episode 28
"Shilin, don't you know what kind of person your father is? He may have harsh words, but he actually loves you very much."
Guan Zhiting spoke without batting an eye, then picked up a soup spoon and scooped a small bowl of radish and beef stew that had been simmering in the kitchen for a long time, gently placing it in front of Mo Shilin, her intention to curry favor obvious.
Mo Shilin didn't speak, but his eyes leisurely scanned back and forth between the couple.
It was as if they had seen something funny.
The steam from the food rose in a spiral. Mo Lianshan snorted coldly, barely managing to suppress his anger with his wife's intervention, but his face was still dark: "I called you here today because I have important matters to instruct you to handle, not to cause me trouble."
Mo Shilin could roughly guess what it was about, but he still said, "I'm all ears."
“It’s been three days. Your second uncle should have realized his mistake by now. Go find someone and ask him to come out.”
"Do you think I'm some kind of god, that I can just make him come out whenever I want?" Mo Shilin looked at him like he was crazy.
Mo Lianshan glanced at his son arrogantly: "Don't try to act all high and mighty with me. Do you really think I don't know what you're capable of?"
What was clearly a request was delivered in a commanding tone by Mo Lianshan.
But that's not wrong either. Whether someone is guilty or not can indeed be determined by a few words from certain people. Black can be called white, and white can be called black. This has been the case from ancient times to the present.
Given Mo Shilin's current status, it might not really be a problem.
Mo Shilin wasn't annoyed at all. He tapped the table rhythmically with his right knuckles. The veins on the back of his pale, sexy hand were prominent and gleamed faintly with a bluish-purple hue under the light. He said jokingly, "Okay, you can get him out."
"only--"
He abruptly changed the subject, a lingering shadow flashing in his dark, deep eyes. He leaned forward slightly towards Mo Lianshan, his right hand pressing firmly on the table, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure: "What benefits will I get?"
Mo Lianshan flinched slightly for no apparent reason and frowned as he looked at him.
“As you know, I didn’t become a scholar as you wished. Now I’m just a law-abiding businessman. A businessman, you know,” Mo Shilin paused, shifted to a more comfortable position, lazily draped his arms over the armrests of the chair, and a mocking smile appeared on his thin lips, “doesn’t do business at a loss.”
Although he used honorifics in every word he spoke, his actions, language, and demeanor were all filled with the air of a superior.
This realization suddenly filled Mo Lianshan with a strange and indescribable sense of fear and anger.
He gripped the pair of milky-white ivory chopsticks tightly in his hand, but he couldn't remain calm at all. He shouted in a deep voice, "You're just full of the stench of money! What do you want? This matter concerning your second uncle is related to the reputation of our entire Mo family. Don't you have any sense of the bigger picture? Were you student council president in school for nothing? I really don't know how I raised such a rebellious son like you, who actually wants to negotiate with me! You bastard, do you even know what you're saying?"
"Reputation? What's the point of talking about something that doesn't even exist?" Mo Shilin retorted mercilessly.
"Stop beating around the bush. I'm giving you a week. You must release your second uncle! I need to see him next week!"
"Necessary? It's necessary to remind you that we live in a society governed by law. Are you going to school every day to teach students how to break the law?"
"you!!"
"Alright!" Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, Guan Zhiting finally interrupted the tense standoff between the father and son, but her arm was still closer to her husband.
"Shilin." Her tone was more intimate than before, but beneath the sweet words lay a cold knife. "With your abilities... the prison... it should be a matter of just a word from you. You make a call, do you think they wouldn't give you face? Just listen to your father, don't make him angry. Besides, what your father said makes sense; this matter concerns the honor of the Mo family. Think of a way—"
"Is your surname Mo?"
Mo Shilin calmly interrupted her.
"What did you say?" Guan Zhiting's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe her son would say such a thing.
Mo Shilin chuckled and obediently repeated, "I said, Mom—are you surnamed Mo? Why are you so eager to do things for the Mo family?"
The cold words suddenly pierced her ears in the silent atmosphere, clearly audible, and Guan Zhiting's face turned ugly.
Leaving aside the entire domestic biology community, just considering the Mo family, everyone knows that Guan Zhiting loves Mo Lianshan to the extreme. Not only does she disregard worldly views and engage in a teacher-student relationship, but she also makes a point of correcting others when chatting with them, telling them not to call her Zhiting, but to call her Mrs. Mo.
During her most infatuated years, she even considered changing her name for Mo Lianshan. Unfortunately, the procedures for changing a name in those days were incredibly complicated. In addition, she was pregnant with the child that Mo Lianshan really wanted, so she had to focus on her pregnancy and couldn't fulfill her wish. Later, when Mo Shilin was born, she had to listen to Mo Lianshan and stay at home to take care of her husband and children. Therefore, she never changed her name. But her whole heart belonged to Mo Lianshan, and the fact that she couldn't change her name for him naturally became a worry for her.
Hearing Mo Shilin use this incident to stab her in the back, she was naturally extremely unhappy.
