Chapter 25
Pei Man's child was ultimately lost. Mo Yousen clearly remembered Pei Man's last words before getting on the ambulance, which was to ask Yan Yuan to send him back to Country M as soon as possible.
Even though Yan Yuheng fought hard, he was still carried on a helicopter by two bodyguards, one on each side, and flown to the international airport. Mo Yousen watched everything that happened in the house coldly like a bystander.
Mo Yousen left the Yan family the moment the helicopter carrying Yan Yuheng took off from the yard. Ningcheng was so big, but he didn't even have a place to stay. He had messed up everything and had changed everyone who truly cared about him beyond recognition.
Mo Yousen dragged his feet back to the Mo family, the devil's den that he hated so much.
The moment he opened the door, the laughter and joyful chatter inside broke into Mo Yousen's ears. Those sounds were simply disgusting. In the past, when the family celebrated the New Year together, it was not as lively as it was now.
Oh, how ironic.
Mo Guozheng heard the noise at the door and leaned out from the sofa. Seeing Mo Yousen walking towards the elevator with a gloomy face, Mo Guozheng taunted him, "Isn't this my good son, Mo Guozheng? How could he bear to go home? Is it because Pei Man had a miscarriage and you don't have time to take care of you? Hahahaha."
Mo Yousen didn't bother to pay attention to every word he said, but since he knew about Pei Man's miscarriage but didn't know what happened to him at Yan's house, it meant that Yan Yuan didn't tell him the whole story. Mo Yousen continued walking on his way with his eyes blank. Mo Jinyu was bored when he didn't refute her. She took an orange from the coffee table and peeled it slowly, "Oh, Dad, he's a jinx. It's not enough that he killed his own mother, he also killed his own grandfather. Now he lives in someone else's house and causes them to have a miscarriage." Mo Jinyu handed the orange to Mo Guozheng, "Dad, he must be an unlucky person. Don't let him harm our family by living in our house."
Mo Yousen had thought he could ignore anything this family said. His bloodshot eyes stared at Mo Jinyu's face, which bore a striking resemblance to his own, familiar yet strange. Mo Yousen gritted his teeth, his body tense, his words tearing as he spoke. "You are an illegitimate child. Your mother is Mo Guozheng's mistress. Your whole family is a bunch of rats in the gutter. I curse you to never be able to turn things around in this life."
When Qiu Lingzhi heard this, she immediately jumped up from the sofa, rolled up her sleeves and was about to jump over the sofa to hit Mo Yousen.
Mo Guozheng loathed the child he had conceived with Tang Miao. The sight of Mo Yousen reminded him of the decades of humiliation he had endured. Mo Yousen's very existence was a constant reminder of his own vulnerability. But he couldn't touch Mo Yousen just yet. Tang Miao and Tang Tianlin's shares, along with most of their assets, had been transferred to a trust, to be handed over to Mo Yousen when he came of age. In the unfortunate event of Mo Yousen's death, the trust would donate all his assets to society. Mo Guozheng absolutely wouldn't allow that to happen. He had to ensure that Mo Yousen inherited the estate and held it firmly in his own hands.
Mo Guozheng broke off a slice of orange and put it in his mouth, chewing it carefully. He reached out to stop Qiu Lingzhi, "Alright, when you come of age, I'll buy you an apartment and you can just move in. Anyway, we all dislike each other, so just stop getting in the way. Lingling, just sit still. Why are you getting so excited?"
Mo Jinyu raised her eyebrows and pouted, provoking Mo Yousen with a smug look. Qiu Lingzhi straightened her newly permed hair and sat back on the sofa, as if nothing had happened.
Mo Yousen hated everyone in this family, including himself. He hated the unfairness of this world even more. Why could such a person live so well while his mother lost her life without doing anything wrong?
Mo Yousen loosened his clenched fists, exhaled a breath, and walked into the elevator with his head lowered.
The room was pitch black. Mo Yousen raised his hand and pressed the switch. The moment the light came on, he saw that his room was still the same as before. Even the quilt was in a mess, the windowsill, tables and chairs were covered with a thin layer of dust, and the whole room exuded a faint musty smell.
Mo Yousen didn't care. He shook the quilt and curled up in the bed. He buried himself in the quilt, his body shaking uncontrollably, tears flowing from his tightly closed eyes and dripping onto the sheets.
It's so painful, so painful. How can the feeling of living be so painful...
