions on their faces.

Mo Shi'an couldn't help but speak up, "Fu Linghe, no matter what, Yun Zheng is my sister and a member of our Mo family. This is a fact that cannot be changed."

Fu Linghe glanced at him and said coldly, "Mo Shi'an, you are the least worthy of speaking! If you had any brains and truly considered Yun Zheng, you wouldn't have recklessly revealed Yun Zheng's life story in that situation."

When Mo Shi'an heard this, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he began to avoid her eyes unconsciously.

Fu Linghe stared at Mo Shian, and could see his panic, but he still insisted on speaking.

"Yun Zheng has been locked in her room since returning from Country A. She hasn't had a drop of water for two whole days and has ignored everyone."

Fu Linghe's voice was like breaking ice, each one hitting Mo Shian's heart precisely.

"You have to understand that since Yun Zheng married me, I have never let her suffer any injustice. I can't wait to pamper her, but you hurt her so easily. This is what you call bullshit family affection."

As Fu Linghe finished speaking, the entire banquet hall fell into silence, and the air seemed to freeze.

Mr. Mo's brows were tightly knitted, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the document, and Mo Shian's expression was extremely ugly.

"I..." Mo Shian opened his mouth, but found that he had no way to defend himself.

He was indeed impulsive at that time. He only wanted to tell her the truth and keep her, but ignored Yun Zheng's feelings.

Now that Fu Linghe had exposed his secrets word by word, he felt a tightness and pain in his chest.

Fu Linghe coldly withdrew his gaze, stood up, and looked down at them. "I didn't want to interfere in the affairs of the Mo family. But since you keep pestering me, let me make it clear. Yun Zheng doesn't need anything from the Mo family, including your 'concern'."

He picked up the phone on the table, and on the screen was Yun Zheng's sleeping face.

She curled up in the corner of the bedroom, her face pale and with a faint blue-black color under her eyes.

Fu Linghe's eyes softened a little in an instant, but it disappeared in a flash.

"See?" He turned the screen towards the Mo family father and son, "This is what your so-called 'family' brought her."

Old Master Mo could see that Fu Linghe was protecting Yun Zheng, and he never acted like an elder to Fu Linghe from beginning to end.

"We in the Mo Clan have seen how good Mr. Fu is to Yun Zheng. We came all the way here not to force Yun Zheng to recognize us, but we just want to know if she's doing well and if she's recovered."

Fu Linghe's tone softened slightly, and he snorted disdainfully, "She's fine, as long as you don't disturb her rashly."

As his voice fell, the entire banquet hall fell into deathly silence again.

Fu Linghe successfully silenced the grandfather and grandson with his mouth.

Finally, it was Old Master Mo who broke the silence in the room, "I have one last question for President Fu."

Fu Linghe raised his eyes to look at him, without any extra emotion in his eyes, "You say."

"Does Zheng Zheng know that President Fu came to see us today?" Old Master Mo raised his wrinkled eyes slightly, and a sharp glint flashed in his cloudy pupils. "Are these things you told us your own ideas or Yun Zheng's?"

Fu Linghe's fingertips that were tapping the armrest stopped instantly, and his expression froze for a moment, but he immediately regained his composure in just a moment.

The crystal chandelier in the banquet hall cast shadows of varying shades on his chiseled face, making the coldness in his eyes even sharper.

"Mr. Mo," he said, his lips curling up slowly, his smile not reaching his eyes, "Do you think there is anyone in this world who can make decisions for her?"

Fu Linghe's words were half true and half false. Yun Zheng didn't know yet that the Mo family had come to the capital, but it was also true that she didn't want to recognize them.

When Mr. Mo heard this, a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in his eyes. He closed the document in his hand and put it aside.

"Since this is Zheng Zheng's idea, then we naturally have nothing to say." The old man's voice was a little hoarse, restrained and yielding. "We never intended to disrupt her life. Shi An was impulsive last time. President Fu, please apologize to Zheng Zheng on our behalf."

"It's understandable that she doesn't recognize us, and it's understandable that she hates us, but blood ties can't be severed so easily."

There was a hint of persistence in Mr. Mo's eyes, and his tone was firmer. "Whether he recognizes us or not, she is still the most distinguished young lady of our Mo family."

Fu Linghe leaned forward slightly, and the light from the crystal lamp fell on his handsome face, adding a bit of sharpness.

"The grudge between the Fu and Mo families spans several lifetimes. It's impossible to resolve it so easily. Everyone knows this."

He raised his hand to loosen his tie before continuing, "Yun Zheng loves me, so do you know how much pressure this identity as the eldest daughter of the Mo family puts on her?"

Old Master Mo's expression was a little complicated. She had considered what Fu Linghe said.

Before he could say anything, he heard Fu Linghe speak again.

"Yun Zheng is still looking forward to finding her biological parents." Fu Linghe closed his eyes, trying to suppress the heartache, but he couldn't.

"You don't know how she managed to survive when people called her a bastard and said she had some filthy blood she didn't even know about."

When Mo Shian and Old Man Mo heard this, their hearts felt like they were being grabbed by an invisible hand and hurt.

They didn't know that Yun Zheng had actually experienced all this, and they felt even more guilty.

"If I weren't her husband, or if my last name wasn't Fu, or if your last name wasn't Mo, she would be very happy to find her biological parents."

When Fu Linghe said this, his face also showed a little more powerlessness. "Unfortunately, all these assumptions have been perfectly avoided. Your presence will only bring pressure to her."

He also hated himself for not being able to change the current situation. The feud between the two families was not decided by him alone.