Chapter 242 I will go to the capital in person
The father and son looked at each other, each with their own thoughts.
Mo Chenfeng's gaze appeared particularly profound under the dim light. He looked at his son's tired face, feeling mixed emotions.
"It seems I'm still a step too late." His voice was low and hoarse, with obvious disappointment.
"Dad, this is all my fault. If I had told you earlier, you would have been able to see your sister." Mo Shi'an's voice was obviously trembling. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, his nails digging deep into his palms.
The piercing pain was not even one ten-thousandth as great as the self-blame he felt in his heart.
Ever since Yun Zheng collapsed in front of him last night, Mo Shian has been in deep self-blame.
He repeatedly recalled the scene, Yun Zheng's pale face, her shaky figure, and her eyes full of despair.
Now he didn't know what Yun Zheng's situation was, and since he couldn't see her, he could only worry here.
His gaze unconsciously drifted to the window, where raindrops drew winding marks on the glass, just like his chaotic mood at the moment.
"Now is not the time for you to say this." Mo Chenfeng patted Mo Shi'an's shoulder gently and felt the stiffness of his son's body.
He could only console her earnestly, "No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. It doesn't make any sense to blame you."
"The most important thing now is to find a way to remedy the situation." As he said this, his knuckles turned white from the force.
Mo Shian naturally knew what his father meant, so he nodded and said nothing more.
He looked down at the tips of his leather shoes, which still smelled of hospital disinfectant.
The father and son returned to the Mo family's old house in silence. It was late at night and the lights in the courtyard looked particularly hazy in the rain and fog.
Mo Shian's footsteps were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step required great strength.
Raindrops dripped down his hair, leaving dark marks on the expensive wool carpet.
As soon as they stepped into the entrance hall, they saw Mr. Mo sitting upright on the mahogany chair in the living room, twisting a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, staring at them with sharp eyes.
The old man's wrinkled face was full of majesty, and his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.
Mo Shian subconsciously shrank his neck, like a child who had done something wrong.
Mo Chenfeng took off his coat and walked up to the old man with a serious expression, "Dad, why haven't you rested yet?"
There was an unconcealable fatigue in his voice, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were particularly obvious under the light.
"You two, father and son, rushed out in the middle of the night, making such a loud noise. How could I sleep?" Old Master Mo snorted coldly, and the Buddhist beads in his hand spun faster.
Although this was not the reason why he couldn't sleep, he had finally found two people to take the blame, so he just used them.
"Shi'an, come here." Old Master Mo said in a low voice, intimidating without even getting angry. "Grandpa wants to talk to you alone for a few words."
His eyes wandered over his grandson, noticing the bloodshot in the young man's eyes and his disheveled collar.
Mo Shian didn't know what the old man wanted to say to him, but he still walked over obediently and sat down next to the old man.
The sofa creaked slightly, which was particularly harsh in the quiet living room.
"Grandpa, what do you want to tell me?" Mo Shian asked politely, his voice dry as if he hadn't had a drink of water for a long time.
Just as Mr. Mo was about to lean closer, the strong smell of alcohol on his body instantly rushed into his nostrils.
The old man frowned, and the wrinkles on his face deepened.
He moved away in disgust, fanning the smell of alcohol with his hand, his tone full of dissatisfaction, "You little brat drank so much alcohol, why don't you just soak yourself in the wine jar?"
Mo Shian lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the sofa, his voice a little hoarse, "Grandpa, I... I'm just not in a good mood."
His eyes fell on the water glass on the coffee table. The condensed water droplets on the wall of the glass slowly slid down, just like his uncontrollable emotions at the moment.
Old Master Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at him sharply. "Are you in a bad mood? Because of Yun Zheng?"
The old man's voice was so sharp that he could see through everything, leaving Mo Shian nowhere to hide.
Mo Shian suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, "You...you know?"
His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his chest felt like it was hit hard by something.
"Humph, can you two, father and son, hide your thoughts from me?"
Old Master Mo snorted coldly, spinning the Buddhist beads in his hand even faster. "You ran out in the middle of the night and came back looking so distraught. Do you really think I'm old and confused?"
The old man's eyes swept back and forth between the father and son, and finally fixed on the longevity lock in his son's hand.
Mo Chenfeng stood aside, his brows furrowed. "Dad, this matter is a bit complicated. We have only just confirmed Yun Zheng's identity."
His fingers gently stroked the patterns on the longevity lock, which he specially asked a craftsman to make. Every pattern expressed his longing for his daughter.
Mr. Mo waved his hand and interrupted him impatiently, "You don't have to tell me this, I know."
"You know?" Mo Chenfeng asked in confusion.
Mo Shian pursed his lips and whispered, "Grandpa had an asthma attack on the road, and it was Yun Zheng who saved him."
Mo Chenfeng didn't know that the relationship between the two of them was so deep.
Before he could open his mouth, he heard the old man speak again, "So, have you seen Zheng Zheng? Where is she now?"
"They were originally in the hospital." The father and son looked at each other, and Mo Shi'an shook his head slightly and said, "Now... they are back in Beijing."
"Going back?" Mr. Mo was so angry that his beard stood up.
The old man stood up suddenly, and the Buddhist beads fell to the ground with a snap, and the sandalwood beads rolled everywhere.
"I don't want to say anything more about you and your son. If you can't even keep one person, what else can you do?" The old man looked at them with a feeling of disappointment.
The living room instantly became quiet, with only the old man's heavy breathing as the sound.
Mo Shian could hear his own rapid heartbeat, thumping as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
After a moment, Mr. Mo took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice, "Shi'an, tell me, why did Zheng Zheng come to the hospital?"
The old man's voice suddenly became gentle, but it made Mo Shian even more uncomfortable.
Mo Shian clenched his fingers, his knuckles turning white. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have said she was my sister without thinking and provoked her."
His voice was choked, and the scene of Yun Zheng falling down appeared before his eyes.
If time could go back, he would rather she leave peacefully, even if he never tells her her identity.
Mr. Mo didn't know what to say for a moment.
The old man slowly sat back in his chair, suddenly looking much older.
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