He didn't know what he had done wrong to deserve God's punishment, taking everyone he cared about away from him one by one. Suddenly, he plummeted from heaven to hell. He had once been a pampered prince, his word a decree, his will granted. Perhaps his first half of life had been too easy, and God had taken away his golden finger.
Mo Yousen crawled out of the quilt, his head pounding. He slowly turned over and lay flat on his back, tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, his gaze hardened, and he smiled a terrifying smile before closing his eyes and falling asleep...
Mo Yousen has been sitting on the sofa since he got up at six in the morning. He doesn't look at his phone or watch TV. He just sits quietly on the sofa and stares at a bowl of fruit.
At 11 o'clock in the morning, when Mo Jinyu came down from upstairs, she saw Mo Yousen with his head lowered. She was very amused and said, "Oh, what a rare visitor."
Mo Yousen still stared at the plate of fruit without even raising his eyelids, and said lightly, "Yeah, do you want to go out?"
Mo Jinyu felt the hairs on his body stand up. Why was this guy suddenly so concerned about him? Was he trying to establish a good relationship with me so that he could get along better in the Mo family? Huh, couldn't he have done this earlier? Why is he flattering me now? It's too late!
Mo Jinyu turned on the front camera of her phone, raised her hand and flicked a few strands of yellow hair on her head with her fingers, and said disdainfully: "I'm going out to play billiards. Do you think you can play billiards? I'm not going to take you out with me, an idiot."
Mo Yousen raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Billiards is good, billiards is really good."
Mo Jinyu wondered if this idiot had lost his mind due to the stimulation, as his words were all so strange. Mo Jinyu put her phone in her trouser pocket, glanced at the back of Mo Yousen's head, said "Pooh" to him, and walked away.
The housekeeper came forward and asked Mo Jinyu if she needed a driver for going out. Mo Jinyu waved her hand and said that she could walk there in a few steps and would not bother them.
Only Mo Jinyu himself knew that he would suffocate if he couldn't smoke in the car. After Mo Guozheng replaced a group of servants in the whole family, he couldn't smoke a cigarette at home. If he smoked, someone would complain. Now that he had a chance to smoke without anyone bothering him, he had to smoke to his heart's content.
As soon as Mo Jinyu left home and walked out of the yard, Mo Yousen stood up from the sofa, straightened his back, walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the underground garage. The moment the elevator door closed, a sinister smile flashed across his face.
Mo Yousen picked up a car key from the wall hanging in the underground garage and sat in the driver's seat resolutely.
A Mercedes-Benz roared out of the underground garage, kicking up a cloud of dust. Mo Yousen's eyes were cold, his heart was beating rapidly, and his blood was boiling. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his fingertips turning slightly white. A voice in Mo Yousen's head kept shouting, "Kill him, kill him..."
Mo Yousen has made all preparations, to kill him or die with him... Mo Guozheng is a very traditional conservative. In his eyes, Mo Jinyu is the legitimate son. Killing Mo Jinyu is like digging a piece of flesh in Mo Guozheng's heart. They all deserve to die. Anyone who hurts Tang Miao, they all, all, deserve to die.
Mo Yousen was close to madness, his thoughts were confused and upside down, but he had only one goal in mind, which was to kill him.
"Bang!" A loud bang exploded beside his ears. When Mo Yousen came to his senses, the airbag had already popped out from his chest. He struggled to open his eyelids, his head dizzy and painful.
Mo Yousen lay on the airbag and fumbled to unbuckle his seat belt. He patted around the door and found the door handle to open it. He used all his strength to prevent himself from falling out of the car, holding on to the door tightly and got out of the car from the seat.
The entire front of the car was dented. When Mo Yousen crashed into him, Mo Jinyu was leaning against a tree smoking a cigarette. He had no idea that the car would rush towards him like crazy. By the time he reacted, he had been knocked to the ground. The car also crashed into the tree due to excessive speed.
The hood of the car was lifted up by a tree trunk, and smoke was still coming out of the front of the car. Mo Jinyu was knocked out by the huge impact of the vehicle and fell to the ground. She couldn't make a sound and silently shouted for help.
Passersby hurriedly called the police and Mo Yousen was taken to the police station.
The police station at the branch checked Mo Yousen's file and immediately reported it to the director. Seeing that this person was a big shot, the director didn't dare to act rashly. He trembled and called Mo Guozheng, who was meeting a client at the time.
