Chapter 60: In the Black Group, I Met Brother Jin, My Get-Out-of-Depth Token Is Still Valid...

Mo Ningzhi blinked, and it took her a while to come to her senses. She quickly pushed Qin Weijin away and stood up awkwardly to straighten her clothes.

Mo Tingzhou and Li Yan were practically frozen in the entryway, still in the same pose they had been in when they entered, like screaming chickens frozen in place, too afraid to move.

Finally, it was Old Man Mo who reacted first, "You...you...oh dear, what kind of behavior is this!"

Whether from surprise or anger, the old man spoke incoherently, then immediately turned around, his emotions unstable: "You two hurry up and get ready, I'll come back later."

Li Yan also turned around in a daze, forgetting to pick up her car keys.

Just as the old man's hand touched the doorknob, Mo Ningzhi spoke up, her voice very soft: "No need, we didn't do anything."

Mo Tingzhou whirled around: "What else do you want to do!"

Upon learning that Mo Ningzhi had caused a scene at the company and even punched Zhou Yaozheng, he initially thought the two brothers had some irreconcilable conflict and was extremely anxious. Fortunately, Zhou Suiyin returned home in time and explained that it was Zhou Yaozheng's fault this time, and that Mo Ningzhi had only acted out of anger.

The old man thought for a moment and realized that Mo Ningzhi was a bit of a scoundrel, but he still had some principles and wouldn't cosplay any hysterical characters for no reason. He was relieved, but then worried that his son might have been wronged and wanted to come to the house to check on him. Luckily, he ran into Li Yan downstairs. The uncle and nephew chatted as they opened the door, never expecting to witness such a dramatic scene.

The man who often appears on screen is kissing his son on the sofa.

Mo Tingzhou's vision immediately went black.

Qin Weijin, however, was not embarrassed. He immediately composed himself and respectfully addressed him as "Uncle".

The uncle, however, was not going to give him a friendly look. He snorted sarcastically, which earned him a meaningful look from his son.

Mo Tingzhou: "..."

"Why are you here?" Mo Ningzhi asked.

"Listen to this nonsense! Does a father have to be interrogated when he comes to his son's house?" Mo Tingzhou thought to himself, but said outwardly, "Oh, it's nothing."

Mo Tingzhou glanced down and thought the sofa was really small. Two big men were squeezed in there, shoulder to shoulder. They wouldn't even be close enough to take wedding photos. He couldn't help but feel a little toothache.

"Um, your name is Qin..."

“Qin became Jin,” Mo Ningzhi said slowly.

"I didn't ask you."

Mo Ningzhi fell silent.

Rarely seeing his son so tender, Mo Tingzhou immediately felt he had regained his fatherly authority. He glared at Mo Ningzhi and then turned his gaze to Qin Weijin: "You, come with me."

Mo Ningzhi immediately perked up her ears: "What can't you say to my face?"

When Old Mo saw that his son still wanted to protect Qin Weijin, his temper flared up immediately. "He did that with you...? Can't I even talk to someone? You little bastard, are you going to bring him home before you tell me?"

In fact, Mo Ningzhi had never thought that way.

However, he couldn't bring himself to publicly reveal his relationship with Qin Weijin to the Mo family. Therefore, if he were fortunate enough to end up with Qin Weijin, he could only give Mo Tingzhou a surprise when he did.

Qin Weijin readily agreed: "Of course, Uncle Mo, please."

Before Mo Ningzhi could say anything more, Qin Weijin stood up, rubbed his head, and his palm seemed to knead back the rebellious bones that had been sticking up. "Don't worry, this was bound to happen sooner or later."

After Mo Tingzhou and Qin Weijin left, the living room felt almost empty. Mo Ningzhi sat restlessly on the sofa, her eyes constantly drifting towards the balcony.

However, Mo Tingzhou and Qin Weijin turned their backs to him and leaned against the railing, seemingly talking about something. The atmosphere appeared peaceful, and at least no conflict broke out.

Mo Ningzhi looked away and unexpectedly met Li Yan's eyes.

"..."

"..."

The two were silent for a moment, then Li Yan seemed to hiss: "Ahem, I came back because I was temporarily staying at your house. I didn't mean to disturb you... Well, I was thinking of telling you a couple of days ago that I've bought a new house, and I'll be moving out in the next couple of days, no, today."

Mo Ningzhi said indifferently, "Whatever."

Li Yan glanced at the balcony and, without even looking closely, noticed that Mo Ningzhi's gaze kept drifting in that direction. He bit his lip, somewhat incredulous.

Among this group, Mo Ningzhi was good-looking from a young age, and also had the worst temper. Many people wondered what kind of girl could control him with such a temper and personality.

Unexpectedly, the last girl was not seen, but Qin Weijin benefited instead.

But that's not right.

I've never heard of Mo Ningzhi having this kind of inclination before.

Li Yan was so upset that her mind was racing. Finally, she caught a possibility, and her expression changed. "Um, Ning Zhi."

Mo Ningzhi turned her gaze back from the balcony, "Hmm?"

“Before…” Li Yan coughed twice, seemingly a little awkwardly, before saying after a moment, “I didn’t know when you got into this. We’re brothers, and I didn’t pay much attention to my image before. You know I have a very easygoing personality…”

Mo Ning's mind was entirely on the balcony, and she wasn't in the mood to listen to his nonsense: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Li Yan swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "I didn't notice before, and I even walked past you in my underwear. How could you..."

