My ex-boyfriend is looking forward to my bankruptcy

The wind started to blow in the afternoon. Through the gaps in the window, I could hear the howling of the wind like ghosts. Waves of cool air also came through the gaps in the window and rushed straight into the restaurant.

Xi Mozhou walked over, closed the last bit of the gap, and sat back at the dining table.

"You've only dealt with him a few times? Can you tell if it's the real him?"

"Hurry up and eat. It will rain soon and the road will be difficult to walk on."

"Love is not enough. I'm not going back tonight."

Father Xi had been listening to the conversation between the two. When he saw that they had changed the subject, he spoke up to bring it back to the original topic.

"Is this him you're talking about Brother He's grandson?"

"Want to know?" Qu Tao said with a wicked smile. Seeing Xi's father nod, he said mischievously, "I won't tell you."

"You kid..." Father Xi pretended to be angry, "I think you should go back home tonight. Staying here will only make me angry."

"No, I'm staying here tonight."

Father Xi couldn't get any useful information from Qu Tao, so he turned to Xi Mozhou with a kind face.

"Mo Zhou, were you just talking about your uncle He's eldest grandson?"

"Dad, my back hurts, and the soles of your shoes are still as good as they used to be."

"......" Father Xi looked back and forth at the two of them, gritted his teeth and sighed, "Okay, you two don't plan to tell me, right? I'll check it myself."

There was still a howling wind on the weekend morning, but the sun was shining and the sky was clear.

Qu Tao put on his coat and looked at Xi Mozhou who was helping him straighten his collar. "I have nothing to do today. Do you want to go see your aunt together?"

"Okay, next Saturday, let's go to City A."

Plans did not change quickly. Qu Tao and Xi Mozhou were having breakfast when the housekeeper, who was directing the servants to sweep the fallen leaves in the yard, hurried in.

"Master, Mr. Mu is here."

"Oh..." Upon hearing this, Mr. Xi, who was sitting at the dining table, immediately took out a tissue and walked towards the living room while wiping his mouth, "Hurry and invite the person in."

After Xi's father left the restaurant, Qu Tao looked at Du Mozhou across from him in confusion: "Who is Mr. Mu?"

"Mu Jingyan's father."

"Ah..." Qu Tao paused for a few seconds, then looked at him as if he had suddenly realized something. "Is your company still trying to snatch orders from Yinfeng? Is he here to complain to the old man about you?"

"I don't know."

"Is the relationship between Mr. Mu and my uncle good?"

"It's okay now."

In the early days, the tobacco market was not as prosperous as it is now. Mr. Mu and Mr. Xi were both competitors and partners.

Both of them were involved in the tobacco business circle, and after more than 20 years, they had established a certain friendship.

Especially in the past few years when they handed over the company entirely to their juniors, the two of them often made appointments to go fishing and play chess together.

Qu Tao pondered for a moment and discussed with Xi Mozhou.

"It's all over. You should just stop and don't make things too difficult for the old man."

"Let's talk about it later. Let's go out and take a look."

Mr. Mu did come for this matter, but he did not come to complain, but to plead for mercy.

If he hadn't seen the injury on Mu Jingyan's face last night, he wouldn't have thought of coming so early.

He sent people to investigate the past between Xi Mozhou and Mu Jingyan and sorted out the whole story.

The reason why he turned a blind eye to Di Feng's suppression these days was simply because he wanted to teach his son a lesson.

He was over 30 years old and had not found a partner or gotten married. When he finally fell in love, he turned out to be obsessed with someone else's wife.

The most important thing is that this other person is none other than the Difeng Xi family.

Since he couldn't get what he wanted, he should just give up. But he didn't expect that his disappointing son would slander and spread rumors to reporters, ruining his reputation.

Seeing that the Silver Phoenix he had worked so hard to create was suppressed by Di Feng, although he was heartbroken, he also wanted to let Xi Mozhou vent his anger before talking to Mr. Xi.

