Chapter 226 Inviting Yun Zheng to attend the 70th birthday
"Grandpa, you've also met Yun Zheng in person. I believe you can see this."
If Mo Shian could see it, how could Old Master Mo not see it too?
Mr. Mo looked at the photo on the table and pondered for a long time before speaking, "Don't mention this to anyone else, especially your mother. She can't bear the blow anymore."
"Yeah, I know." Mo Shian responded in a low voice.
There was a brief silence in the study.
Mo Shian stood in front of the window, his slender figure elongated by the evening glow, casting a cold silhouette.
His fingertips gently stroked the window frame, his eyes fixed on the distance, his cold brows tightly furrowed, revealing his emotions.
Old Master Mo sat behind his desk, his wrinkled fingers tapping the table unconsciously in a slow and heavy rhythm.
The occasional rustling of leaves outside the window made the silence in the study seem even more suffocating.
After a long time, Mr. Mo finally sighed deeply, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and there was a hint of fatigue in his tone.
"You're more informed than my old man. You must know that Yun Zheng is Fu Linghe's wife, right?"
"Yeah." Mo Shi'an responded calmly, "I know."
Fu Linghe proposed to Yun Zheng in such a high-profile manner and announced her identity as Mrs. Fu, so it would be hard for him not to know.
Mr. Mo stopped beating around the bush with his grandson and spoke directly.
"Fu Linghe protected her very well. Apart from finding out that Yun Zheng was his wife, he couldn't find out anything else."
"Grandpa, have you checked?" Mo Shi'an turned and looked at the old man, speaking nervously, not giving up and asking for the obvious answer.
The grandfather and grandson looked at each other, and everything was said without words.
Mo Shi'an also knew that the old man must have used the Mo family's intelligence bureau, which is why he said, "Nothing else can be found."
If even the people from the Mohist Intelligence Agency couldn't find out, then it was obvious that asking his assistant to do so would yield no results.
"Didn't you say Yun Zheng is a specially hired scientific research talent at ANT? Is there no useful information in her resume?"
As long as there is even the slightest clue, they can follow it up.
But apart from the clue of Mrs. Fu, all information about Yun Zheng was deliberately erased.
Mo Shi'an's eyes darkened slightly, and he shook his head. "The ANT team values individual ability, and family background is private, so the database only contains her academic resume."
He was silent for a moment, then met Mr. Mo's gaze. His calm tone was filled with determination. "Since we can't find anything, let's just contact them directly."
Old Master Mo raised his eyes to meet his gaze and snorted disdainfully, "That kid from the Fu family treats people like eyeballs. How can you have direct contact with him?"
"Isn't it your 70th birthday in a few days?" Mo Shi'an walked to the old man's desk, and a rare smile appeared in his cold eyes.
"Seventieth birthday? What seventieth birthday?" Old Master Mo was confused by what his grandson said.
He will be 70 years old next year. This brat must be confused!
I can't even remember something so important!
Before the old man could even start scolding, he saw the calculation in Mo Shi'an's eyes, "Do you think it's okay to invite your savior to participate?"
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Mo understood instantly and couldn't help laughing and scolding, "You kid, you have set your sights on me, an old man."
Mo Shi'an's lips curled slightly, and his slender fingers gently tapped the photo on the table. "Whether you can confirm that Yun Zheng is your granddaughter depends entirely on you, old man."
"I'm not in a hurry. I'm still young anyway. Even if it takes another 40 or 50 years, I will find my sister. If Grandpa can wait, then just pretend I never said this."
I have to say that Mo Shian's method of provoking the old man was effective, and Mr. Mo finally compromised.
"Okay, then my 70th birthday depends on my eldest grandson to take care of it!" Old Master Mo looked at his grandson with a forced smile, and these words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
Mo Shi'an's slender fingers tapped lightly on the mahogany tabletop, the rhythm exactly the same as the old man's just now.
The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto his well-defined profile, outlining a cold silhouette.
"Grandpa, this birthday party is a fake one, and you can't use your real identity."
He raised his eyes, a shrewd glint in his deep pupils. "If Fu Linghe knew that our Mo family invited Yun Zheng to the birthday banquet, he would definitely not allow her to come."
Old Master Mo raised his graying eyebrows. "You've thought it through very carefully. So, what do you think I should be called?"
"It's not good for the grandson to name his grandfather." Mo Shi'an raised his eyebrows hesitantly, but a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
Old Master Mo snorted coldly and raised his hand as if to hit him, "Stop pretending here, you little brat! You were the one who came up with all these stupid ideas, and now you're trying to pull the same trick on me!"
Mo Shi'an dodged slightly to the side, the corner of his lips raised slightly, and then he said slowly, "Then let's call him 'Lin Yuanshan'. It's simple and easy to remember, and it won't attract attention."
"'Lin'?" Old Master Mo narrowed his eyes, seeming to think deeply. "That's fine. Your grandmother's maiden name is Lin, so it's appropriate. This time, it's my turn to take her last name."
Mo Shian nodded and said, "I'll have someone prepare the invitations and send them to you later. You can go and invite the guests yourself, and I'll take care of everything else."
Mr. Mo waved his hand and said, "You decide."
Mo Shi'an narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone became a little deeper, "However, Fu Linghe may not let her attend the banquet alone."
"Why are you thinking so much? It's still a question whether I can see Yun Zheng. You're just thinking about those nonsense."
There was a tone of reproach in Mr. Mo's voice, and a hint of worry in his cloudy eyes.
Outside the window, dusk gradually deepened, and the last ray of sunset glow quietly disappeared. The light in the study reflected on the faces of the grandfather and grandson, and the atmosphere was solemn and subtle.
After a moment, Mo Shi'an slowly spoke, "Grandpa, if Yun Zheng's identity is confirmed, what are you going to do?"
The old man was silent for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh, "Let's confirm it first... I've been disappointed too many times over the years."
Mo Shi'an lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions surging in his eyes, and whispered, "This time, I won't be wrong."
He seemed to be talking to the old man, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
The old man didn't say anything else, but just moved his eyes to the photo on the table.
"Go ahead and do it quickly, and get the invitations ready. Tomorrow I'll go to the place where she saved me and try my luck."
Mr. Mo was too confident at the time and thought he could definitely investigate Yun Zheng's identity, so he didn't ask for her contact information.
Now he didn't even know where she was, and Fu Linghe hid her so deeply that even in their Mo family's territory, he couldn't find any information about Yun Zheng.
I can't even find the check-in information, let alone anything else!
He could only try his luck in that community. Who knows, maybe he would get lucky.
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