Chapter 240 Mo Shian Regrets
At the old house of the Mo family, it was getting dark.
Mo Shian just returned home now
He stood in front of the door, his finger hovering above the fingerprint recognition screen for a long time without dropping it.
The night dew wet the shoulders of his suit, and the winter evening breeze blew the broken petals of the winter cherry blossoms in the courtyard, sticking to his sweat-soaked back.
He took a deep breath before placing his finger on the smart lock. The fingerprint lock made a crisp "beep" sound and the door opened.
Mo Shian stood at the entrance, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, looking a little disheveled.
His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel for so long, and there were many blood stains on his white shirt.
"Shi'an! Where's Zhengzheng?" Old Master Mo's voice came from the living room, accompanied by hurried footsteps.
Mo Shian raised his head and met his grandfather's anxious gaze.
He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
Now he himself didn't know how to tell the old man that he drove to block Yun Zheng and the others last night.
He also told Yun Zheng her life story without her having any mental preparation.
She fainted from anger and was sent to the hospital by Fu Linghe.
"Grandpa, I..." He rubbed his brows irritably, his voice hoarse and not like his own, "I want to be alone for a while."
After saying that, he turned and went upstairs.
Grandpa Mo looked at his grandson's back and also showed an unusual taste.
He admitted that he was old, but his eyes were not blurry, so he could naturally see that something was wrong with Mo Shian.
Mo Shian was not injured, but there were blood stains on his clothes, and it was obvious that the blood words were not his.
Since he couldn't get anything useful out of him, he could only look it up himself.
He immediately took out his cell phone and called the head of the Mohist Intelligence Network...
Upstairs, Mo Shian slammed the bedroom door shut, and his suit jacket was thrown to the ground with a dull thud.
He pulled off his tie and threw it into the corner, but because he threw it with too much force, it hit the antique vase with a crisp sound.
He stood in front of the liquor cabinet, his fingers moving over several bottles of rare whiskey, and finally chose a bottle of the strongest single malt.
When he opened the bottle, the metal cap cut his thumb and blood oozed out, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
The amber liquid poured into the crystal glass, reflecting a dazzling light under the light.
The first sip of wine burned his throat like swallowing a ball of fire.
He tilted his head back, drank it all, and quickly poured a second glass.
The winter cherry blossoms outside the window swayed in the cold wind, and the falling petals reminded him of Yun Zheng's pale face when she vomited blood and fainted.
That image was like a blunt knife, repeatedly cutting his nerves.
He could have chosen to tell her in a tactful way, or give her some time to prepare herself mentally before speaking.
But he chose to tell her in such a sudden way.
It wasn't his intention to hurt her!
Mo Shi'an raised his head and gulped down another glass of wine. He drank one glass of liquor after another, but he became more and more sober and not drunk at all.
My heart feels like it's being stabbed by a needle, the pain is excruciating!
Just like Fu Linghe said, Yun Zheng would never want to see him, not in this life.
This wine is strong when you drink it. When the aftereffects hit Mo Shian, his mind was no longer clear.
He took out his cell phone and randomly dialed Mo Chenfeng's number.
As soon as the call was connected, before the other party started talking, Mo Shian's crying voice came out.
"Dad, I...found my sister, but I was an incompetent brother and got her hurt."
"She won't recognize us anymore, ever again!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for three seconds.
"Mo Shi'an, have you been drinking?" Mo Chenfeng's voice was unusually calm. He was completely confused by what Mo Shi'an said. "What sister are you talking about?"
After they found out that Mo Xinrou was not their biological daughter, they never gave up looking for the child. It has been almost 5 years now, but there is still no clue.
In order to prevent someone from impersonating the eldest daughter of the Mo family, the task of finding the child has always been carried out secretly by Mo family's confidants.
They also did not spread the fact that Mo Xinrou was not their biological daughter, as this would help to conceal the truth.
Mo Chenfeng knew his son. He was a calm person who seldom drank. Judging from his behavior tonight, he must be drunk.
Mo Chenfeng knew how much one could listen to what a drunk person said.
"Mo Shian, stop drinking and get some rest. I'll tell you if you have anything to say tomorrow."
The glass slipped from his other hand and rolled several times on the carpet, the remaining whiskey soaking the expensive carpet.
Mo Shian didn't pick it up, but just mechanically repeated, "I found my sister...but I caused her to vomit blood and go to the hospital..."
"We failed to protect her back then, and now that we've finally found her... I've hurt her again."
"Dad, what should I do? Tell me...what should I do now..."
Mo Chenfeng frowned as he listened to Mo Shian's words, his heart gradually becoming disturbed.
He turned around and glanced at his wife who had finally fallen asleep on the big bed not far away, with a complicated emotion in his eyes.
There was the sound of a chair falling to the ground from the other end of the phone, followed by Mo Shian's rapid breathing.
"Shi'an, stop talking nonsense and go to bed." Mo Chenfeng's voice was a little serious, and he lowered his voice to urge him.
Mo Shi'an nodded dazedly, then realized his father couldn't see him, and answered hoarsely, "Fu Linghe...he took Yun Zheng to the hospital and wouldn't let me go with him."
Mo Chenfeng knew that he could not communicate with Mo Shian now, so he simply hung up the phone.
He had to go back to the old house to find Mo Shian to figure out the situation.
Mo Shian stared blankly at the phone screen that had been hung up, his head aching as if it was about to split open.
He stood up shakily and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face, but kicked over the wine bottle on the ground.
The sound of shattering glass alarmed the butler outside the door.
"Master? Are you okay?" The old butler's voice was filled with worry.
"Get out! Get out of here!" Mo Shi'an roared out of control, and was then frightened by the brutality in his own voice.
His emotions had never been so out of control.
The footsteps outside the door retreated hesitantly.
Mo Shian slumped on the ground, his back against the edge of the bed, his fingers inserted into his hair.
The pain in his solar plexus became more and more intense, like someone hitting his skull with a hammer.
Mo Shian slid his finger across the phone screen several times but failed to turn it off, so he threw it aside in frustration.
He leaned his head back against the edge of the bed, his Adam's apple rolling, the alcohol burning every nerve in his body.
The petals of the winter cherry blossoms outside the window were rustling in the wind, just like his chaotic heartbeat at the moment.
"Master, do you need some sobering tea?" the butler asked cautiously outside the door.
Mo Shi'an closed his eyes, his temples throbbing. He thought of Yun Zheng's eyes, filled with shock and pain, before she fainted, and his stomach churned.
He staggered to his feet, rushed to the bathroom, and retched into the toilet, but nothing came out.
As the cold water hit his face, he stared at the man with red eyes in the mirror and could hardly recognize himself.
The bloodstains on his collar had dried and turned dark brown, like an ugly scar.
"Zheng Zheng, I'm sorry..." He muttered to himself, rubbing the bloodstain with his fingertips.
He could have told her the truth step by step instead of revealing her background in such a cruel way when she was unprepared.
There was a sound of a car braking suddenly downstairs.
Mo Shi'an wiped his face and stumbled out of the bathroom, just in time to bump into Mo Chenfeng who pushed the door open.
"Dad..." His voice was hoarse and he was stunned for a moment.
Mo Chenfeng was wearing home clothes and slippers, and it was obvious that he had rushed here in a hurry.
His sharp eyes swept across the mess in the room, finally stopping at the bloodstains on his son's shirt.
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