Chapter 347 Don’t stop her, let her go back.
On the other side, the old house of the Mo family.
The living room was shrouded in amber light, and the pendulum of the antique clock swayed regularly from side to side, making a dull "click" sound.
Mo Shian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the cold light of his mobile phone screen reflected on his tense jawline.
Dr. Smith's voice came through the receiver, "Mr. Fu is recovering quickly and is demanding to be discharged today. I've already delayed your discharge for five days."
Mo Shian's knuckles tapped unconsciously on the window frame, and the crystal glass reflected his suddenly gloomy face.
When he turned around, his silk shirt was wrinkled sharply at the waist. "The hospital called."
The conversation in the living room stopped abruptly.
Mr. Mo put down the blue and white porcelain teacup, and the bottom of the cup hit the mahogany coffee table with a crisp "ding" sound.
Under the old man's silver eyebrows, his old eyes narrowed slightly. "Speak clearly."
"Yun Zheng and Fu Linghe will be returning home in five days." Mo Shi'an slammed his phone on the coffee table, startling the two gilded butterfly decorations next to the fruit plate.
He loosened his tie, his Adam's apple revealing a sinister vein as it rolled. "Smith said Fu Linghe's wounds are healing well. Now there's no excuse to stop him."
The embroidery frame in Ning Zhi's hand fell to the ground with a "bang".
The silver needle rolled to the edge of the Persian carpet, and the wrapped gold thread flashed dazzlingly under the light.
She stood up suddenly, and the hem of her silk cheongsam swept over the candied fruit box on the coffee table, and amber apricots rolled all over the floor.
"Five days?" Her voice was shrill, nearly breaking, her nails digging into her palms. "I haven't even met her formally yet. She doesn't even know she has a mother like me. Is she going back?"
Her tears suddenly welled up, smudged her carefully drawn eyeliner and left two black streaks on her cheeks.
Mo Chenfeng immediately stood up and put his arm around Ning Zhi's trembling shoulders.
The sapphire cufflinks on his suit cuffs scratched Ning Zhi's hairpin, and a strand of black hair fell down and entangled with the wedding ring on his ring finger.
"Zhizhi..." His dry palm stroked his wife's back, and the expensive suit material and cheongsam satin rubbed against each other, making a crackling sound.
"We haven't even officially met her yet." Ning Zhi grabbed her husband's tie, the silk fabric crumpling between her fingers. "We can't just let them..."
She choked with sobs and couldn't continue speaking, her forehead resting on Mo Chenfeng's chest, and her pearl earrings shook violently with her sobs.
Mo Shian irritably unbuttoned two of his shirts, revealing an old scar on his collarbone.
He picked up the crystal ashtray and put it down again, the metal base scraping harshly against the marble tabletop. "If it really doesn't work, just tell them directly and send someone to stop them at the airport..."
"Nonsense!" Old Master Mo suddenly slammed the table and stood up, shaking the jade paperweight on the table. "Have you forgotten the mistake Shi An made last time?"
The old man stood up with the help of a mahogany cane, and the pocket watch chain under his camel-hair vest clattered.
Mo Shi'an was trying to stop Yun Zheng at all costs, which led to Yun Zheng getting injured.
Old Master Mo still feels scared when he thinks about it now, so it is naturally impossible for him to let Mo Chenfeng do such a stupid thing again.
He walked in front of Ning Zhi, paused, and looked down at her.
"Dad..." Ning Zhi raised her tearful eyes, her mascara smudged into a messy gray shadow.
The old man sighed deeply, his cane leaving deep dents in the carpet. "A forced melon isn't sweet."
He turned to the family photo on the wall. Yun Zheng was not in the photo. Mo Xinrou was standing in the place where she should have been.
The eye-catching family portrait glowed softly in its silver frame. "That child is a strong-willed person, just like Feng when he was young."
Mo Chenfeng smiled bitterly when he heard this, and wiped away the tears on his wife's face with his fingertips, "You mean..."
"Let them go." When Mr. Mo turned around, the setting sun shone on him through the stained glass, dyeing his white hair blood red.
His skinny fingers ran across the most recent photo of Yun Zheng on the coffee table.
That was secretly filmed by a private detective. The girl was smiling and straightening Fu Linghe's collar in the garden. The sunlight shattered into gold powder on her eyelashes.
The old man suddenly started coughing violently. Ning Zhi hurried to help him, but he waved his hand to stop him.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, immediately staining the snow-white silk with a dark red stain. "My old bones... cough cough... seeing her safe and happy is enough. She doesn't owe us anything. We only gave her life, but never even a day of raising her."
Mo Shian listened to Grandpa Mo's words, still feeling a little unwilling, "Grandpa! She is my only sister, I can't bear to let her go..."
"That's why!" Old Master Mo slammed his cane to the ground, his voice as loud as a bell. "We can't disturb her."
