Chapter 161 Meeting Grandpa

"They're really playing tricks," Shi Jingsheng thought to himself, looking down. "It's not good to corrupt Yi Luo Bao Bao like this; she's still a child."

There was a sudden knock on the door. He turned and walked towards the door, his hand just touching the doorknob before glancing back at Mo Ziyuan. Only after receiving a reassuring look from the other did he slowly open the door.

Zhao Ming was standing at the door. He nodded to Shi Jingsheng and then stepped in.

"Young Master."

Mo Ziyuan gestured for Zhao Ming to follow him, and the two went to the study on the other side. Only Shi Jingsheng and Lin Yiluo remained in the living room. The young girl clutched the hem of her clothes, her brows furrowed with worry.

"Brother Jingsheng, they won't believe me without surveillance footage!"

The man patted her head and handed her some fruit.

“Baby, don’t think too much. Your brother believes you, and you believe me too. I will definitely prove our baby’s innocence.”

Although this is within the Mo family and he has no way to intervene, Mo Ziyuan is here, and Mo Ziyuan will certainly not stand idly by.

"Thank you, Brother Jingsheng."

You're welcome.

Mo Ziyuan quickly arranged everything, and when the family banquet began, the steward immediately asked everyone to leave.

Lin Yiluo wanted to go, and Mo Ziyuan initially refused, but later nodded in agreement. He needed to let his baby know that the outside world was very dangerous and that staying by his side was the safest thing to do.

At this moment, Lin Yiluo was already wearing another dress, chosen by Shi Jingsheng. The pink and tender dress made her look like a little princess.

He looked at Lin Yiluo with great satisfaction. No wonder some people like to play dress-up games; it's because they feel a great sense of accomplishment!

As the group approached the dining room, the butler quickly stepped forward and called out to Mo Ziyuan.

"Young Master, the Old Master is looking for you. Why don't you invite Young Master Jing Sheng and Miss Lin over first?"

Mo Ziyuan paused, his gaze falling on Lin Yiluo, his eyes filled with unease. At that moment, Shi Jingsheng suddenly stepped forward, blocking the little girl's path, and gave him a reassuring look—but this look only made Mo Ziyuan more uneasy.

Shi Jingsheng's eyes widened immediately, as if he were silently questioning, "You actually doubt me?" In the end, Zhao Ming took the initiative to stay by their side, and Mo Ziyuan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave with the butler.

"Young Master, why don't you invite Young Master Jing Sheng and Miss Lin over first? The Old Master is looking for you."

The heavy study door was opened, and Mo Ziyuan immediately saw his grandfather. The old man was quite old, and his hair was already gray. He was standing in front of the French window, leaning on his cane and looking at the scenery outside. Hearing the noise behind him, he said weakly.

"Ziyuan, you've arrived."

The two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time. When was the last time they met? Mo Ziyuan thought and thought for a while before he remembered. It was when his mother died! He had seen him at that time because the Wen family demanded an explanation from the Mo family, so he had no choice but to show his face.

"Grandpa." Mo Ziyuan's tone was flat and indifferent, showing no joy whatsoever even after a long separation.

The old man looked him up and down, his eyes filled with mixed emotions: "Ziyuan has grown up, and his features are becoming more and more like your mother's." After saying that, he sighed softly, "Sit down, let's have a good chat, just the two of us."

“Okay.” Mo Ziyuan stepped forward to help the old man sit down, poured him a cup of hot tea, and handed it to him.

The old man took the teacup, his fingertips gently brushing the rim, slowly blowing away the tea leaves floating on the surface. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable certainty: "Ziyuan, I heard that Miss Lin knocked over the vase in my study."

It is a declarative sentence.

Mo Ziyuan looked at him and said, word by word.

"Grandpa, it wasn't Yilu who hit him."

The old man smiled gently.

“Although I don’t see you often, I know everything you’ve done. I know you treat that Miss Lin differently. But Ziyuan, you should know that Xiaoxiao has already said that Miss Lin knocked it over, so it must be her who knocked it over. Our Mo family will not lose face like that.”

Mo Ziyuan understood what he meant. It wouldn't sound good if the newly recognized young lady of the Mo family framed the other young ladies. He wouldn't care what happened to the other young ladies, but this was Yi Luo.

"Grandpa, I don't want to."

The old man's eyes cleared a little upon hearing this.

"Can't we really allow it?"

"cannot."

"Hahahaha." Old Master Mo laughed heartily.

"Alright, alright, since you won't let me, what can an old man like me say? Let's go, the family banquet has started and is waiting for us."

"I'll help Grandpa over there."

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The atmosphere at the family dinner had already become subtly awkward.

Shi Jingsheng found his seat and casually pulled Lin Yiluo over to sit beside him—the Shi family's seats were already near the front, and as soon as they sat down, several guests approached with their wine glasses. The dishes on the table hadn't been touched yet, but the custom of toasting was still unavoidable.

Shi Jingsheng wore a gentle smile and gently pushed away the wine glass that was offered to him.

"I won't touch the wine tonight. When my son Yuan comes over later, you can ask him to drink it for me."

Those around him smiled and nodded in agreement, but they knew perfectly well who would dare to ask Mo Ziyuan to drink more? Mo Ziyuan usually seemed kind and gentle, and it was already a great honor for him to drink a few sips with them. They were not so unaware that they would push their luck.