Chapter 71 Don't get involved in the affairs of the Mo family
Mo Ziyuan raised an eyebrow at him, quite curious about what he was going to say next.
"The Wen family's intention is simply for you to give birth to an heir. They've sent many high-quality women here, and they're currently at Banshanju. You can go there directly tonight."
I called them both over just so they could try and persuade you.
Wen Shuyu huddled in the corner, somewhat frightened. Would a world war break out? What should he do? He was just a weak human being.
Lin Yi'an, who had just been eating, lost all interest in eating after hearing this. What did he mean by "just having one heir"? That was truly awful.
Shi Jingsheng, sitting diagonally opposite, slammed his celadon teacup down on the table, spilling some tea.
"Master Mo, you jest. We two can't help you with this. After all, it's a family matter, and it's not appropriate for us outsiders to interfere, right? Besides, Ziyuan is still young, what's the rush?"
The man sitting in the main seat sneered, looking at the arrogant young man from the Shi family. How could he be so ungrateful? This was giving the Shi family a chance.
Lin Yiluo looked at the head of the Mo family unhappily. Brother Ziyuan was right. The head of the Mo family was a bad guy. He always forced Brother Ziyuan to do things he didn't want to do.
Mo Ziyuan had no interest in staying there any longer.
"Father, you don't need to worry about my affairs."
After saying this, the man got up and left.
Shi Jingsheng and Lin Yi'an also stood up. Wen Shuyu hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should run away with her brother. Yes, that's it.
Lin Yi'an went out the door and quickly caught up with Shi Jingsheng, who was walking ahead.
He suddenly looked at the two people in front of him, and they were actually holding hands.
"Mo Ziyuan, don't hold her hand."
Upon hearing this, the man turned around and raised his hand in front of Lin Yi'an.
It was Lin Yilu who was holding Mo Ziyuan's hand. He was only holding the man's three fingers tightly.
Lin Yi'an looked at the little girl awkwardly, and the little girl blinked her big eyes at him.
"Um... my sister is still young, and I only took your hand because I thought you were reliable."
Mo Ziyuan chuckled and pulled the girl away.
Once inside the car, Lin Yiluo turned sideways and stared intently at Mo Ziyuan. The light and shadow of the streetlights swept across the car window, swirling in her eyes like a shimmering galaxy.
Looking back, the man found Ilo's gaze strange; it held pity, but also other emotions.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at your brother like that?"
The little girl suddenly grabbed his clothes, her voice as soft as a cotton candy: "Brother Ziyuan, don't be sad. I heard you say that every father is very good to his child. Even though that person is not good to you, it doesn't matter. I will be good to you, just like you are to me."
Mo Ziyuan finally understood what the girl meant. She was afraid of hurting him.
In truth, the man wasn't sad at all. He had absolutely no feelings for the leader of the Mo family; any sliver of affection he had a few years ago had vanished the moment he survived on the island.
However, she was happy to comfort herself like this, and he chuckled as he ruffled her hair.
"Yiluo, Brother Ziyuan is really sad, so you have to take good care of me."
As soon as Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, Lin Yi'an came up to him.
Before he could finish speaking, the car door was suddenly pulled open, and Lin Yi'an leaned half his body in, saying, "Excuse me, I'll sit here."
Mo Ziyuan was puzzled for a moment.
"What are you doing? Jing Sheng is going home, I'm here to ride in this car."
"Didn't you drive yourself?"
"No, I came in Jing Sheng's car."
Mo Ziyuan: ...I'm speechless.
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As the carved bronze door closed behind him, Shi Jingsheng keenly noticed the flustered whispers of the servants in the corridor. Moonlight pierced through the dark clouds and the openwork patterns of the hanging flower door, casting spiderweb-like shadows on the blue brick floor. Even the bronze bells at the corner of the corridor fell silent, much like the oppressive stillness before a storm.
He said to the maid standing at the door.
"What happened?"
The maid answered tremblingly.
"Young Master Jingsheng, you should go inside quickly. The old master is very angry."
Shi Jingsheng pushed open the gilded, carved door, and the rising sandalwood incense, mixed with a oppressive atmosphere, rushed out. The old man in the main seat had silver hair like frost, and his withered fingers gripped a sandalwood cane tightly, the dragon head inlaid on the cane gleaming coldly in the candlelight.
The butler stood to the side with his head bowed, and shook his head imperceptibly the moment he saw him.
Shi Jingsheng considered for a moment before speaking.
"What's wrong with Grandpa?"
The cane suddenly slammed heavily on the ground, startling the peacock feather in the celadon vase on the table, causing it to tremble violently. The old man looked at him with a serious expression.
"The Mo family patriarch just called me. Tell me how you got involved in the Mo family? I know you and Mo Ziyuan are good friends, but we shouldn't get involved in the Mo family's affairs. Didn't I tell you that before?"
"Grandpa, I didn't do anything."
Shi Jingsheng looked completely innocent; he really hadn't done anything.
"If you hadn't done anything, would the Mo family head have called me?"
Before the old man could finish speaking, a servant came out carrying a family law.
The moment the box lid was opened, the thorny rattan whip gleamed with a dark red luster; it was said that this had been passed down in the Shi family until now.
Shi Jingsheng looked at the whip and immediately knelt down.
Hmm... He was often beaten when he was a child, and after he grew up, he forgot when the last time he was beaten was.
Seeing him like this, Old Master Shi was furious.
The housekeeper was also anxious.
"Young master, you should quickly apologize to the old master!"
How could Shi Jingsheng admit his mistake? He never regrets anything he has ever done.
Shi Jingsheng took off his clothes swiftly and decisively. His white shirt fell onto the Persian carpet with a dull thud, revealing the scars on his body.
The colors varied in shade and size. Seeing this scene, Old Master Shi stood up, turned around, and said calmly, "Hit."
When he was being beaten, Shi Jingsheng didn't know how he felt.
Does it hurt? It really hurts. Blood dripped down my back, soaking the carpet.
But the man gritted his teeth and remained silent.
His fists were clenched tightly; he had lost count of how many blows the family discipline would have given him.
After an unknown amount of time, the servant stopped.
He remained kneeling on the ground without saying a word. The old man stood in front of him and spoke to him.
"I know you get along well with those two, and I support you in making your own friends, but sometimes you need to understand..."
Our Shi family is not what it used to be, but the Mo family is still at its zenith. Lin Yi'an has nothing to fear from just the two of them.
But what about us? Our entire family, and our whole extended family, are relying on you. You can be friends with them, but I don't want you getting involved in anything they do.
The old man gave it a deep look and then left.
When no one was in the living room, Shi Jingsheng spat out the mouthful of blood.
He slowly got up, supporting himself on his knees, and walked into his room, leaving traces of blood all along the way.
In the bathroom, he glanced at his back in the mirror; it was already a bloody mess.
But he didn't care at all, and still took a shower, the cold water washing away the smell of blood from his body.
The man came out wrapped in a bath towel, and the housekeeper and medical team were already waiting at the door.
The old butler's eyes reddened, and he trembled as he pulled out a warm towel, his voice choked with emotion: "Young master, why..."
He practically watched Shi Jingsheng grow up.
Aside from the years the man spent on the island, Shi Jingsheng had always been a part of his life. He treated Shi Jingsheng like his own grandson, and seeing him like this now is truly heartbreaking.
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