A few sparrows were startled from the old locust tree outside the window, and they fluttered across the sky as dusk deepened.
He pointed his trembling finger to the north, "We and Fu Linghe have already made our choice."
The old man's voice suddenly lowered and turned into a sigh, "We have to learn to let go."
Ning Zhi suddenly broke free from her husband's arms and staggered to the antique display cabinet.
Her trembling fingers passed over the carefully collected little shoes and silver bells, and finally grabbed a faded amulet.
The silk thread from twenty years ago had become brittle and broke into several pieces in her palm.
"But she was just born..." She knelt on the ground, clutching the broken amulet, her trembling knees exposed at the slit of her cheongsam, "and I lost her."
Mo Chenfeng knelt on one knee and hugged his wife. His tie clip scraped against her jade bracelet, making a crisp sound.
He held up Ning Zhi's tear-soaked face and wiped her moist eyes with his thumb. "It's not your fault. I failed to protect you. It's all my fault."
"What's the point of saying this now!" Ning Zhi suddenly screamed, and the crystal chandelier shook slightly.
She felt as if all her bones had been taken out of her, limp in her husband's arms.
Mo Shian turned his face away, his fists clenched white at his sides.
He grabbed the whiskey on the coffee table and took a big gulp, the amber liquid flowing down his chin and into his collar.
As the crystal glass shattered on the fireplace, he croaked, "I'll help them arrange a flight."
"No need." Mr. Mo walked to the window on crutches, his hunched figure stretched out in the twilight. "The Fu family's private jet will arrive at ten o'clock Thursday morning."
When he turned around, his tearful face stunned everyone. "It's best if we don't disturb him."
A gust of wind swept through the living room, messing up the medical records on the coffee table.
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It was late at night, and Mo Chenfeng gently pushed open the carved wooden door of the bedroom.
Ning Zhi curled up on the chaise longue by the window, the moonlight making her unmade-up face look pale.
She stroked the longevity locket that Yun Zheng had never worn before, and the silver chain made a crackling sound between her fingers.
"Have some ginseng tea." Mo Chenfeng put down the bone china cup. The gilded edge of the tray at the bottom of the cup shone coldly in the moonlight.
He unbuttoned his suit vest and rolled up the cuffs of his silk shirt to his elbows, revealing bullet marks left from the conflict between the Fu and Mo families.
Ning Zhi suddenly grabbed his wrist, her nails almost digging into his flesh. "Chen Feng, I'm afraid she'll never come back if she leaves."
Tears streaked across her face as she raised her head. "What if she never knew..."
Mo Chenfeng knelt on one knee and held his wife's cold hand in his palm.
When he lowered his head, a tear fell on the back of Ning Zhi's hand, and his Adam's apple rolled a few times. "We can also... go see her occasionally."
"Like a stranger?" Ning Zhi laughed bitterly, the sharp corner of the longevity lock leaving a deep red mark on her palm.
Mo Chenfeng didn't know how to answer, and the arm around him couldn't help but tighten.
The nightingale's cry could be heard outside the window, its melodious voice piercing the heavy night.
Mo Chenfeng suddenly picked up his wife and carried her horizontally, and the silk nightgown rubbed against her suit pants, making a rustling sound.
He laid her on the bed, and the brocade sheets immediately sank into the shape of a human.
"Zhizhi." Mo Chenfeng's wedding ring caught on the gold tassel of the bed curtain as he leaned over. He lowered his head and kissed her trembling eyelids. "Love sometimes means learning not to disturb."
Ning Zhi closed her eyes tightly, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably, and she was trying hard to control her emotions.
A crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of her eye and disappeared into her black hair. "Thursday morning at ten o'clock?"
"Yeah." Mo Chenfeng replied softly, combing his fingers through his wife's loose long hair.
"Let's prepare some specialties from Country A," she said suddenly, her voice as soft as the moonlight outside the window. "Let her taste what should be her homeland."
Mo Chenfeng's hand paused.
Yes, she should have been the little princess raised in the arms of the Mo family of Country A.
This should have been her hometown, but something like that happened here and there's nothing anyone can do!
If he could have foreseen all this, Mo Chenfeng would never have agreed to let Ning Zhi, who was about to give birth, go to the capital with him.
Even if he had to put the entire Mohist school on the line, he wouldn't do that.
He lowered his head and kissed his wife's wet eyelashes. "Okay, I'll prepare it myself."
The moonlight moved to the end of the bed, illuminating Ning Zhi's face as she finally fell asleep.
Mo Chenfeng gently pulled the quilt over her, and as the silk quilt cover slid over her curled up body, it made a light sound like snowflakes falling to the ground.
He stood in front of the window and lit a cigarette. The red light of the cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, just like his struggling heart at the moment.
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