Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1318: Mo Lao's Sorrow

At this time, in the deep corridor of Fu Yanchen's mansion, a steady and orderly sound of footsteps slowly sounded, accompanied by a slight creaking sound of the wooden floor, and the figure of Li Bo, the old butler of the Fu family, slowly came into view.

He was wearing a neat black tuxedo, with silver hair flickering slightly on his forehead, and his eyes revealed a bit of wisdom and gentleness that came from years of accumulation.

With steady steps, as if every step was based on past memories, he slowly walked into the room.

Mo Shaoqing was lazily leaning on the soft leather sofa, casually flipping through a fashion magazine in his hand, glancing at him casually from time to time. He had to take down Fu Yanchen, otherwise Xu Xiaoxiao would not be able to escape from her suffering.

Uncle Li walked slowly towards us from the other end of the corridor with steady and rhythmic steps. He had an upright posture and his back was as straight as a pine tree.

"Master Mo," Uncle Li bowed slightly, his voice low and magnetic, as if coming from a deep ancient well, with a mellow texture that had been precipitated by the years.

"Mr. Mo is calling, please answer the phone." His tone was steady, and every word fell clearly into Young Master Mo's ears.

Upon hearing this, Master Mo frowned slightly, a hint of barely perceptible annoyance flashing across his eyes, but he still put down the magazine in his hand and reached out to take the phone handed to him by Uncle Li.

At this moment, Uncle Li paused, as if considering his next words, and then continued, "Also, Mr. Fu told you to get out right after dinner."

In the conversation, an indescribable sense of respect and distance permeated just right.

As a steward with extensive experience in this family, Uncle Li was very clear about his identity and position. When expressing Mr. Fu's opinions, he neither overstepped his authority nor showed favoritism because of Young Master Mo's identity. He perfectly maintained the proper propriety of a steward.

There was always a faint, just right smile on his face, and his eyes were calm and deep, like a bottomless lake, making it difficult to fathom his emotions.

Master Mo's hand holding the phone tightened slightly, the expression on his face became a little ugly, his lips were tightly pursed into a line, and a spark of anger flashed in his eyes.

But soon, he returned to his cynical look, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a slightly mocking smile, "This old man."

Uncle Li still stood quietly by the side, his eyes lowered, as if he was oblivious to all this, just waiting for Master Mo's next instruction.

The entire living room was filled with a subtle and tense atmosphere, like the calm before the storm.

Mo Shaoqing was leaning on a carved pearwood chair, playing with a jade bracelet with a warm luster in his hand. He looked through the half-open window lattice, gazing at the wisteria outside the window swaying gently in the wind, with mixed feelings in his heart.

This sudden news, like an untimely gust of wind, disturbed the peace in his heart.

"Young Master Mo..." Uncle Li called again.

Mo Shaoqing frowned slightly, revealing a little resistance and helplessness that was not easily detected, but in the end he sighed softly and responded, "Okay, I understand."

After saying this, he slowly stood up, his clothes brushing the ground lightly, and walked slowly towards the stairs with a hint of reluctance to leave.

In the living room downstairs, the light is soft and dim, and the old chandelier emits a warm and dim light, covering everything in a warm and slightly melancholy atmosphere.

Mo Shaoqing picked up the phone, and immediately heard Mr. Mo's slightly majestic yet kind voice from the other end, which traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers and struck his heart directly.

"Hello? Dad, what's going on?"

The voice coming from the other end of the phone seemed to be shrouded by a veil of impatience, and Mo Shaoqing's words were unabashedly mixed with a bit of impatience and helplessness.

He frowned slightly, his eyes full of resistance, and one hand casually played with a pen on the table. The pen turned unconsciously at his fingertips, as if echoing his irritable mood at the moment.

He took a deep breath, with a hint of stubbornness and persistence in his tone, and raised his voice and said: "Didn't I say I don't want to stay abroad?"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable determination.

He thought of the days he spent abroad, the lonely nights, the unfamiliar streets, and the foreign culture that he could never fit into, and an inexplicable disgust welled up in his heart.

"If you ask me to come back this time, I won't go back easily."

