Chapter 542, Then let father decide (first update)

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, still as a dead pool.

Mo Su’s red lips tightly pursed, the clouded face ruining her delicate makeup.

"Mo Chen, you’ve brought this upon yourself."

A bitterly cold aura spilled out uncontrollably, her sudden strike carried an aggressive and fierce punch wind.

Mo Chen’s face tensed, neither dodging nor evading as he stared back at Mo Su with a defiant gaze.

Just as the harsh fist was mere centimeters from hitting his face, someone suddenly pulled him back from behind.

Mo Chen looked up to see the palm-print-marked side of the face that entered his view.

The solid punch didn’t stop, landing heavily on the man’s back.

Alei’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, the veins on his temple bulged, enduring the solid punch with undeniable pain.

He turned around, his eyes and brows lowered, speaking with neither servility nor haughtiness, "Miss, please stop..."

Before he could finish, his neck was suddenly grasped.

Repeatedly hindered, Mo Su lost her patience,

"Who do you think you are?" Mo Su’s hand gripped his neck, her sharp gaze landing on his increasingly pale face.

"Since when do I need you directing things here?"

Mo Chen, driven to urgency, rushed forward to pry Mo Su’s hand away, pushing her slightly.

"Stop it right now."

Mo Su staggered, and Mengzhu quickly reacted, reaching out to support her.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Mo Su’s face was icy, her frosty eyes turned towards Mo Chen, lips curving into a cruel, cold sneer.

"Mengzhu, have someone come over and take Alei back to the old man."

This brat dared to shout at her for the sake of a lowly servant, it was utterly disrespectful.

Today she would make him see clearly who truly calls the shots in the Mo Family’s future.

Mengzhu glanced at Mo Chen, diverting her eyes, and respectfully lowered her head, "Yes."

To send Alei to the old man amounted to sending him to the Ghost Prison, which was almost no different from sending someone to their death.

But that was his own doing for repeatedly defying the Miss’s orders.

Alei remained expressionless; having acted as he did, he naturally anticipated the consequences.

He wasn’t in a hurry, but Mo Chen couldn’t stay calm. He charged in front of Mo Su, his eyes red with intensity as he stared at her, "Do you really have to be so ruthless?"

Mo Su coldly replied, "You forced me into this."

Mo Chen trembled with rage, his hoarse voice squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Your heartlessness and cruelty truly scare me, I’m telling you, if you want to take Alei away, you’ll have to step over my body first; otherwise, you can forget it."

"I’m afraid that’s not up to you to decide," Mo Su glanced at him disdainfully, speaking arrogantly.

"Then let father decide." The red in his eyes faded, and Mo Chen calmed down, his little mind working quickly.

He was young, but not stupid; in this household, no one could defy grandfather’s orders, with the sole exception being his father, who dared to stand up to grandfather. Even his mother wouldn’t dare.

Mo Chen took out his phone and dialed the number he hadn’t touched in a long time.

"Hang up, right away." Mo Su’s face changed as she commanded forcefully.

Mo Chen stepped back, "I won’t."

In the instant he switched on the speaker, a man’s deep voice came through, tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

"Mo Chen?"

The long-absent voice felt both unfamiliar and familiar, causing a moment of daze for both Mo Su and Mo Chen.

"Dad, it’s me." Mo Chen quickly recovered, eagerly responding.

"What is it?" The chilling voice, entirely devoid of warmth, made one’s skin crawl.

"I..."

Mo Chen was just about to speak when Mo Su’s deliberately lowered voice crept into his ear, "I spared Alei, hang up the phone now."

Mo Chen felt a sigh of relief internally and changed his words, "Dad, it’s nothing, I just slipped and dialed the wrong number."

The man on the other end of the phone grunted and hung up abruptly.

Mo Chen put away his phone, feeling a slight sense of loss over the indifference.

"Heh."

A mocking sneer arose, drawing Mo Chen’s attention back.

"Mo Chen, it seems I underestimated you. The moment something happens, you run to your father to tattle. How impressive you’ve become."

Mo Chen remained silent.

He tattled to his father, but wasn’t she also using her grandfather and mother to pressure him? They were both equally flawed; neither had the right to judge the other.

Mo Su turned away, angrily ordering, "Take your people and get out of here."

Mo Chen turned and left, with Alei following behind him.

Nearing the door, Mo Chen paused, "A word of advice, those rumors will collapse on their own sooner or later. If you don’t stop, you’re the one who is going to end up embarrassed."

Mengzhu watched Mo Chen’s receding figure, then turned her gaze back to Mo Su, her expression complicated.

"Miss, are we still going ahead with the plan?"

With those words, a cold glare shot towards her, "Have you also become foolish?"

No one could stop her plans. Absolutely no one.

Mengzhu sheepishly lowered her head, falling silent.

...

By the time they arrived in the capital city, a light drizzle blurred the view, and a chilly wind carried a bone-penetrating coldness.

Fearing they were hungry, Veya had prepared a table full of food waiting for them.

"How did you get injured so severely?" The old Madam Jiang clutched Jiang Yisheng, looking him over carefully with eyes filled with distress.

"You should be more careful. Look at this arm, and now a fracture, it’s really..."

Fearing the granny would continue to natter on, Jiang Yisheng sweetly interjected, "Grandma, it looks worse than it is. It’s not a big deal, I’ll be fine after some rest."

"They say injuries to muscles and bones take a hundred days to heal, yet you say it’s not a big deal," the old Madam Jiang pretended to be angry as she glared at him, "Thank goodness Jiuliang and the others were there, otherwise you’d be in real pain."

Looking around, she didn’t see Li Mochan and Ye Jiuliang, "Speaking of which, where are Xiaojiu and Ahan?"

They were just here a moment ago; how could they disappear in the blink of an eye?

"The second child ran out just now, off to provoke that big white goose again, and Xiaojiu went out to check," Jiang Hai said with a mix of laughter and helplessness.

It was actually quite amusing; the second child always liked to chase after the big white goose when no one was paying attention, not to bite it but just to scare it.

The normally quiet corridor was now bustling with activity.

The big white goose scurried about, chased vigorously by the second child who occasionally let out a howl, frightening the goose into even faster flight.

Seeing that the second child was only teasing the goose, Ye Jiuliang wasn’t in a hurry to intervene, standing on the sidelines to watch the fray.

"A few days without seeing him, and the big white goose seems to have fattened up again. Seems like it’s being well-fed."

The playful comment from the woman fell into his ear, and Li Mochan smiled, his large hand resting on her head.

"Should we roast it for dinner tonight?"

Ye Jiuliang cast a sidelong glance at him, teasing, "Can’t you show a little compassion?"

Li Mochan: ???

When she first bought the big white goose, wasn’t she thinking of roasting it for a meal?

Now she dares to turn the tables and call him unkind, this little rascal.