Chapter 232 The Right Choice
The light from outside into Xingyue Bay poured into the windowpanes. Mo Ziyuan propped himself up on the headboard with both hands, his knuckles turning white, his gaze fixed on the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window, like a frozen stone statue.
He didn't turn around when the door hinge clicked softly, until the mattress next to him sank in, and then he caught a glimpse of Shi Jingsheng sitting down right next to him.
Shi Jingsheng was somewhat surprised by the man's calmness.
After a moment of silence in the room, Shi Jingsheng got up and went out. When he came back, he was carrying an unopened bottle of wine.
Mo Ziyuan slowly straightened up, glanced around as he took the wine bottle, but didn't seem to be looking for a wine glass. Shi Jingsheng also rummaged through the bedside table, just as he remembered that this was Yi Luo's room and there was no wine set there, a blue water glass was handed to him. It was his own glass, and Shi Jingsheng recognized it at a glance.
Turning his head, Shi Jingsheng saw Mo Ziyuan picking up the pink water glass and immediately fell silent.
Even though Ilo is gone, you can't drink from her cup.
“She’s gone,” Mo Ziyuan’s voice carried an undeniable force. “This is what she left me. I can do whatever I want with it.”
Shi Jingsheng knew he was feeling choked up, so he didn't argue anymore, opened the bottle and poured himself a full glass.
"You know what happened?"
Mo Ziyuan was pouring wine into the pink glass without stopping.
"I have no idea."
Shi Jingsheng's hand holding the glass froze in mid-air, and a few drops of wine spilled out.
"So you don't know anything? Then why aren't you worried?"
Mo Ziyuan took a sip of wine, moving slowly and leisurely.
"I can guess why Yi-an was so angry."
Upon hearing this, the man's gaze swept across every corner of the room, finally settling on the angle from which the surveillance camera had once pointed at Yi Luo's room. It was empty. He had just stood up to go over and take a closer look when Mo Ziyuan's voice stopped him.
"No need to look anymore, I already had all the surveillance cameras removed."
Shi Jingsheng stopped and sat back on the edge of the bed, looking at him with surprise in his eyes.
"Ziyuan, Ziyuan, why couldn't you have hidden it better?"
Mo Ziyuan ignored him, and only after a while did he react, getting up and leaving the room. A moment later, he returned with a laptop in his hand.
"How is Yi'an's injury?"
Shi Jingsheng stood behind him, watching his fingers fly across the keyboard.
"It's not serious, just a few cuts. I've already checked the computer, there's nothing there, it's been completely deleted."
Mo Ziyuan abruptly stopped, and then he spoke again.
"Ziyuan, you're so careless! Did he see all those things?"
“I don’t know,” he said in a lower voice. “I deleted it, but not completely. Yi’an must have discovered it after restoring the data.”
"ah!"
Shi Jingsheng instantly exploded, slamming his wine glass onto the bedside table, spilling the wine.
He stood up abruptly, ready to lash out, but the other person just sat there, back ramrod straight, letting those angry words rain down on him without uttering a single rebuttal.
"Mo Ziyuan, can't you ever think before you act? You like to do all sorts of bad things, and then you never think about how to deal with them. You're just an idiot..."
After Shi Jingsheng finished speaking, the man in front of him nodded thoughtfully.
When he finally stopped shouting, his voice hoarse, the man in front of him slowly raised his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and nodded thoughtfully.
Shi Jingsheng felt a lump in his throat, almost choking. Fine, there was no point in wasting breath arguing with this person, so he simply turned his face away, too lazy to bother with him anymore. But then he thought again and couldn't help asking.
"So what are you planning to do now? Just watch Yi'an take Yi Luo out to live?"
This time, Mo Ziyuan finally reacted, his eyes brimming with a powerful possessiveness when he looked up.
“Who says I let him have his way? Ilo is mine.”
“Fine, fine, Yi Luo is yours,” Shi Jingsheng rolled his eyes, “but will Yi An agree to that?”
