Chapter 334: 333 has nothing to do with me
Translator: 549690339
Mo Xiuchen’s gaze deepened as he stared at Wen Ran, whose eyes were filled with heartfelt pain and conflict. His heart felt warm but also a little tense. He held her small hand in his large one and gently kissed it, “Ranran, I also don’t like doing things against my conscience.”
“But, the Chairman is your father in the end.”
Wen Ran lightly pursed her lips. If Mo Xiuchen compromised for his father, she would understand. However, she would feel a loss in her heart.
Mo Xiuchen softened his smile,”He is my father but that doesn’t mean I have to go against my principles for him. Ranran, don’t overthink. Just tell me what you want to eat. It’s been a long time since I had a meal with you. what I most want to do right now is have a meal with you.”
After tonight, he will be busy again, and he’s afraid that he will not have time to properly accompany her for the next few days.
“Let’s go home. I’ll cook for you.”
Wen Ran’s eyes sparkled with a smile and anticipation.
“Okay, but I’ll cook for you, not the other way around.”
Mo Xiuchen’s smile was gentle and charming. After their recent lovemaking, Ranran must be tired. He couldn’t bear to have her cook for him.
Mo’s Mansion
As Mo Zixuan entered the living room, Mo Jingteng was smoking on the sofa.
After doing the DNA test at the hospital that morning, he moved out and never came to this home again. As soon as he entered, he felt alienated and coldness.
All the servants in the house had been replaced. Although their number hadn’t decreased, it didn’t feel like a home anymore, but a lonely prison.
Mo Jingteng lived here alone. Without the company of Xiao Wenqing and her son, the house seemed extremely cold and, Mo Xiuchen, would not possibly move back…
Seeing Mo Zixuan come in, a flicker of emotion passed through his eyes. His hand holding the cigarette slightly tightened, “Come here!”
Mo Zixuan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. Looking at Mo Jingteng’s wan complexion, he thought to himself that it must have something to do with yesterday’s accident on the construction site.
“You called me over, what’s the matter?”
He stood in front of Mo Jingteng, not intending to sit down. Even his tone was so distant that it annoyed Mo Jingteng.
He said, “You called me over,” not “I came back.”
This implies that he no longer considers this his home, and no longer treats Mo Jingteng as his kin. Despite the DNA test confirming they’re father and son.
Mo Jingteng’s face darkened, and he stared intently at Mo Zixuan with an unyielding air of authority, “This is your home. Can’t I have you come home if there’s nothing wrong?”
“Home?”
Mo Zixuan scoffed coldly.
From the moment he suspected that he was not his son and had him do a DNA test, their father-son relationship was severed.
Mo Jingteng couldn’t bear Mo Zixuan’s cynical expression any longer. He was about to lose his temper when Ah Cheng, his aide, gave a timely reminder, “Sir, didn’t you ask the Second Young Master to come back because you had something important to discuss?”
He deliberately emphasized the words ‘important matter’, hinting that he shouldn’t drive Mo Zixuan away with his anger or there would be no one left to help him.
The storm in Mo Jingteng’s eyes was suppressed at his subordinate’s reminder. He stared at Mo Zixuan for a while, and then softened his tone, “Sit down. I have something to say.”
Mo Zixuan sat down, lazily leaning into the sofa. There was no reverence or fear in his demeanor. It was as if he was facing a stranger.
The atmosphere became stifling.
The anger simmering in Mo Jingteng’s heart arose, then subsided.
After a lengthy silence, he finally spoke, “You know about the accident at the Commercial Trade Building, don’t you?”
Mo Zixuan was toying with his fingers, not looking up. When he heard what Mo Jingteng said, he finally raised his head to face him, “I don’t.”
“As the Second Young Master of the Mo family, how could you not care about… ”
Before Mo Jingteng could finish his sentence, Mo Zixuan interrupted him, a sneer on his lips, “Chairman Mo, you’re mistaken. I’m not any Second Young Master of the Mo family. MS Group and the Commercial Trade Building have nothing to do with me.”
Once these words came out of Mo Zixuan’s mouth, the atmosphere in the room tensed.
Mo JingTeng’s face alternated between white and green as he listened to Mo Zixuan’s mocking words and thought about his eldest son, Mo Xiuchen, who didn’t listen to him at all now.
Not just ignoring him, Mo Xiuchen wouldn’t even pick up his calls, and had even turned off his phone.
Just for that woman, Wen Ran, he disregarded his father’s feelings completely, which made Mo Jingteng’s anger escalate.
At this point, it’s clear that Mo Xiuchen can’t be relied upon.
He can’t be relied upon, and Mo Jingteng, who has dominated for a lifetime, might end up spending his final years in prison because of him.
He would never allow this to happen. So the only person he could rely on now was Mo Zixuan, the son who had always been underestimated by him.
He felt that Mo Zixuan did not have Mo Xiuchen’s vigorous and assertive methods. Until now, he suddenly felt that if he had let Mo Zixuan inherit the corporation instead of Mo Xiuchen from the beginning, perhaps things would be different.
“That day, I was angry and made you leave the company in a fit of rage.”
He forced himself to moderate his tone, and even a touch of regret seeped into his voice.
Mo Zixuan was taken aback.
Looking at Mo Jingteng’s aged appearance, and thinking about what he did to his mother that night, a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
He pressed his lips together and didn’t say a word.
Having been in business for several decades, Mo Jingteng saw Mo Zixuan’s tightly pursed lips and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart. He continued to play the family card, “Zixuan, I finally realized something over these past few days. Regardless of why your mother betrayed me and how long she had been betraying me, you are still my biological son. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
Mo Zixuan’s facial expression changed somewhat, and his emotions grew strong.
“That day, I shouldn’t have hit you. I’ve been strict with you since you were young, but that was because I wanted to shape you into a fine individual. I lost my senses because of anger that day, that’s why I hit you.”
Mo Jingteng’s voice was very low.
Combined with his old and haggard appearance, the words that came out of his mouth stirred Mo Zixuan’s emotions.
In his memory, his father had always been very strict with him.
Since childhood, he was made to learn this and that, and was often scolded. However, as his father said, he’d never been hit before.
Back then, his mother also said that his father was doing this for his own good, as he would take over the corporation in the future, so he must have the ability to do so.
He knew they both had high hopes for him, but he was truly not interested in the deceitful and confrontational corporate world. Most importantly, he felt guilty towards his brother, Mo Xiuchen!
He always felt that his and his mother’s appearance turned Mo Xiuchen into an unloved ‘orphan’…