He held the phone tightly, as if this could give him some courage to fight against the pressure his father might put on him from the other end of the phone.

In his mind, he had already begun to imagine his father on the other end of the phone, fuming and furious, but he still stiffened his neck and looked firmly at the familiar and long-lost city scenery outside the window, secretly vowing to do what he wanted this time.

As he spoke, he subconsciously stroked the jade bracelet in his hand, and his eyes occasionally looked toward the garden outside the window that was swallowed by the night, as if he was looking for some answer, or perhaps avoiding something.

Everything around seemed to have quieted down. Only the voices of my father on the other end of the phone and the occasional cries of birds outside the window intertwined to form a unique melody.

Mr. Mo just dragged his tired body off the international flight, stepped onto the familiar ground of the domestic airport, and called his son. He did not expect his son to answer him like this. His son's words were like a powerful bomb, exploding in his originally calm heart.

After hearing his son's ignorant words, Mr. Mo felt his blood pressure rise suddenly, as if a mouthful of boiling magma was rushing through his blood vessels.

A surge of hot blood rushed straight to his forehead like a wild horse. He felt his head buzzing as if it was about to explode.

The sudden impact caused him to stagger as he had just landed at the domestic airport and had not yet stood firmly, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

Old Mo widened his eyes, his eyes full of anger and disbelief. His face turned red in an instant, like a ripe tomato, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged high because of anger, like twisted earthworms.

He subconsciously clenched the phone in his hand. His originally well-maintained hand turned pale due to excessive force, and his knuckles turned bluish white, as if he was going to crush the phone.

He was so angry that his voice was shaking constantly. Every word that came out of his mouth was full of gunpowder, as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying endless anger and resentment:

"You, you ignorant little brat!"

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Mo's voice was almost yelled out at the top of his lungs, and every word seemed to be filled with burning anger, as if he wanted to eat Mo Shaoqing alive through the phone line.

"Why pick on Fu Yanchen when you can pick on anyone else? Are you trying to kill our whole family?"

Mr. Mo became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice trembling a little, as if he had already seen the dark abyss in the future of the Mo family.

"Dad, it's not as serious as you say."

Mo Shaoqing, however, looked calm and composed. He tilted his head slightly, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear, while one hand was casually playing with the corner of his clothes.

There was no trace of nervousness or panic in his eyes, as if the feared Fu Yanchen in his father's words was just an insignificant little character in his eyes.

"Think about the Lu family, then think about the Mo family, and you will know how serious it is!"

Mr. Mo was so angry that he stomped his feet on the other end of the phone. He took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress his emotions that were about to explode. His voice became a little low and hoarse.

"The Lu family just had a little friction with the Fu family, but what happened? Overnight, the Lu family, which once dominated the business world, collapsed, and now there is not even a trace of it left. Although our Mo family has some assets, it is no match for the Fu family! If you continue to be so willful, the Mo family will sooner or later follow in the footsteps of the Lu family!"

As Mr. Mo spoke, he felt a surge of anger rushing to his forehead. He clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned blue and white from excessive force.

His chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to be suppressing a volcano that was about to erupt.

"You bastard, you better wait here at the Fu family right now. You are not allowed to go anywhere else!"

Mr. Mo gritted his teeth and spoke word by word.

His voice echoed in the empty airport hall. That majestic and angry voice seemed to have an invisible force that made the air around them heavy.

People around cast strange looks at him, some were curious, some were surprised, and some were gloating.

But at this moment, Mr. Mo didn't care at all. The only thing in his mind was his son who made him angry and anxious.

He hurriedly dragged his suitcase, his steps hurried and anxious, running towards the parking lot outside the airport, as if if he was a second late, the Mo family would be in an irretrievable situation.

"What I say goes in one ear and out the other. How could I, with my fame, give birth to someone like you who doesn't know how to live or die?"

Mr. Mo's already loud voice was raised by several decibels at this moment. Every word seemed to carry a sharp thorn, piercing straight into the heart of the person opposite.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, filled with flames of anger, as if they wanted to devour the person in front of him.

