Chapter 165 I Only Like Her

Lin Yiluo looked at Shi Jingsheng with disapproval in her eyes. He had clearly stolen her steak, so why should Ziyuan give up his soup? She wore her grievance and indignation on her face.

Shi Jingsheng didn't pay any attention to the "accusation." Instead, he stared at her bright eyes, unable to hide his smile. The baby's mind works so fast.

Mo Ziyuan, standing to the side, gently touched the white porcelain bowl with his fingertips; the warm temperature was just right. He looked up at Lin Yiluo, his voice soft.

"Baby, you drink it, I don't really want to eat it."

"Look, your brother Ziyuan already said it's for you. If you don't drink it, I will." Shi Jingsheng teased her deliberately, and reached out to take the bowl of soup.

"I'll drink it!" Yiluo immediately reached out and held the bowl protectively in front of her, her chin slightly raised. "This soup was given to me by Brother Ziyuan, don't touch it."

"Okay, I won't touch yours, you drink it!"

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Shi Jingsheng lay on the floor, his fingertips unconsciously twirling the carpet fibers. He hadn't gone to bed this early in a long time, and now he couldn't fall asleep lying on the floor. He tossed and turned for a while, but he still couldn't resist.

"Ziyuan, Ziyuan, are you asleep?"

His response was a muffled thud as a faintly scented pillow landed squarely on his face, silencing him completely.

Shi Jingsheng pulled off the pillow. He knew without a doubt that Mo Ziyuan was annoyed by his noise and was urging him to behave.

He understood, but he just couldn't fall asleep. He hugged the pillow that Mo Ziyuan had thrown to him, found a comfortable position, and prepared to count sheep.

Let's just count Yiluo then!

One Yiluo, one Yi'an, one Ziyuan, two Yiluo, two Yi'an, two Ziyuan…

The next morning, when Mo Ziyuan woke up, the room was still quiet.

Shi Jingsheng lay sprawled on the floor, his sleeping posture extremely haphazard, with half of his body almost sliding onto the cold, empty ground.

The man frowned for two seconds, then bent down, pulled off the thin blanket covering himself, and threw it directly onto him, just enough to cover him up and prevent him from rolling onto the ground and catching a cold.

Turning my gaze to the bed, I saw Lin Yilu lying there obediently and softly, the blanket kicked to her feet, her little arms still sticking out.

Mo Ziyuan walked over, carefully picked up the quilt, gently unfolded it, and wrapped the little girl tightly from head to toe, leaving only a small section of her soft hair exposed. After doing all this, he quietly left the house.

When they got downstairs, the servants had already started preparing breakfast. The butler saw the young master get up and hurried over.

"Young Master, you're up."

“Hmm,” Mo Ziyuan nodded, and casually asked, “Where is Grandpa? Is he up yet?”

"The old man has already gotten up. He said that if you wake up, you should go see him."

"good."

Mo Ziyuan had just taken a step when he remembered something and turned back to add to it.

"Tell the servants not to clean my room, and don't bother calling Jing Sheng and Yi Luo to eat breakfast. Just leave some for them."

"Yes, young master."

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When Mo Ziyuan arrived at the study, the old master Mo was leaning back in his armchair, and a young woman was bending down to hand him porridge.

The old man had a hint of contentment in his eyes. When he saw him come in, he simply raised his chin, pointed with his cane to the empty seat next to him, and patted the maid's bottom with his other hand. The woman immediately smiled shyly, turned around to leave, and even tried to put her arm around Mo Ziyuan's shoulder as she passed by.

Mo Ziyuan stepped aside, his gaze as cold as ice. The woman was intimidated by his eyes and quickened her pace instantly, almost fleeing from the study.

"Grandpa is getting on in years, it's best to take it easy." Mo Ziyuan's tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

Grandpa Mo put down his porridge bowl, his face crinkling with laughter, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "At your age, I'm much more lively than you. You're not young anymore, how come you don't understand the joys of life? How about this, you like that girl Lin, right? Grandpa will find you a stack of pictures that look like her."

"I have her, that's enough. Besides, there's only one Ilo, you can't find her."

