Chapter 4
Chen Mo successfully registered at the emergency room. The doctor who saw him was too serious and asked about all the symptoms in detail. It was more than half an hour before he was given the IV.
Four large bottles of water were hung up, and by the time they were all finished, the sky outside had begun to turn white.
Chen Mo was awakened by the nurse during his short sleep. The moment he saw the calendar on the wall, he still felt his heart suddenly stop.
The heat in the body receded like the tide, and the symptoms of soreness in the limbs also eased.
As the pain fades away, you can feel the vitality of your young body gradually recovering.
It was mid-September, and the breeze was cool in the early morning. The sun shone on the rooftops of the city's tall buildings, the clouds dispersed, and sanitation workers were sweeping fallen leaves on the roadside in front of the hospital. The rustling sound was buried in the honking of city traffic.
Everything remains the same, yet completely different from yesterday.
Chen Mo had breakfast and hailed a taxi.
The driver asked, “Where to?”
"Mingjing Bay."
"Oh, that's more than ten kilometers." The driver started the meter, looked back at him, smiled and said, "You just came out of the hospital at this time. Are you sick?"
Chen Mo: "Cold."
"The temperature difference between morning and evening has been big in the past two days, so it's easy to catch a cold." The driver was a very enthusiastic uncle, and he asked, "You are still in school at your age, right? Didn't your family accompany you when you were sick?"
Chen Mo smiled, "At my age, I'm no longer at the age where I would look for my parents when I'm sick."
"That's not right." The driver showed him a family photo taped to the car, and said with a sour tone but more pride: "My daughter is about your age, her grades are pretty good, and she will take the college entrance examination next year. Her mother quit her job to take care of her, and she still complains. But there's nothing I can do. I have to run around outside every day to make a living, right? There's nothing I can do."
Chen Mo glanced at the photo and said, "Then your daughter is very lucky."
"What's so lucky about that? Her family is not well off. She will have to rely on herself in the future." Then she looked at him in the rearview mirror and said, "Little brother, to be able to live in a place like Mingjing Bay, your parents must be very busy at work, otherwise they would worry about their child."
Chen Mo unexpectedly heard the comfort and laughed, "Maybe."
But he really doesn't need it.
The car drove smoothly all the way to the villa area.
Chen Mo got out of the car, but was stopped at the gate.
The security guard in the guard room looked him up and down, as if to determine the value of his clothes, and then said: "Your information is not entered in the check-in information, please register."
Chen Mo was not surprised.
Mingjing Bay is very big, and since the day he moved in, he has been going in and out in the car.
The Yang couple are very busy with their daily affairs. Yang Shule, who couldn't eat all day after learning his true identity, is not enough for them to worry about. Chen Mo would find it strange that he remembered such a small matter.
After registering, I entered the gate.
It took another ten minutes to reach the door of the Yang family's three-story villa.
It's very busy at the door right now.
Exactly the same scene as in the previous life.
There were about a dozen people including the Yang family, the kitchen staff, the sprinkler system, the servants and the driver, and they were crowding at the door.
The central figure is about 1.75 meters tall.
His naturally yellowish curly hair, big eyes, and a few freckles on his face made him look youthful even when he was angry.
"Give it to me!" He stood there at this moment, his neck turned red with anger.
Butler Xu, who was in his 50s, immediately moved the suitcase back, and said helplessly, "Xiao Le, stop making trouble. You are still sick."
The middle-aged man two meters away seemed angry: "Let him go! I wonder how long he can keep making trouble."
"Yang Qi'an, you're crazy." The well-maintained woman next to him, wearing a pearl necklace, looked anxious. "The doctor said he has low blood sugar. He has never even washed a bowl since he was a child. How can he live if you let him go out!"
Yang Shule's eyes became wet with tears at Yang Qi'an's sarcasm. He suddenly shouted, "I'm not your biological child! I don't have the face to stay here!"
There was a moment of silence.
Zhou Yaoqing burst into tears on the spot: "You were in poor health when you were a child, and you always had to take medicine. We raised you with great difficulty, and this is how you hurt our hearts?"
"Mom." Yang Shule also started crying. "I heard everything. Chen Mo used me as a condition, otherwise he would not allow the lawsuit to be withdrawn. Dad has to work overtime every day for the company's affairs. I don't want this. Many of them said that I took away everything your son originally had. Can I give it back to him?!"
"Alright, alright." As a father, Yang Qi'an pressed his son's shoulder and said, "Just listen to what I said."