Before he finished speaking, Mo Ziyuan grabbed the remaining wine on the table, tilted his head back and took the last swig, then smashed the empty bottle against his forehead.
With a muffled thud, shards of glass shattered and scattered all over the floor.
Things happened so fast that Shi Jingsheng had no time to stop it and could only exclaim in surprise.
"Are you crazy!" He hurriedly grabbed a tissue from the side and rushed over to press it against Mo Ziyuan's bleeding forehead, but the other party calmly took the tissue, his tone eerily calm.
"Isn't the neurosurgeon Yi'an found still at the villa? Call them and tell them to come over."
Shi Jingsheng helped him downstairs for a checkup, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the diagnosis that it was just a superficial injury.
"Fortunately, it only looks scary."
A row of doctors, summoned by Mo Ziyuan, stood nearby, their heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound. Mo Ziyuan looked at the professor at the head of the group and gave his orders in a deep voice.
"I'll send Yi-an a message tonight, saying that I suffered a head injury and there's a high chance I'll regain my memory."
"Yes, Young Master Mo."
After the doctors left, Mo Ziyuan turned to look at Shi Jingsheng, who was standing there in a daze.
"What are you standing there for? Call Yi'an right now."
Shi Jingsheng suddenly realized why he was so calm; it turned out he had planned this all along! He curled his lip.
"I won't fight."
"Why?" Mo Ziyuan raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting him to refuse.
“If I call him, he’ll definitely think I’m helping you lie to him, and Yi’an will be unhappy.”
“You’re living here now, it’s obvious you have to help me,” Mo Ziyuan said with an undeniable forcefulness. “Just hurry up and call, be serious, and add a few nice words, isn’t that enough?”
Shi Jingsheng could never resist him, so he reluctantly picked up the phone.
"Okay, so what should I say? Just say you fell?"
"Whatever you want, just make it believable, don't give yourself away."
After the call connected, there was silence on the other end, clearly waiting for him to speak. Shi Jingsheng felt inexplicably guilty and cleared his throat.
"Yi'an..."
"What is it?" Lin Yi'an's voice carried a faint sense of detachment.
"Um... I wasn't defending Ziyuan, it's just... he fell, he fell down the stairs and hit his head, do you want to come and take a look?"
Is it serious?
"No, it's not serious." Shi Jingsheng had just finished speaking when he met Mo Ziyuan's threatening gaze, and quickly changed his words, "Oh no, it looks quite scary, after all, he bumped his head."
"Okay," Lin Yi'an said, and hung up the phone.
Shi Jingsheng shrugged and looked at Mo Ziyuan.
"Oh no, he didn't even ask a single question. He must be furious."
Mo Ziyuan nodded, seemingly unconcerned.
"It's alright, let him be angry for a few days, don't push him too hard." He said, picking up his phone and fiddling with it. Shi Jingsheng curiously leaned over to take a look and saw that he was actually sending a message to Yi Luo.
Lolo: (._.) I probably won't be able to go back for the next few days. My brother is injured, and I have to take care of him.
Yuanyuan: Oh dear, how did Brother Yi'an get hurt? I'm so worried! (Cat hugs.jpg)
Lolo: (Carrying the kitten back.jpg) I don't know either, my brother said it was accidentally scratched.
Yuanyuan: Then you must remind Brother Yi'an to be careful! Oh, and I just accidentally fell and hurt myself too...
Lin Yiluo's message paused for a few seconds, and then a video call came in.
Mo Ziyuan answered immediately, his tone instantly becoming gentle.
"Baby~"
Shi Jingsheng, who was listening from the side, got goosebumps all over.
In the video, Mo Ziyuan deliberately pointed the wound on his forehead at the camera, with faint bloodstains seeping through the white bandage.
The little girl's tears fell down with a "plop," and her voice was choked with sobs.
"Brother Ziyuan, how come you got hurt right after I left!"
Watching the two of them talking sweetly on the phone, Shi Jingsheng suddenly felt that Lin Yi'an was absolutely right to take his precious little sister away. If she stayed here, she might easily be tricked by Mo Ziyuan.
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