Grandpa Mo thought about the pretty young girl. He had never seen anyone so beautiful at his age, so it was no wonder his grandson liked her.

"Grandpa, let's talk about serious matters!"

Downstairs in the restaurant, breakfast was already laid out. As soon as the Mo family patriarch sat down, Madam Zhou came in with light, quick steps. Her face was covered in thick powder, like a mask, but upon closer inspection, faint handprints could still be seen on her cheekbones.

She met the gaze of the Mo family head and immediately looked away in a fluster. Breakfast was already laid out when the Mo family head came down, and Madam Zhou followed him down just as he sat down.

"Where's Ziyuan? Why didn't he come down? Miss Lin and Young Master Shi aren't here either?" The head of the Mo family put down his chopsticks and asked the butler beside him.

The butler bowed respectfully and replied, "Young Master should be in the Old Master's study right now. Young Master Shi and Miss Lin are still resting in their room. Young Master specifically instructed that they not to be called."

The Mo family patriarch's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly paused, his brows furrowing: "You said Ziyuan is with the old man? How long has he been gone?"

"It's been about half an hour."

"And what about your son?" The head of the Mo family suddenly turned his gaze to Madam Zhou, his tone filled with pressure.

Madam Zhou trembled, her voice shaking: "Lili...should still be in her room."

"Still in the room? What time is it and he's still sleeping?" The head of the Mo family frowned. "Quickly wake him up and take him to the old man's study."

"Okay, okay..." Just as Madam Zhou was about to get up, the butler quickly went out and instructed the servants to go upstairs to call for someone.

But less than two minutes later, a servant rushed down to report: "Master, the second young master is not in his room."

"Bang!" The head of the Mo family slammed the bowl down on the table, the sound of the porcelain clattering particularly jarring in the quiet dining room. Madam Zhou was so startled that she instantly stood up, her face deathly pale.

"Lili...he probably went out early this morning, that's why he's not in the room..."

The head of the Mo family clearly didn't believe it and said coldly, "Steward, call the bodyguards at the door."

After the call connected, the bodyguard's words made Mrs. Zhou's face fall completely.

"Master, the second young master left home after the family banquet last night and hasn't returned yet."

"Impossible!" Mrs. Zhou's voice trembled with anxiety. "Lili is such a good boy, something must have happened to him! I'll call him, I'll call him right now!"

The call connected, and Zhou Li's impatient voice immediately came from the other end: "What? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Madam Zhou glanced furtively at the Mo family head's ashen face and hurriedly said, "Come back right now!"

"Why go back? Don't delay my business!" Zhou Li's voice was full of impatience, followed by a woman's coquettish moaning from the other end of the phone.

"Get back here!" The head of the Mo family snatched the phone, making the receiver vibrate.

The other end of the phone went silent for a moment, and then Zhou Li's trembling voice came through.

"Dad..." He seemed afraid that the head of the Mo family would really be angry, so he quickly added, "I'll go back right away, I'll go back immediately!"

"If you don't show up at the old house within half an hour, don't ever come back." After saying that, the head of the Mo family hung up the phone.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Li was startled and hurriedly pulled up his pants, ready to leave.

The woman beside him tried to persuade him to stay, pleading in a high-pitched voice, "Don't worry, you'll come back. I'll be waiting for you here..."

"Get out!" Zhou Li roared irritably, grabbed the money on the table and threw it on the woman, then turned and rushed out.

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Nearly an hour later, Zhou Li stumbled into the old house.

The living room was eerily quiet, the air seemed to have frozen, and the servants all had their heads down, even their breathing was extremely soft. Zhou Li's shirt collar was wrinkled, with a conspicuous red lipstick mark on it, and his face and neck were covered with lipstick traces, clearly indicating that he hadn't cleaned up.

When the Mo family patriarch saw him like this, his anger instantly surged to the top of his head.

Madam Zhou, who had been waiting nearby, quickly nudged Zhou Li upon seeing this and said, "Quickly, kneel down!"

With a muffled thud, Zhou Li's knees slammed heavily onto the floor. He kept his head down, not daring to even breathe, much less look at the face of the Mo family leader.

The Mo family leader stood up and walked step by step in front of him. Before Zhou Li could react, he kicked him.