Chapter 120 People from My Hometown
On the day the restaurant opened, Molly brought Grandma Ji, Grandpa Ji, and their six children to show their support.
Ji Yi's six children can already walk. Although their legs are not long, they are extremely nimble and walk much more steadily than children of the same age.
Six children, dressed in red outfits, sat near the entrance of the restaurant, immediately attracting the attention of anyone entering.
Uncle Wang gave each of the six children a roasted chicken leg. They grabbed the fragrant roasted chicken and gnawed on it while looking around with wide, curious eyes.
With Uncle Wang and his son in charge of cooking, the restaurant's food was naturally excellent, and the guests who came in all praised it highly.
On the first day of business, things went smoothly with a few minor mishaps. Molly stayed at the store all day, while the six children were taken home by Grandpa and Grandma Ji after they had eaten.
In the afternoon, Ji and Feng picked up Molly, and the two had dinner at the restaurant.
After dinner, Ji Hefeng's expression turned serious. "Your father has come to Beijing."
Molly was taken aback, not understanding for a moment who Ji Hefeng was talking about.
"He found the cake shop today, and he should be at your sister's house now. He came with your stepmother, and it seems that something happened. As soon as they arrived at the cake shop, the two of them knelt down before your sister," Ji Hefeng said. It was a coincidence that he was out running errands today and happened to pass by the cake shop, and then he saw this scene.
Mo He was decisive enough at the time. He grabbed the two of them by the arms, his face so dark it could drip water, and said in an extremely cold tone, "If you dare to cause trouble here, no matter what you ask for, I will not agree."
Mo He has always been a person of her own mind, so stubborn that she doesn't listen to anyone. As soon as she said this, Mo Gaofeng and his stepmother Liu Ahua obediently left with Mo He.
Molly knew that Mo Gaofeng and Liu Ahua had ill intentions. She didn't want to see them, but she couldn't let Mo He deal with them alone.
Ji Hefeng didn't ask Molly's opinion and drove straight to Mo He's house.
The car stopped in front of Mo He's house. Before Molly even got out, she heard her nephew and niece crying inside. Molly frowned, opened the car door, and strode into the house. Her aggressive demeanor made it seem like she was going to fight.
Ji Hefeng also had a stern face, looking unapproachable, and his powerful aura made people afraid to look him in the eye.
When Molly entered the room, she saw Mo Gaofeng's face contorted with anger, while Mo He was holding a kitchen knife with a clear handprint on her face.
"You hit my sister?" Molly approached Mo Gaofeng, her calm eyes brewing a storm.
"Who are you?" Mo Gaofeng could no longer recognize the beautiful girl in front of him as his disabled second daughter.
"I'll ask you one more time, did you hit my sister?" Molly clenched her fist.
"What's it to you if I'm disciplining my daughter?" Mo Gaofeng tilted his head back and reached out to push Molly away, but Molly grabbed his wrist instead.
Mo Gaofeng was furious that she dared to make a move, and he tried to shake Molly off, but Molly didn't move.
This girl is incredibly strong!
Mo Gaofeng refused to believe that a man who had worked in the fields for many years could not defeat a little girl. He tried again, but his arm was still firmly held by Molly.
Enraged, Mo Gaofeng used his other hand to slap Molly's face with all his might. He was fast, but Molly was even faster, accurately grabbing his other wrist.
At the same time, Mo Gaofeng also saw Molly's left palm and saw that where there should be three fingers, there was nothing but light pink flesh.
He was stunned.
Having not seen his youngest daughter for so long, Mo Gaofeng could no longer remember what she looked like. But he clearly remembered that her left arm was shorter than her right arm and slightly twisted, unlike now, where the lengths were about the same and no abnormality was noticeable unless one looked closely.
He still remembers that his youngest daughter's left thumb and little finger were slender and smaller than the fingers on her right hand, instead of looking almost the same as they do now.
His youngest daughter was dark-skinned, thin, and short, while the girl in front of him was tall, fair-skinned, beautiful, and delicate—clearly a pampered child from a good family.
Mo Gaofeng couldn't believe that the girl in front of him was his youngest daughter.
Seeing that Mo Gaofeng was distracted, Mo Li suddenly exerted force, and Mo Gaofeng immediately cried out in pain.
“I asked if you hit my sister.” Molly’s patience ran out.
“I hit her, so what? I’m her father, is it wrong for me to hit her?!”
Molly responded with a kick.
Despite Molly deliberately holding back, Mo Gaofeng was still kicked away, flying two meters away before landing on the ground.
"Molly—"
Mo He was shocked. She grabbed Molly and shook her head at her, "He is still our father. Hitting him is not good for you."
"I don't care." Molly then looked at Liu Ahua, "Big sister, did this woman bully you too?"
Mo He shook her head. "She didn't do anything."
"How did they find Beijing and pinpoint our shop?" Molly wondered. Beijing was two thousand miles away from her hometown, and they never contacted anyone from Mo Family Village. How did Mo Gaofeng and Liu Ahua manage to find their way here?
"Yes, it's my fault." Li Xiaoju held her grandson, her old face filled with shame and self-reproach.
"Why did you contact Mo Gaofeng?" What benefit would Li Xiaoju gain from bringing Mo Gaofeng here?