As he spoke, he leaned back a little on the sofa: "Nothing to say, huh?"

"………………"

Mo Ningzhi's face darkened: "Are you sick?"

Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the suffocating pressure on her neck lessen considerably. She stretched out her limbs on the sofa, "That's good, that's good. It's good that you don't like me, otherwise I would have thought I was the one affecting you..."

Mo Ningzhi's expression turned even uglier. "Get out."

Li Yan felt relieved and much more relaxed. She glanced at the balcony and said, "Uncle Mo will definitely not agree. Wow, you're really something. While we're still struggling in the darkness of our parents pressuring us to get married, you've completely crushed your dad's hopes."

Just as Mo Ningzhi was about to say something, she heard the sound of a door opening on the balcony, and all her attention was immediately drawn to it.

"How did the chat go?"

Old Mo glared and puffed out his beard: "Not very good."

Mo Ningzhi glanced at Qin Weijin and saw that his expression was normal. "My dad didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

Mo Tingzhou: "..."

Qin Weijin said gently, "Of course not, Uncle is very kind."

Mo Tingzhou: "..."

Kindness my foot.

This kid is even more difficult to deal with than his son; he won't listen to either soft or hard tactics.

They're all jerks.

Seeing the two of them sticking together again, Mo Tingzhou coughed as if there was nothing else to do.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Ning knew exactly why the old man had come. After a few seconds of silence, she took the initiative to say, "It was wrong of me to hit him. I can compensate him."

Mo Tingzhou immediately said, "What's the point of talking about compensation when you're family? Your Aunt Zhou is planning to send your brother abroad soon. It's good that he's gone. I don't think your conflict is ever going to end."

Mo Ningzhi lowered her eyes: "What about the company?"

Zhou Yaozheng is gone, who will manage the company? He has no interest, the old man's health is not good, and he can't think of anyone else to hand it over to right now.

“My health is failing me, and you can’t rely on me.” Mo Tingzhou glared at Mo Ningzhi with a look of disappointment. “Last month, I poached a CFO from Hong Kong. Before Zhou Yaozheng comes back, the company will be managed by him, and your father will step down.”

“It’s fine,” Mo Ningzhi said.

Mo Tingzhou retorted angrily, "If you weren't so useless, would I need to hire outsiders at such a high salary?"

“If I were interested in your company, I would have been locked in a fierce battle with Zhou Yaozheng all these years,” Mo Ningzhi said calmly.

"you……"

Before Mo Tingzhou could finish speaking, Mo Ningzhi hurriedly ripped open Qin Weijin's collar, her eyebrows furrowing quickly. "Why is your neck so red? Is it an allergic reaction? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Mo Tingzhou was furious: "I'm still here, can't you just shut up for a bit?"

Mo Ningzhi pulled open Qin Weijin's collar and looked at it for a few seconds before frowning. "Where's the medicine? I'll go get it."

Mo Tingzhou: "..."

"I'll go by myself. You and your uncle have a good chat for a while," Qin Weijin said.

Mo Ningzhi took out his phone, took a picture and sent it to Zhang Yuyu to confirm that she didn't need to go to the hospital. He then put his phone down and said, "We're done talking. It's in your room, right? I'll go get it. Wait here."

Mo Tingzhou: "…………"

Mo Ningzhi spent a few minutes looking for the medicine. When she came out again, Mo Tingzhou and Li Yan had already left. Qin Weijin was sitting on the sofa, chatting on his phone, with the constant pinging of messages on QQ.

Mo Ningzhi was surprised for a moment. He had never seen Qin Weijin use a penguin in his daily life before. But his mind was on the red rash on the other man's neck. He walked over and said, "Lower your head a little, I'll apply some medicine for you."

Qin obeyed Jin's orders and did as they were told.

Mo Ningzhi opened a brand new tube of ointment, and a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out. He applied a little to his fingertip and then carefully rubbed it into the rash.

Even after I finished my work, the notification sound from QQ was still ringing.

And it's even denser.

As Mo Ningzhi put away the medicine, she casually asked, "Is this a work group? There are so many messages."

Qin Weijin was silent for a few seconds: "No."

What is that?

“I’m not entirely sure.” Qin Weijin raised an eyebrow. “But it seems to be a group of haters.”

"Clatter."

The ointment in her hand fell straight to the ground.

"……What?"

Qin Weijin turned the phone towards him. The screen was unlocked, and a familiar group chat was constantly refreshing messages. The avatars, members, backgrounds, and even the content being discussed were all familiar to Mo Ningzhi.

Haters group...

Qin Weijin said, "It seems to be my black skirt."

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

Before Mo Ningzhi could figure out how to explain, Qin Weijin looked up and said, "You're still the head manager? A lot of people are tagging you."

"..."

Mo Ningzhi never expected this day to come so quickly, and he was caught completely off guard by this scene.

After thinking for a while, Mo Ningzhi finally spoke: "I can explain."

Qin Weijin's expression was unreadable; he simply raised an eyebrow and said, "Hmm, go ahead."

Well, how should I put it?

To say he was a hater from the start? To say he echoed others in the group to dig up dirt, and then accidentally ended up in an admin position? Qin Weijin is probably even angrier now.

The incident happened so suddenly that Mo Ningzhi's heart was pounding, her mind felt like it was rusted, and her thoughts raced back and forth without finding a plausible explanation.

Meeting Qin Weijin's calm gaze, Mo Ningzhi sighed, lowered her head, and whispered, "Brother Jin, is my get-out-of-jail-free card still valid?"