Yang Shule: "But Chen Mo is your biological son. If he can't tolerate me, you will always quarrel."
Yang Qi'an: "He was angry at that time. We will naturally explain this to him."
Zhou Yaoqing: "Yes, Lele, in your parents' hearts, you are all the same, you are all your children."
"It's different." Yang Shule shook his head and backed away. "I know, it's different."
Back off halfway.
Yang Zhi supported him from behind.
Yang Zhi, who has already entered society, is taller than Yang Qi'an.
He frowned, looked at Yang Shule, who was in tears, and said in a lecturing tone: "Look at what you look like?"
"What do you know!" Yang Shule punched Yang Zhi's arm, his eyes red again, "It didn't happen to you, so of course you're talking about it easily!"
What a touching family farce.
A majestic father, a soft-spoken mother, a silent and reliable elder brother, and a younger son who seems noisy but actually cares about his family everywhere.
Probably everyone who sees this scene will think, if there were no Chen Mo, what a harmonious and happy family this would be.
Unfortunately, what this world lacks most is “if”.
At this moment, someone suddenly said, "Chen Mo is back."
A group of people looked back.
Only then did Chen Mo step forward.
Yang Zhi, who was standing in the front, subconsciously pulled Yang Shule behind him. Perhaps he himself did not even realize the hidden vigilance in this action. Yang Zhi just had a scale in his heart, and it was obviously tilted. His familiar brother was just spoiled, and he was definitely not a match for someone like Chen Mo who was not easy to mess with.
Unexpectedly, Chen Mo walked through and completely ignored everyone.
"Wait!" Yang Zhi called him and frowned, "Didn't you see your parents were here? Didn't you say hello? And I didn't reply to your message or answer your phone call last night. What did you want to do?"
Chen Mo paused and raised his eyebrows.
He turned around and glanced at Yang Zhi, then nodded to Yang Qi'an and Zhou Yaoqing: "Dad, Mom."
The Yang couple were both a little stunned.
This was the first time Chen Mo called his parents since he came back.
There was not the joy of reunion as imagined, nor the emotion of recognizing relatives.
There is only endless embarrassment, silence and awkwardness.
The servant beside him murmured.
"Now I know how to call mom and dad."
"You must have come back specially to add insult to injury."
"Will Xiaole really leave? I see that his luggage has been packed."
"Mr. and Mrs. won't let me."
"Besides, there is the eldest son. He dotes on this younger brother the most and will not let him be bullied."
…
Chen Mo, who looked like a bully, turned to Yang Zhi and said, "Now that we've said hello, is there anything else?"
"Xiao Mo." Zhou Yaoqing suddenly took two steps forward and grabbed him.
She was born into a wealthy family and had never suffered hardship in her life. She was in great pain when she first learned the truth.
The first time they met in the countryside, Chen Mo happened to be fighting with his adoptive father, and his eyes were so fierce that it looked like he wanted to kill someone.
He spoke with a regional accent.
When I used the ceramic lever to bring water, my hands were covered with dry calluses.
Is this your son?
She asked herself this question countless times.
But along with the truth came the crisis of the company and the marriage of many years once again fell into trouble.
Especially in contrast, the youngest son who was raised with great care becomes more considerate. He would quarrel with his parents one second, and then act like a spoiled child and ask for this and that the next second. He is pampered and naive. He would make handmade gifts for Mother's Day to make her happy, and would bully his eldest brother, but would immediately ask him for help when something happened.
No matter what, it was impossible to let Shule leave home and live alone.
Zhou Yaoqing said to Chen Mo: "Your father and I know that you are very angry. Withdrawing the lawsuit is only temporary. After all, the risks it brings to the company are unpredictable. You are still young, and you may not understand what I am saying to you..."
"I understand." Chen Mo interrupted, "It's not easy to manage a company. You are caught in the middle. If you sue to withdraw the lawsuit, then withdraw it. After all, Li Yunru has supported me for seventeen years. I remember that."
"You really think so?"
"nature."
Seeing the other party's relieved look, Chen Mo remained sincere.
Zhou Yaoqiong thought of something and then asked carefully: "Then... can your brother still live with us in the future?"
"Sure." Chen Mo nodded, "As long as you are happy."
It was as if the person who was so resolute two days ago was not him.
Is it sarcasm?
When everyone had a question mark in their mind, they happened to hear him ask: "Anything else you want to ask, Mom?"
Zhou Yaoqing was stunned by the word "Mom".
