The cannon fodder heiress embarks on the path of cultivation.

037 The Mo Family's Heirloom

However, just as Mo Wenchen was about to take his wife out for a stroll, he suddenly heard a call:

"stop!"

It turned out that it was their own grandfather who had stopped them.

This sudden turn of events left Mo Wenchen feeling frustrated. He turned to look at the old man who had called out to them, his eyes filled with suspicion.

Mo Wenchen's face clearly showed his dissatisfaction, while Old Master Mo, standing to the side, secretly rolled his eyes in his heart.

He could hardly believe that his grandson, whom he had always been proud of and valued most, would behave in such an indescribable way.

If someone had told him beforehand that his grandson would become as worthless as he is today, he would have thought that person was out of their mind.

But now that things have come to this...

Hehe, it seems that love is like an inescapable curse, tightly binding the Mo family and making it impossible for them to escape its shackles.

You should know that the Mo family has produced many romantics for generations!

Even their ancestors were all deeply devoted to love.

In particular, the first ancestor who created the legend of the Mohist school was the leading figure among these passionate lovers!

Looking back, this ancestor, for the sake of his beloved mistress, did not hesitate to give up all his cultivation, just to save his wife's life.

Unfortunately, fate was unkind, and in the end, the mistress's life could not be saved, causing her to vanish from the world like fireworks.

And that ancestor, whose love was as deep as the sea, naturally chose to accompany his wife to her death without hesitation, just as the saying goes, "If we cannot share a bed in life, we shall share a grave in death."

"Hmph, brat, I didn't call you, I called my granddaughter-in-law. Who gave you the right to speak here!"

The old man glared at his grandson, who was causing him pain, and grumbled irritably, his eyes revealing his undisguised disdain for his grandson.

Anyone who saw that face would be unable to help but take a second look.

Chu Jiuyue watched the grandfather and granddaughter bickering back and forth quietly, and a strange sense of envy welled up in her heart.

However, this feeling lasted for less than a second before disappearing completely.

After all, she never dared to hope for things she had never had, because she knew it was all in vain.

"Come in quickly, Yueyue. I wonder if you mind if Grandpa calls you that?" The old man waved to Chu Jiuyue with a smile and asked kindly.

Grandpa Mo did not use his seniority to adopt a tough stance towards Chu Jiuyue. However, it was precisely this consultative attitude that left Chu Jiuyue bewildered, unsure of how to refuse. She could only nod slightly, as if aware that such an attitude was inappropriate, and then coldly said, "Okay."

Looking at his wife's feigned indifference, Mo Wenchen couldn't help but chuckle; it was truly both funny and absurd.

If he hadn't heard his wife's inner thoughts, how would Mo Wenchen have known that she had such a side to her? For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

【Xiao Ba, this is just a polite explanation, I meant absolutely nothing by it, do you understand?】

【…】

The host's blatant attempt to cover up his culprits made Xiao Ba too lazy to even roll his eyes, and he muttered to himself.