My wife is amazing.

Hearing the sound of the table being slammed, Mo Yuan slowly raised his eyes and looked coldly at his father, a man who looked seven or eight parts like him.

It had been more than half a year since I last saw him, and it seemed that Mo Yanheng had a few more strands of silver hair at his temples. Everyone gets old eventually, even the high and mighty Chairman Mo.

Upon seeing those few strands of white hair, Mo Yuan's expression changed slightly, but then he thought of something and his face immediately turned cold again. He said, "If you called me here just to scold me, then hurry up and scold me. I still have a lot of things to do after you're done."

"You bastard! Who are you talking to?!"

Mo Yuan remained calm, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said, "Chairman Mo, is this the only thing you ever say when you're cursing?"

"you--"

Seeing that Mo Yanheng was about to explode in anger, Fifteen quickly mustered his courage and said, "Chairman, please don't be angry. Young Master just had a long flight and didn't sleep well, which is why he's in a particularly bad mood. I hope you can understand..."

Mo Yanheng slowly turned his gaze to Fifteen. Fifteen's smile froze for a moment, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

The next moment, Mo Yanheng nodded and said, "Yes, him, I can understand. But what about you? You let your young master get into such a big mess, and now you still have the face to stand here? I told you to stay by his side and take care of him, and this is how you take care of him? You almost let him burn to death in that damned hotel?"

The more Mo Yanheng spoke, the calmer his voice became; the calmer he became, the more uneasy Shiwu became.

Fifteen, drenched in cold sweat and bowing, said, "I'm sorry, Chairman, I failed in my duty. I'm willing to have my entire year's salary deducted..."

"Deduct wages?" Mo Yanheng sneered. "Yuan Shiwu, who are you trying to fool? Don't think I don't know which stock to buy and which company to invest in, so you could make a fortune..."

"Enough!" Mo Yuan suddenly stood up. "What exactly do you want from me? If this is all you want to say, then I'm leaving!"

After Mo Yuan finished speaking, he actually grabbed Shiwu by the collar and walked out.

"Stop! Cough cough cough..." Mo Yanheng shouted, probably choking on his throat, and started coughing violently while holding onto the table.

Mo Yuan's steps came to an abrupt halt.

After a while, Mo Yanheng finally caught his breath, and Shiwu mustered up her courage and poured him a glass of water from the water dispenser.

Mo Yanheng gave Fifteen a deep look. Fifteen felt a pair of invisible hands pressing down on his back and wrapping around his neck, making it hard for him to breathe.

After what seemed like an eternity, perhaps only a short while, Mo Yanheng finally reached out and took the water, slowly taking a sip. Shiwu also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come here," Mo Yanheng said.

Fifteen subconsciously looked up and found that Mo Yanheng was talking to Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan was very unwilling, but he still walked towards Mo Yanheng.

Mo Yanheng had just vented his anger, but after drinking some water, his emotions had calmed down considerably.

He frowned as he stared at Mo Yuan, a deep frown forming between his brows. He squinted and looked Mo Yuan up and down carefully several times before finally asking, "Are you injured?"

He asked about the folder from earlier, and also about the fire last night.

Mo Yuan gave a cold sneer: "He won't die."

Mo Yanheng seemed to have gotten used to Mo Yuan's attitude. Ever since his mother's unexpected death and his marriage to his mother's friend, Mo Yuan had always maintained this attitude. However, the business world is like a battlefield. If he hadn't made that decision in time, the Mo family wouldn't have been able to stand strong for so many years.

Mo Yuan had a deep affection for his mother, so how could he not care about his wife?

It's just that many things are too complicated.

Mo Yanheng sighed and said, "Your Aunt Jiang wants me to write Yichuan into our family genealogy for his birthday this year. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. If it were before, he would have definitely said "whatever," but now...

"I disagree."

Jiang Yichuan, who had just arrived at the office door, stopped in his tracks and stared stiffly at Mo Yuan, who had a cold expression inside.

He really knew everything.

Meanwhile, after enjoying a delicious bowl of noodles at the Maple Forest Villa, He Suye was inexplicably and safely transported back to the old house. As she got out of the car, she wondered if she had been overly cautious. Jiang Yichuan clearly wanted to win her over, so there was no reason for him to poison the food.

But she quickly realized it was better to be cautious; when dealing with Jiang Yichuan, that cunning and shrewd fox, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

Just before she entered her home, she received a call from Xia Jianghua.

He Suye suddenly remembered that she had promised to relieve Xia Jianghua of her shift this morning. Fortunately, it was Saturday, otherwise she would have made Xia Jianghua go to work late.

As soon as the call connected, Xia Jianghua's deliberately lowered voice came through: "Team leader, are you... coming today?"

He Suye noticed something was off about Xia Jianghua's voice, and her expression turned serious. She quickly asked, "I was held up by something and will be late. What happened to you? Is it Song Qiyang's wound...?"

Xia Jianghua replied, "No, no, his wound is fine, it's just that he might have a problem with his brain."

"Brain? His brain isn't injured."

Xia Jianghua took a deep breath, as if she had made a great decision, before saying, "Team leader, when would be a convenient time for you to come over? This kid has been waiting for you since he woke up this morning. He even had his aunt buy him breakfast, saying he wanted to eat together when you came over. Lunchtime has passed, and he's still sitting there and won't move. I said I wanted to call you to ask, but he wouldn't let me. So, I had to secretly call you from afar."

Just as He Suye was about to speak, Song Qiyang's voice came from the other end: "Xia Jianghua, what are you doing?"

"No, no! I told my mom, Mom, I'm at the hospital with a friend. I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."

The call ended abruptly, and He Suye stared at the phone screen that had returned to the home page, her emotions a mix of feelings.

Song Qiyang seemed to like her a little more than she had imagined.

This can't go on; she needs to make things clear as soon as possible.

As she was lost in thought, the maid came up to her, surprised, and said, "Miss Ye, you're back? The chairman said you were going to stay away for several days."

"I don't stay outside; I'm not as used to staying at home as I am outside." He Suye bent down to take off her shoes, intending to change her clothes before going to the hospital.

She had just taken off her shoes when she heard a maid approach her and whisper, "Madam is back."

He Suye was somewhat surprised to hear this.

After the incident involving Fang Meijuan, Duan Lingling stayed in a private hospital to recuperate, citing poor health. She didn't even attend the funerals of Yin Jiangang and Yin Rina.

Now that things have come to a close and Yin Yujia's trial is about to begin, Duan Lingling has returned at this time, and He Suye has a bad feeling.

However, this bad feeling did not come from Yin Yujia, but from the young grandmother herself.

"I understand." He Suye glanced at the maid and gave her an approving look.

Since the Yin family has suffered a series of deaths and misfortunes, coupled with Luo Shen's disturbance that night, the servants have been gossiping about the bad feng shui of the place. Some even said that the house was being targeted by evil spirits.

For this reason, many of the servants left the old house.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she secretly bribed a new batch of servants with the one million "appearance fee" given to her by Mo Yuan.

Now, more than half of the people in the old house are her people, but their loyalty still needs to be considered.

But the one in front of me looks quite clever.

He Suye had just changed into her slippers when she heard Duan Lingling's voice: "Yezi, you're back? I heard from your grandfather that you had a little accident and were recuperating at Jiang Shao's house. He was planning to visit you, so why are you back now?"

Duan Lingling was wearing a beautiful cheongsam, and her makeup was perfect; she looked ready to go out.

Maybe he'd go check if she was dead.

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