Chapter 298: Chen Mo Zhi Gives Up Thinking

The small car silently stopped in front of the grand, antique-style gate of the Chen Family's main residence.

Night had deepened, yet the interior of the mansion was brightly lit; the Chen Family courtyard retained a strong retro charm of the old era—pavilions, towers, winding paths leading to seclusion—but at this moment, that elegance was tinged with a pressure like an impending mountain rain.

The guard at the gate was still the same watchful guard from the morning, but now his expression was completely different.

Seeing the Supervision Bureau's vehicle stop, especially when he clearly saw Shen Zexi, Qi Hengyu, and the distinctive Ying Guang Lu-headed Ying Duo step out, the guard's pupils visibly contracted.

Immediately, a complex expression of reverence intertwined with tension quickly formed on his face.

He almost at once turned, whispered something hurriedly to the guard beside him, and that man rushed into the residence.

Then he jogged forward, bowing his waist extremely low, his tone utterly respectful.

"Mr. Min, and a few of the family head's classmates, are you all back to see the family head?"

This overly humble attitude made Qi Hengyu raise an eyebrow, muttering to Shen Zexi in a low voice.

"Do we have 'dangerous elements' written on our faces? Why do I feel this guard is a bit afraid of us?"

Shen Zexi also slightly frowned, equally puzzled inside.

Min Tianyou clearly also sensed the oddity; although the Chen Family's guards have always been courteous to Church personnel, such a nearly servile posture had never occurred.

The most crucial point was that the guard this morning called him the acting family head, yet now in the evening he called him the family head.

Did Chen Xiaoshuang wake up, or did some other incident occur?

Min Tianyou asked calmly, "How is the Chen Family now? How did last night's attack go, and what about the investigation into the poison affecting the family head?"

The guiding guard paled a few shades at the words, glanced covertly at the few of them, and, unlike this morning, did not refuse, though he spoke hesitantly.

"Miss Xiaoshuang's condition has not worsened; last night's attack has been clarified—it was a few bribed elders within the family, collaborating with external forces."

"All the malicious elders and stewards have been uncovered; the evidence is solid, and the Supervision Bureau came in the afternoon to take them away for detention."

"Currently the eldest grandson has taken over the family head's position, and now everything in the mansion has returned to the proper track."

"They've already been uncovered? Taken away by the Supervision Bureau?"

Min Tianyou could not hide his surprise for a moment; although based on his earlier investigation, he could also infer that the key issue of this attack lay in a problem within the Chen Family.

But those people are all old foxes; even if he were tasked to investigate, uncovering their sly tricks would still take considerable time.

From the time Chen Mo Zhi learned the news and rushed back, to their round trip from the Slum back to the Church, it barely adds up to a full day.

In such a short span, not only did they stabilize the family that could have descended into chaos due to the family head's poisoning, but also uncovered the traitor, gathered the evidence chain, and handed it over to the Supervision Bureau?

This efficiency… is frighteningly high.

Especially the impression Chen Mo Zhi gave him… a gifted yet solitary and gloomy young man, with no experience in family affairs and even some communication difficulties.

This is simply hard to imagine, or perhaps Chen Mo Zhi truly concealed himself that deeply?

"This........."

The guard captain showed a troubled expression, his eyes flicked quickly toward the inner residence and then snapped back, fine beads of sweat seeping from his temples.

"We are merely acting on orders."

"Let's go, let's go inside and take a look." Shen Zexi steadied himself and spoke again.

Either way, seeing is believing.

The guard happened to see the reporting guard return, nodded to himself, and immediately stepped aside.

"Please, follow me."

The party passed through numerous courtyards; the servants and guards they encountered hurried along, but clearly no longer in the morning's panic, suggesting a central authority had been established.

Finally, they were led to the main hall; its doors were wide open, and the interior was brightly lit.

Inside, it wasn't the bustling chatter of a meeting, but a strange silence, only the faint rustle of turning pages and an occasional soft female voice.

The guard stopped at the door and bowed deeply.

"The family head is inside, please follow."

Min Tianyou entered first, followed closely by Shen Zexi, Qi Hengyu, and Ying Duo.

The hall was brightly lit; at the central seat sat Chen Mo Zhi, dressed in a dark black patterned family head's regular attire, his figure upright, yet his posture oddly stiff.

Chen Mo Zhi's face, made unapproachable by years of a gloomy temperament, bore a heavy bluish‑black hue; his eyes drooped onto the empty tabletop before him, and he seemed like an exquisite statue exuding a low‑pressure aura.

Standing a step behind him on his side, Meng Kexin had her beautiful, smooth long hair tied into a bun, secured with a wooden hairpin, revealing her fair, slender neck.

In her arms she no longer held a little bear as before; instead she carried a thick stack of documents, while the bear was placed on a bench beside Chen Mo Zhi, sitting very upright.

Meng Kexin leaned slightly, one hand resting on the edge of the table beside Chen Mo Zhi, the other flipping through the mountain‑like pile of documents, occasionally whispering one or two sentences to Chen Mo Zhi.

"……This one is a new contract sent by the exotic plant cultivation factory that previously cooperated with the Chen Family; the third and seventh additional clauses have been tampered with. They probably intend to use the reason of Source Crystal quality fluctuations to lower the purchase price, so it can be outright rejected."

During her pauses, Chen Mo Zhi would occasionally nod, or emit a vague "mm" from his throat.

"This one is a joint R&D proposal with the Li Family… just toss it out."

The documents on the table were neatly divided into two piles; one pile was tossed into a basket beside them that was already half a foot high, the other pile consisted of only a few thin sheets.

Then Meng Kexin picked up another document on her left, skimmed it quickly, said nothing more, and tossed it into the bamboo basket again.

Thus repeated, the thick stack of documents piled beside Chen Mo Zhi diminished at a visible rate, while the bamboo basket gradually filled up.

All the documents Meng Kexin discarded, without exception, either contained obviously trap‑laden clauses, mismatched data, or were simply opportunistic "cooperation intents".

Then Meng Kexin finally pushed that pitifully small pile of documents to Chen Mo Zhi's side, bowing slightly.

"Young master, these contracts are fine, they can be signed."

When the documents were placed before Chen Mo Zhi, he reached out with a slightly stiff motion, his gaze fixed on the paper, brows knit, lips pressed tighter.

He stared for a full half‑minute, while Meng Kexin stood quietly beside him, showing no impatience or urging.

Finally, Chen Mo Zhi completely gave up; he took the seal that had long been prepared on the desk and, with a "snap", stamped it on the signature line.