"Why didn't you call in advance? It's too windy today, not suitable for fishing. Have you eaten yet? A whole plate?"

When he saw his old friend coming, Xi's father had an unconcealed smile on his face. Compared with him, Mu's father seemed much more unnatural.

"Am I early? Have you not finished your meal yet?"

"We're done eating. Old people can't eat much. Just a few bites will make you full." Father Xi ordered someone to get his best tea and motioned Father Mu to go to the glass room. "It's warm over there. Let's go have some tea there."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Father Mu followed behind Father Xi and stopped when he saw Qu Tao and Xi Mozhou coming out of the restaurant.

"You are so lucky, brother. Both of your sons are at home with you."

"Isn't that right?" Father Xi smiled at the compliment. "There was an old fortune teller who said I would be blessed when I got old. I didn't expect him to be right."

"Yes, you look like a blessed person." Father Mu thought of his bastard son who had been causing trouble recently and sighed inwardly, "Have you set a date for the wedding for these two children?"

"Not yet. Let them make their own decision. I won't get involved."

After Xi's father finished speaking, he thought of something and waved to Qu Tao: "Tao Tao, come here and meet your Uncle Mu."

A son is a son and a father is a father. Although Qu Tao doesn't like Mu Jingyan, he still shows the proper courtesy to his father.

"Hello, Uncle Mu."

"Mr. Qu from Yuanhang, right?"

"Ah."

"He's good-looking and capable," Mu's father said, sizing up Qu Tao and jokingly pointing to Xi Mozhou beside him. "You've brought such a good person home. I bet your dad will be so happy even when he's asleep that he'll wake up."

"Indeed." Xi Mozhou agreed, not modest at all.

Father Xi glanced at Xi Mozhou and again called people to the glass room. After the two old men sat down, Qu Tao and Xi Mozhou followed them in.

When Father Mu saw Father Xi sitting down, he immediately fiddled with the chessboard and reached out to stop him, "Play later. Actually, I came here today because I have something serious to discuss."

Father Mu's expression suddenly became serious. Father Xi nodded and withdrew his hand.

"Okay, whatever you want to talk about, wait until you're done, then leave."

"Actually, it's about the children," Mu's father said, looking at Xi Mozhou. "Mozhou, I know you and Jing Yan have had some conflicts these days. He's been acting irrationally, so you suppressed Yin Feng. I pretended not to see it and taught him a lesson."

Xi Mozhou remained silent, waiting for him to continue. Father Mu seemed to consider for a few seconds before speaking again.

"But...you shouldn't have done that!"

After all, he is my own child. It is hard not to feel sad when I see him with bruises on his face.

Mu's father didn't get anything out of Mu Jingyan, and considering his recent discord with Xi Mozhou, he came here early in the morning.

Without waiting for Xi Mozhou to say anything, Qu Tao looked at Xi Mozhou, then at Mu's father, his face full of confusion.

"Action? What do you mean? We didn't do anything?"

"You didn't do anything? What about the wound on Jing Yan's face? And the blood on his clothes..." Mu's father stopped talking mid-sentence, "I'm wrong, I may have misunderstood."

What does it mean to seek help from anyone when one is desperate? Mu's father came to his house without doing any research on him, and he immediately regretted it.

"Brother, I'm sorry for today. I have something urgent to deal with. I'll bring Jing Yan over another day and apologize."

Mu's father stood up hurriedly, and Xi Mozhou followed suit, blocking his way.

"Uncle, where is Mu Jingyan now?"

"I..." When he got up in the morning, Mu Jingyan had gone out, and he didn't know either. "Wait, I'll call Secretary Lin and ask."

"Hospital? Which hospital?" Father Mu asked the person on the other end of the line, raising his voice. "Why is he in the hospital?"

When Secretary Lin heard that Father Mu had misunderstood his meaning, he hurried to explain.

"Mr. Mu is fine. It was the young man who was with Mr. Mu. Mr. Mu came to the hospital to see him."