Mo Shilin, being Mo Lianshan's biological son, is indeed heartless and ungrateful, showing no regard for familial ties whatsoever. He has truly inherited his father's traits.
Guan Zhiting's chest heaved violently for a long time before she finally managed to suppress her anger. In fact, she was a person with no temper. She usually did whatever Mo Lianshan asked her to do. Since Mo Lianshan had not made any statement about this matter, she naturally would not argue with Mo Shilin any further.
After all, her husband's request was to save her younger brother, and she was unwilling to let Mo Shilin lead her by the nose and change the subject.
But she was still angry, so she could only criticize her son from other angles. So she turned to Mo Shilin with a cold face and said, "I heard from Mu Xianglu that you've been getting close to a maid surnamed He lately? Do you even know your place as a friend to a maid?"
Mo Lianshan and Guan Zhiting, whose minds and spirits are as conservative as if they were parachuted from the Qing Dynasty hundreds of years ago into the 21st century, clearly do not have the concept of same-sex love in their worldview. That's why they are only criticizing Mo Shilin for getting close to someone whose status is not compatible with theirs.
But Mo Shilin's face still darkened.
From the moment I stepped into this house tonight until now, I've truly become serious.
accurate.
I'm very unhappy.
No one needs to comment on anything between him and He Xun.
Mo Lianshan continued rambling, "I agree with Zhiting's point of view. Even if you've broken away from the Mo family now, you can't bring shame upon the Mo family because of you—"
"How about I burn down your lab?" Mo Shilin interrupted him impatiently.
"What did you say?" Mo Lianshan suddenly stopped.
"Aren't you and my second uncle very close brothers? Aren't you willing to protect the Mo family's reputation?"
Mo Shilin glanced at Mo Lianshan with a half-smile, and then said, "Then let me burn down your and Mom's lab, just like you burned my things when I was a kid. If you agree, I might consider rescuing Uncle Er."
"you..."
"What, you can't even make this small sacrifice for your own brother?"
"That's the culmination of my and my teacher's life's work, don't even think about it!" Guan Zhiting reacted first and shouted at him.
With Guan Zhiting's furious roar, Mo Lianshan suddenly snapped out of his daze. His life's work and ideals were at stake, and he finally lost his temper, trembling with rage. He grabbed a teacup from beside him and, without hesitation, smashed it against his own son: "You inhuman beast! Get out of here!!"
The oddly shaped glass flew straight at Mo Shilin's face, but fortunately he was prepared and dodged it by tilting his head slightly.
Unfortunately, the edge of the cup was sharp and still grazed his face.
As the cup shattered on the floor, a layer of glaring blood immediately seeped from his forehead.
Guan Zhiting ignored him and yelled, "Get out!!"
Fragments to pieces, angry-looking blood relatives, indifferent servants, and old, decaying furniture.
Blood slowly flowed down his eyelids and eyelashes to his eyelids, adding a touch of evil to Mo Shilin's already handsome features in the dim light.
After a moment, he gave a cold laugh: "Mom, I've thought about it, and there's something I need to remind you of."
Guan Zhiting glared at him fiercely.
"I hate eating radishes and beef brisket the most."
Mo Shilin mocked, "Next time you ask me for a favor, remember to find out my preferences first."
Having said that, he ignored the other person's extremely ugly expression and turned to leave without looking back.
This bizarre "family dinner" thus came to an end.
Mo Shilin ignored the blood still seeping from his forehead. He casually wiped his eyes, opened the car door, got in, impatiently took out a cigarette, lit it, put it in his mouth, tossed the cigarette pack aside, started the car, put his blood-stained right hand on the steering wheel, and the car sped away.
Unfortunately, Mo Shilin was destined to be unlucky on this day, and he would find no peace wherever he went.
One act ends and another begins; just as an absurd family drama concludes, another noisy urban workplace drama is about to begin.
When he drove to the vicinity of Yuntu, he originally intended to go back to his office to sleep for the night, but he saw a large number of people gathered downstairs at the company.
Standing and sitting, men and women, blended into the pitch-black night.
Without exception, they were all people carrying cameras and microphones, their purpose obvious: to extract a few words from Mo Shilin about his uncle's illegal and criminal activities.
To some extent, Mo Shilin actually admired these reporters.
It was the weekend, and he didn't come to the office. However, he learned from his assistant that a group of reporters had gathered downstairs at Yuntu since the early hours of the morning, waiting to interview him. Even now, at this hour, they had no intention of leaving. They were not only sitting cross-legged on the ground eating boxed lunches and instant noodles, but some had even set up makeshift beds on the floor, clearly determined not to give up until they saw him.
Passersby initially thought they had traveled back to the tunnel of an old-fashioned train station.
Smoke swirled around him, a bitter smell permeating his entire body. With a cigarette between his bent index and middle fingers, Mo Shilin looked at the group of people through the windshield and suddenly felt that this day was utterly boring.
Although he had already won when he made the decision to study computer science abroad on his own, he was still extremely unhappy at this moment.
I'm so bored.
He shouldn't waste his precious weekend time on unimportant people; he should go back and act out a melodramatic love story with that corporate spy who's so perfect for him.
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