She realized that this child had changed a lot today. Not only in the way he gave people a feeling, but also in his words and deeds, which were all appropriate and correct. However, for some reason, she felt as if a piece of her heart was missing.
"No, it's okay." Zhou Yaoqing said.
As a result, just as Chen Mo turned around, Yang Shule, who was standing behind Yang Zhi, suddenly jumped out.
"Chen Mo, I will move out. I don't need your charity."
The servants were trembling with fear, ready to deal with Chen Mo, who was said to have always been involved in fights in the county high school. Everyone watched him stop and seemed to raise his hand to pinch his brow.
Then he turned around and walked over.
"Chen Mo." Yang Zhi stretched out his hand to stop him.
Chen Mo glanced at the arm lying across his chest, and instead of forcibly pushing it away, he beckoned to Yang Shule, "Come out."
Zhou Yaoqiong was very nervous: "Xiao Mo."
Yang Qi'an: "Stop messing around, let's talk it over."
Yang Shule looked at him for a long while. The voices around him gave him enough courage. He pushed his eldest brother's arm away and walked forward.
Yang Shule: "I never feel like I owe you anything. If you take action today..."
The rest of the words stuck in my throat.
Because Chen Mo just straightened his collar.
Chen Mo was half a head taller than him. When he put his arms on the other's shoulders, he looked very relaxed. He lowered his head slightly and said, "How can this be charity?"
Yang Shule's pupils trembled and he frowned: "What are you doing?"
Chen Mo seemed to be motionless, but in fact he suppressed Yang Shule's resistance. He said nonchalantly, "I was confused about what happened before. We are all family, so there is no need to distinguish between you and me, right? You can live in this family if you want. You were born later than me, so you are indeed my younger brother. I am narrow-minded as an older brother, so don't mind it."
Yang Shule seemed to be frightened and pushed him away.
Chen Mo shrugged, looked around, and asked, "Is this apology insincere?"
Others: “…”
Chen Mo thought to himself: "It seems that everyone is satisfied. Can you stop calling me now? I really just want to go back and catch up on some sleep. I am not in a good mental state after staying up all night. I can only keep calm for so long. Can we bear with each other? Okay?"
Chen Mo was finally able to escape from the weird atmosphere.
Open the door, go upstairs, take a shower, and go to bed.
This was a very deep sleep.
The bed is very soft, the air conditioning temperature is suitable, and the slight sound of the humidifier is very helpful for sleeping.
I slept peacefully until noon.
When there was a knock on the door, he had just opened his eyes and looked up with his mind clear.
"Master Mo, it's time for dinner." The servant called him.
When Chen Mo opened the door, he was still tying the belt of his nightgown. As he walked out the door, he said, "Don't call me that. It sounds awkward."
The maid responded in a low voice.
Those who said they were not used to being called Young Master did not realize that at that time he looked perfectly suited to the words "Young Master of a Rich Family".
Wearing slippers, with his bathrobe slightly open, stroking his hair which was slightly messy after just washing, and yawning, he looked more like the owner of this villa than anyone else.
I went down the spiral staircase and sat down casually at the dining table.
"You don't even change your clothes in broad daylight."
Chen Mo looked up at the person coming over and sneered: "If I didn't know, I would have thought you were my dad."
Yang Zhi was dressed in formal clothes, as if he was about to go out after dinner. He sat down opposite Chen Mo, looked up at him, as if trying to see through his sudden change of character, and said, "You don't want your dad to take care of you personally."
Chen Mo and Yang Zhi had fought for many years and were very familiar with each other. He said, "Don't use him to scare me. Besides, he must be feeling sorry for me right now."
As Chen Mo was speaking, his cell phone rang.
He took a look and chuckled, "Look, the compensation is paid so promptly."
Yang Zhi ignored his indifferent attitude and said, "Tomorrow is Sunday, Shu Le has invited some classmates to come to his house."
Chen Mo picked up the broccoli on the plate with his knife and fork. "Why are you telling me this?"
Yang Zhi had heard a lot of rumors in the school recently, and wanted to remind him not to make things awkward. But for some reason, he looked down and suddenly noticed the small bruise on the back of Chen Mo's hand.
Yang Zhi was stunned.
Question: “What did you do last night?”
"Last night?" Chen Mo smiled contemptuously: "I went to cultivate my character. Otherwise, why do you think this table can still accommodate two people?"
The servant who was serving the food didn't dare to make a sound.
I just vaguely feel that things are about to change in this family.
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