The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

In everyone's imagination, Mrs. Mo, who was kicked out by Old Mo, must have been in a state of despair in the future, falling from grace to poverty, so miserable that it was unbearable to look at.

People on the streets firmly believed that she would struggle in the quagmire of life and be ruthlessly buffeted by the torrent of reality. Her former elegance and glory seemed like a broken old dream, and it would be difficult to find any trace of her anymore.

Little do they know that reality is like a loud slap in the face of these dreamers, but their lives are still comfortable and there is no sign of desolation at all.

Rumors spread unbridled in the streets and alleys like enchanted weeds growing wildly in spring.

Everyone was whispering to each other, saying that Mrs. Mo had hooked up with a richer man, and their words were full of envy, jealousy and speculation. This news seemed to have wings and naturally floated into the ears of Old Mo and Gu Yunqian.

When Lao Mo heard these rumors, he was sitting alone in the office on a leather chair that was so large that it seemed like it could swallow a person.

The afternoon sun shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, gently falling on him like a golden veil, outlining his cold and somewhat majestic outline.

He was nonchalantly playing with a pen in his hand. The pen was spinning flexibly under his fingertips, reflecting bits of cold light, just like his calm mood at the moment.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a barely perceptible gleam flashed in his eyes, but his expression did not change much, as if these rumors were just an insignificant breeze that gently blew across the lake, causing a few insignificant ripples before disappearing without a trace.

From then on, no matter how rampant the rumors from the outside world were, like a surging tide that would submerge everything, Lao Mo was like a hermit who was isolated from the world, staying out of it and no longer thinking about it.

Only occasionally when he met Gu Yunqian, amid the bustling crowd, he would look at Gu Yunqian for a long time with a meaningful look, seemingly casually, but in fact with deep meaning.

Those eyes were like a deep pool, hiding many secrets that were yet to be told. They were also like an invisible thread, quietly connected to some unknown past, making people want to find out more.

Until one day, due to their close business relationship, the two met again and sat together drinking.

In the pub, the lights are still dim, as if covered by the dust of time, exuding an old and ambiguous atmosphere.

The soothing music is like a lazy river, flowing slowly in this small space, with a bit of intoxicating laziness.

They tacitly chose a quiet corner, as if to completely isolate themselves from the noise of the outside world.

The table was filled with exquisite wine glasses. The wine in the glasses sparkled with an attractive luster under the light. There were also several plates of delicious side dishes arranged in an orderly manner.

After three rounds of drinks, Lao Mo's cheeks turned slightly red, as if dyed by the sunset. The blush slowly spread from his cheekbones to his ears.

His eyes were also a little blurry, as if covered by a veil, and his thoughts seemed to have drifted away.

In this seemingly relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, he brought up this matter for the first time.

"Mr. Gu." Lao Mo put down the wine glass in his hand. The movement was a little slow. The wine glass touched the table lightly, making a soft "ding" sound, as if breaking some delicate balance.

He bent his fingers slightly and tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound, once, twice. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet corner, as if knocking on a door leading to past memories, breaking the moment's silence.

Gu Yunqian was holding the wine glass, ready to take a sip. The glass was already close to his lips. When he heard these words, his movements paused instantly, as if he was cast under a spell, and his eyes wandered slightly.

He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the swaying amber wine in the glass, as if the code to solve the mystery was hidden in it. He seemed to be lost in thought and said nothing.

The light slanted down from above his head, casting a faint shadow on his face, as if he was wearing a mysterious mask, making his expression even more profound and unfathomable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

Seeing him like this, Lao Mo swallowed back the words on his lips. From the initial surprise, his eyes suddenly widened and a hint of astonishment flashed across his eyes, as if he had seen something unexpected.

But the astonishment was only fleeting, and soon after, he smiled with relief. The smile slowly blossomed from the corner of his mouth, like a flower breaking through the ice in spring, in just the blink of an eye.

There is helplessness in that smile, as if a sigh for the fickleness of fate; there is emotion, as if enlightenment after going through many hardships; and more of it is a kind of open-mindedness after experiencing vicissitudes of life, as if all the troubles in the world have been seen through and looked down upon.

He sighed softly, that sigh seemed to carry the weight of time, and slowly said: "I knew that you are so smart, how could you not guess why I let my ex-wife go."

His voice was deep and mellow, like fine aged wine, flowing slowly in this small space, with a bit of intoxicating charm, as if telling an ancient and secret story.

When Gu Yunqian heard this, he slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed to penetrate through layers of fog and meet Lao Mo's.

At that moment, there seemed to be a tacit electric current flowing quietly in the eyes of the two, as if they were in tune with each other.

"I let her go, first for the sake of the children. Look, children are so innocent. Their pure eyes have not yet been tainted by the filth of this world. How can we let them be implicated in the grievances of adults? We must give them a complete environment to grow up in, so that they can bloom in love and peace, and not have their hearts distorted by hatred and disputes."

When talking about children, there was a barely perceptible tenderness and care in Lao Mo's eyes, like a meteor that flashed across the night sky for a moment, short but dazzling. That was the softest corner in his heart. Even though he was in the center of this vortex of conflicting interests, he still reserved a piece of pure land for his children.

"Secondly, it is to leave a way out for us so that we can meet again in the future."

Lao Mo paused slightly, withdrew his gaze from the void, and turned his head to look at Gu Yunqian. His eyes revealed a bit of open-mindedness and clarity after experiencing vicissitudes of life, as if he was a wise man who saw through the world.

"Business is like a battlefield, with unpredictable changes. Today's opponent may be tomorrow's ally. Who can predict that there will be a time when we need each other's help in the future? In this world of fame and fortune, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. If you make a mistake, you will lose everything, so you have to leave a way out for yourself and others."

Gu Yunqian listened quietly, and the faint smile that originally hung on the corner of his mouth was like the surface of a lake gently brushed by a spring breeze, rippling layer by layer and spreading more and more.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a barely perceptible cunning flashed in his eyes, as if he knew all the secrets of this world.

He secretly wondered the truth of the matter in his heart: Lao Mo's ex-wife, Mrs. Mo, who was as shrewd and ambitious as a cheetah, had already revealed her cards at the critical moment of the divorce, and made it clear that this huge family business could only be taken over by her own flesh and blood.

After all, in this game of marriage, that was the last solid guarantee she sought for herself and her children, and it was the "trophy" she had gained through years of forbearance and planning.