“I didn’t contact Mo Gaofeng,” Li Xiaoju quickly denied. “I just called back to tell the people in Xiaonan Village that Mo He is the manager of the cake shop. But don’t worry, Molly, I didn’t mention a word about you.”
Li Xiaoju only wanted to tell the villagers that she was living a good life and had a grandson, and she had a desire to show off. After showing off, she was happy, but she never expected it would bring her so much trouble.
At this moment, Li Xiaoju couldn't have been more regretful.
If they had only heard that Mo He was the manager of a cake shop, Mo Gaofeng and Liu Ahua, who had never traveled far from home, would not have dared to take such a big risk to come to Beijing.
But something bad happened to the Mo family, or more precisely, Mo Gaofeng's youngest son, Mo Liang, got into trouble. This brat, Mo Liang, kicked and injured another child in the village's genitals. The clan chief intervened, telling Mo Gaofeng to pay 5,000 yuan upfront for the child's medical treatment. If the child couldn't be cured, Mo Liang would give the child 1,000 yuan annually; if the child recovered, that would be ideal.
If Mo Gaofeng doesn't pay the five thousand yuan, then Mo Liang will be adopted into that family and become their servant for life.
Mo Gaofeng naturally refused, but he dared not disobey the clan leader.
The Mo family sold everything they owned, but could only scrape together a few hundred yuan, far short of the five thousand yuan needed. The child's treatment couldn't be delayed, so the village lent them money for the child's medical expenses. The clan chief said Mo Gaofeng would have two months; if he couldn't raise five thousand yuan within two months, the Mo family's land would be taken back by the village and redistributed. Mo Liang would also be adopted and forced to work as a servant.
In Mo Gaofeng's heart, there are two things that are most important: the land and Mo Liang. He cannot lose either of them.
So he went to Xiaonan Village in person and learned from the villagers that Mo He had gone to Beijing and was working as a shop manager at a cake shop there. Mo Gaofeng didn't know anything about cakes, but as soon as he heard the word "shop manager," he knew it was no ordinary person.
Even if Mo He can't come up with five thousand, then let her borrow it. In any case, Mo He has to pay for this money.
So the couple bought tickets to Beijing. After leaving the train station, they asked around, ate steamed buns when they were hungry, and slept on the streets at night. It took them three days to finally find the cake shop called Sweet.
Molly couldn't help but blame Li Xiaoju. If it weren't for Li Xiaoju's meddling, they wouldn't have brought trouble upon themselves with Mo Gaofeng and Liu Ahua.
“If you say another word next time, you can go back to Xiaonan Village.” Molly’s tone left no room for negotiation.
Li Xiaoju's face stiffened, and she hurriedly apologized, "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it again."
She just had her eldest grandson, and she absolutely doesn't want to be separated from him. Besides, life in Beijing is so much better—good houses, good food, and no need to work in the fields.
Li Xiaoju felt that she had suffered her whole life, and finally being able to live a comfortable life in her old age was God's compensation to her. Of course, she also knew that without Molly, neither she nor Mo He would be where they were today, and she couldn't afford to offend Molly.
Mo Gaofeng, who had been lying on the ground, finally stood up. He re-examined the girl in front of him. She looked to be about eighteen years old, but her age didn't match up. Was she really his youngest daughter?
"We have no money. Go back to where you came from," Mo He said coldly.
“If you can afford such a big house, how could you not have money?” Liu Ahua shouted.
"What does our money have to do with you?" Molly sneered, walking step by step toward Liu Ahua. "A little bastard who has bullied me and my brother since we were kids, I wish he were dead. Save him? You're dreaming."
Molly's cold aura frightened Liu Ahua, causing her to back away and tremble. But she still forced herself to say, "He is your brother. You can't just stand by and watch him die."
Liu Ahua didn't believe that the beautiful woman in front of her was the little cripple, the little fool, but since the other party had admitted it herself, she had no choice but to believe it.
“I only have one brother, Moan.” Molly pointed outside. “Get out of here. Don’t force me to throw you out.”
"Molly, even if you don't acknowledge your brother, what about your father? Don't you acknowledge your father either? He raised you and your brother for over ten years. Can you bear to see your family lose its land and your father starve to death on the streets?" Liu Ahua was truly desperate. Molly and Mohe were unyielding, showing no sign of softening their stance. What would happen to her Xiaoliang? Would he really have to go to someone else's family to be a slave and be tormented for the rest of his life?
No, she wouldn't allow it.
“He doesn’t deserve to be my father.” Mo He gritted her teeth, her eyes red. “I stopped acknowledging him as my father the moment he sold me.”
"You brat—"
Mo Gaofeng tried to rush up and hit Mo He again, but was stopped by Ji Hefeng.
"And who are you?" Facing the towering Ji Hefeng, Mo Gaofeng's imposing manner diminished by three points.
"I am Molly's husband," Ji Hefeng said, introducing himself without addressing anyone else.
Mo Gaofeng was shocked again. This handsome man who looked so noble was actually Molly's husband!
“Molly holds a grudge against you. If you want money, why don’t you talk to me?” Ji Hefeng smiled, and his icy aura instantly dissipated.
Mo Gaofeng was filled with doubt and uncertainty.
Ji Hefeng unleashed his ultimate move, "If you two want money, come with me."
After saying that, he walked outside.
Mo Gaofeng and Liu Ahua exchanged a glance and immediately followed.
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