As he spoke, he was trembling with anger, and his originally upright body was slightly bent because of anger. His hands were tightly gripping the handle of the suitcase, and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

The suitcase in his hand also made a clanging sound because of his shaking. The sound was particularly harsh in the quiet airport corridor, as if the suitcase was expressing its dissatisfaction and protest on behalf of Mr. Mo.

At this moment, Mr. Mo was like a volcano about to erupt. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed and broke out completely.

His chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to vent his inner dissatisfaction.

His face was flushed with anger, and blue veins bulged on his forehead and neck like blood vessels about to burst.

There was deep disappointment and anger in Mo Lao's words, and his voice echoed in the empty airport hall. The sound was like thunder, constantly echoing in the hall, attracting the attention of people around.

Some people stopped their hurried steps and looked over here curiously; some frowned and showed dissatisfaction; and some whispered to each other.

However, Mr. Mo didn't care about the looks of the people around him at all. In his eyes, there was only the person opposite him who made him angry and hateful. He wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Old Mo was so angry that his face turned red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He continued to yell angrily: "Fu Yanchen has been married for a long time, and you are still sticking to a married woman like a dog-skin plaster. Do you have any brains at all? Do you know that you are embarrassing me, completely embarrassing me!"

Mr. Mo became more and more excited as he spoke, his hands shaking slightly with anger, and he slammed the table with a loud bang, shaking the teacups on the table.

"Look at what you are like now. For such a person you shouldn't like, you have made yourself half-human and half-ghost. By doing this, you have not only ruined your bright future, but also completely destroyed the reputation that our Mo family has accumulated for generations!"

At this point, Mr. Mo's originally loud voice was choked with sobs, his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were full of disappointment and heartache.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his fluctuating emotions, but his chest was still heaving violently.

But whenever he thought of his son's stubbornness, Mr. Mo felt a piercing pain in his heart, as if a blunt knife was cutting his heart again and again.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the innocent smile of his son when he was a child involuntarily emerged in his mind.

At that time, his son was so well-behaved and cute. Every time he came home from school, he would jump into his arms and call "Dad" in a baby voice.

But look at it now, my son is obsessed with Xu Xiaoxiao all day long and won't listen to anyone's advice.

The once sunny and cheerful boy has now become gloomy and paranoid.

This huge contrast was like a deep ravine, running across Mo Lao's heart, making it impossible for him to get over it.

A turbid tear slid down the corner of Mr. Mo's eye and slowly flowed down his wrinkled cheek.

"Shaoqing!" Mo Lao raised his head slightly, his deep eyes were now full of fatigue and helplessness, his lips trembled, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice, "When will you understand that life is not only about love, but also about responsibility, dignity, and bottom line!"

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, including pain, disappointment, but more importantly, deep worry for his son, as if he was praying that his son would turn back from his wrong path.

"Our Mo family has worked diligently for generations and left a good reputation in this land. You are carrying the glory and future of the Mo family on your shoulders. This is your responsibility, Shaoqing!"

Mr. Mo's voice was a little choked, and his thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the past.

His father once taught him earnestly, asking him to shoulder the burden of the family and not slack off in the slightest.

During those years, their family worked together and devoted countless efforts to the prosperity of the family.

But now, my son has put all of this behind him because of a relationship.

“Dignity is the foundation of being a human being.”

Old Mo's tone became serious, and his eyes revealed a hint of determination, "If a person loses his dignity, he is just like a walking corpse. Look at you now, you are so humble and submissive for that woman. How can you still be a descendant of the Mo family!"

When Mr. Mo thought of how his son, for the sake of that woman, had disregarded the family's opposition, had humbled himself time and again to please her, even at the cost of breaking up with the family, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

"There is a bottom line. This is a red line that cannot be crossed!" Old Mo's voice was raised a few notches, with a hint of anger, "Once something is done, there is no turning back. You have done too many things that violate your principles for her. If you continue like this, you will ruin yourself and the entire Mo family!"

Old Mo took a deep breath and said, "Shaoqing, Dad is old. I don't ask you to help the Mo family move to a higher level, but I ask you to keep this hard-earned family business. Come back and don't be stubborn anymore."

Mo Shaoqing,,,,,