The secretary walked into the office and whispered something serious into Mo Guozheng's ear, conveying the director's intentions. Mo Guozheng frowned, then feigned sadness and said to the client, "Brother, let's leave it at that for today. We'll discuss the details next time. My wife just left, and my son is always in a trance. He just bumped his head coming downstairs. Look at me..."
"It's all right, bro. Family matters are more important. As for money, there's no rush to make it anytime."
"Oh, thank you so much. I'm so sorry."
As soon as Mo Guozheng's car arrived at the police station, before he even got out of the car, a young policeman warmly helped Mo Guozheng open the car door and invited him into the police station.
The director of the police station respectfully brewed tea for Mo Guozheng, poured the boiling hot tea over the cup twice, poured the red tea soup into it, and handed it to Mo Guozheng with both hands.
"Mr. Mo, please try it. I wonder if this Pu'er tea suits your taste."
Mo Guozheng nodded, picked up the cup and took a sip, then asked tentatively, "The tea is good, you are thoughtful. Is my son hurt? Who was the person who was hit?"
The director immediately flattered him, "Don't worry, we treated him well when he first arrived at the station and even had a doctor check him out. Aside from a slight concussion, he's fine. Don't worry, it was only a minor injury. The child who was hit is from a single-parent family. She recently changed her name to Mo Jinyu at the police station. There are only her and her mother on the household registration, and everyone in the family has the surname Mo. And yet they insisted on changing the child's name to that...?"
Mo Guozheng couldn't sit still when he heard Mo Jinyu's name. He put down the teacup in his hand heavily, and the red tea spilled onto the table.
The director was halfway through his words when he didn't realize that he had offended the big shot in front of him. He quickly lowered his head and thought about whether he had done anything inappropriate since the moment Mo Guozheng walked into the office.
Mo Guozheng's eyes flashed coldly. He stood up from his chair, straightened his suit, and restrained his emotions. He said in a deep voice, "Take me to see my son. Cut off all surveillance."
The director nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll do it. You go ahead."
Mo Guo was staring at Mo Yousen, who was sitting calmly in his office chair. Anger began to burn in his chest, and the veins on his temples kept twitching, like a trapped venomous snake unable to escape.
Mo Guozheng was breathing heavily, "You? You hit my son with your car, didn't you?"
Mo Yousen snorted and looked at Mo Guozheng with a fearless look, "Are you going to kill me?"
"Of course I won't kill you. You're still useful to me. But I will make you pay for your actions."
Mo Yousen looked indifferent, "Oh, that's it?"
Mo Guozheng's cell phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller and answered the phone. The female voice in Mo Guozheng's phone was clearly Qiu Lingzhi's. Mo Yousen leaned back in the chair, his left leg resting on his right knee and swinging.
"Is your son dead?"
Mo Guozheng's eyes flashed with coldness as he stared fiercely at the instigator. Mo Yousen had already aroused the volcano in his heart, which was ready to erupt magma at any time. Mo Guozheng stepped forward and grabbed Mo Yousen's neck, and the air he exhaled from his nose sprayed on Mo Yousen's face.
Mo Yousen showed no sign of weakness. He raised his arm and tightened his grip on Mo Guozheng's neck, still uttering intermittent provocations, "Why, is this all you can do? Come on, come on, kill me."
Mo Guozheng loosened his hand and pried open Mo Yousen's fingers one by one, then pushed him away fiercely. Mo Yousen fell to the ground exhausted.
"Unfortunately, my son didn't die. But you crippled his legs and made him disabled for life. I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."
Mo Yousen gnashed his teeth and roared, "Come on! Kill me if you dare! Mo! Guo! Zheng!"
Mo Guozheng seemed oblivious to the roaring behind him, leaving Mo Yousen with only his back as he walked out of the office. He looked at the cunning director at the door and ordered, "Let him go to prison for two years to reflect on his actions. He's too old to be managed. Keep an eye on the prison's progress and don't give him any preferential treatment. Call me the day before he's released and I'll arrange for someone to pick him up. Also, do this cleanly so no one can find out."
"Okay, don't worry. I'll definitely do it!"
Mo Guozheng patted the director's shoulder and said, "If you need any connections, just contact my secretary directly. Your office is a bit old. I'll arrange for someone to come tomorrow. I guarantee you'll be impressed..."
After Mo Guozheng finished speaking, he hurried to the hospital. The director, with shining eyes, looked at Mo Guozheng as if he was staring at gold as he walked away.
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