Chapter 252 Fu Linghe intercepted the Mo family on the way!
"You must know what I mean!" Fu Linghe raised the corner of his lips in an extremely arrogant smile, which was arrogant and unruly, but did not reach his eyes.
He slowly raised his hand and gently pushed his gold-rimmed glasses. The lenses reflected a cold arc in the moonlight, like an icy edge shining through the cold night.
Fu Linghe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked over the Mo family's grandparents and grandchildren.
"It's a rare occasion for Mr. Mo and Mr. Mo to come to the capital, so why don't you treat them to a cup of tea?" He deliberately dragged out the ending of his tone, the meaning of pressure was self-evident, and he snapped his slender fingers.
The sound startled the night birds roosting in the distance. They flapped their wings, leaving panicked shadows in the silent night sky, adding a bit of solemnity to the already tense atmosphere.
Twenty bodyguards in black immediately closed the circle. They were dressed in neat black suits and moved in unison.
Fu Linghe casually unbuttoned his suit, revealing the faint outline of a gun handle in his inner pocket. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of contempt.
"By the way, let's settle accounts with President Mo." He spoke lazily, his voice echoing in the silent night.
He stopped three steps away from the Mo family's ancestors and grandchildren. The moonlight stretched his shadow, revealing a suffocating sense of oppression.
"After all, I usually wouldn't even touch a hair on my Zheng Zheng, and your good grandson actually dared to make him vomit blood, faint and cry."
"I can't let my wife shed so many tears in vain, right?" The smile on Fu Linghe's lips was three times colder than the night wind.
His eyes were a mixture of seven parts heartache and three parts anger. Thinking of Yun Zheng's aggrieved look, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
The moonlight was like frost, sprinkling on the cold concrete of the tarmac, covering everything with a layer of icy gauze.
Mo Shian widened his eyes. He never expected Fu Linghe to be so strong.
He opened his mouth and was about to explode, "Fu Linghe! You..." Before the angry shout had completely died down, two bodyguards in black rushed up quickly and handcuffed his hands behind his back. The collar of his suit was wrinkled in the struggle, and he looked in a mess.
Fu Linghe didn't even spare him a glance, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses fixed solely on the white-haired Mr. Mo.
His eyes were deep and cold, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Mo. Young Mr. Mo has a bad temper and needs to calm down." He gently pushed the frame of his glasses with his fingertips. The cold light of metal flashed across the old man's wrinkled face. His eyes could see through Mr. Mo's thoughts. "Please come in."
Mr. Mo leaned on a rosewood cane, and a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.
He gripped the cane tightly, the carved textures on it digging deep into his palm.
The cane hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound, as if declaring the majesty of the Mo family to Fu Linghe.
But in the end, he failed to stop the bodyguards from taking the Mo family into the black van.
The night wind lifted the hem of his Tang suit, revealing the jade pendant with dragon pattern faintly visible around his waist, which shone with mysterious light under the reflection of the street lamp.
Three Rolls-Royce Phantoms rolled over the neon lights after the rain, their tires making a low roar as they rubbed against the ground, and drove into the underground garage of Fu's International Hotel.
The elevator went directly to the banquet hall on the top floor. Fu Linghe looked at his watch and it was already 1:23 in the morning.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door slid open to both sides, and Fu Linghe took the first step out.
He walked with steady steps, and every step seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the Mo family.
When we arrived at the door of the banquet hall, the waiter had already opened the door respectfully.
The door of the banquet hall closed silently behind him, isolating the twenty bodyguards and all the waiters outside.
The light from the crystal chandelier poured down, and the banquet hall seemed as bright as day.
The rhinestones reflected colorful light, which sprinkled on the pale faces of the Mo family's grandparents and grandchildren, making them look even more embarrassed and helpless.
Fu Linghe unbuttoned his suit with one hand and sat casually on the leather seat in the main seat.
His long legs were crossed, and his custom-made leather shoes shone coldly under the light. His eyes from behind his gold-rimmed glasses swept over Mo Shian, who was sitting opposite him, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
There was no ripple in his heart, he just enjoyed the feeling of being in control of everything.
"Mr. Mo, I'm so sorry to bother you so late at night." His voice was low and pleasant, but it carried an undeniable sense of oppression. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "But some things are better to be made clear in person."
Old Master Mo was leaning on a rosewood cane, and the veins on the back of his wrinkled hand were bulging.
His cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and his hoarse voice was filled with displeasure, "Mr. Fu, you're making such a big fuss. The relationship between the Mo family and the Fu family doesn't seem to be at the point where it's worth you personally 'inviting' us here?"
Fu Linghe chuckled, tapping the armrest of the chair with his fingertips, the rhythm like a life-threatening drumbeat, "Mr. Mo, you're joking."
He raised his head slightly, his eyes suddenly turning cold. He stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point, "Yun Zheng doesn't want to recognize you. Please don't bother her again."
Mo Shi'an suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with anger. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. "Fu Linghe, don't go too far. Zhengzheng is my sister. Who are you to stop her from recognizing us?"
"Sister?" Fu Linghe scoffed, interrupting him. His voice suddenly rose, echoing in the banquet hall like thunder. "I've ignored you for twenty-four years, and now you remember to acknowledge me as your sister?"
He stood up, the hem of his suit drawing a sharp arc as he moved, his eyes filled with anger and disgust, as if he had seen something disgusting.
"Mo Shian, when you made her vomit blood and faint, why didn't you think that she was your sister?" His voice was full of sarcasm, and every word he said was like a slap in Mo Shian's face.
The air in the banquet hall seemed to freeze, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Mo Shian's face was pale, his lips were trembling and he couldn't speak, his eyes were full of panic and fear.
A hint of panic flashed across Mr. Mo's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
Fu Linghe walked to the French window, his back to them. Outside the window were the lights of the entire city, like scattered stars, bright and prosperous.
But in his eyes, all this has nothing to do with him.
He raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of fatigue and determination
Fu Linghe's figure was reflected on the glass, overlapping with the neon lights in the distance, making him look particularly lonely, but behind that lonely figure was his deep love and desire to protect Yun Zheng.
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