Chapter 883: I really don’t know 882
When Mo Xiuchen arrived at the hospital room, the two bodyguards standing at the door caught sight of him and a flicker of worry crossed their eyes, seemingly afraid he would infuriate their master to death on the spot.
Yet the icy aura emanating from him intimidated them, preventing them from stopping him.
Mo Xiuchen’s gaze merely swept over them indifferently before he pushed open the door and entered the room.
On the hospital bed, Mo Jingteng was lying flat, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought. Hearing the door open, his eyes slowly moved and met Mo Xiuchen’s deep and indifferent stare, which reignited his agitation.
Mo Jingteng’s speech was unclear, but the name “Mo Xiuchen” was pronounced very distinctly, even through gritted teeth.
Now, he suddenly regretted his original decision. Had he known that even an amnesiac Mo Xiuchen was so uncontrollable, and even more ruthless than before, he would never have targeted him.
Now, he ended up paraplegic.
At that thought, a murderous hatred surged within him.
“The doctor mentioned that from now on, you can only lie in bed. You better not get too agitated, this isn’t the worst situation, at least, you haven’t become senile.”
Mo Xiuchen ignored Mo Jingteng’s murderous gaze and spoke nonchalantly while leisurely walking towards the bed, stopping two steps in front of it.
His tall and straight figure took a stand there, with a hint of disdain in his eyes as he casually looked down at Mo Jingteng on the bed, embodying a regal and elegant presence like that of a king. Meanwhile, Mo Jingteng, devoid of any dignity at the moment, twisted his face into a ferocious scowl due to anger.
Doubtlessly, Mo Xiuchen’s words were the greatest provocation to Mo Jingteng.
If it weren’t for his half-paralyzed body, he probably would have jumped up and cursed him already. Unfortunately, no matter how annoyed or hateful he felt, he couldn’t do anything to Mo Xiuchen now.
He could only glare at him furiously, his mouth muttering an unclear, “You, this… unfilial son…”
“This is all the consequence of your own doing, previously, out of respect for you being my father, I did not destroy your company. But you took advantage of my memory loss, forced Ranran and me to divorce, and let Cheng Jia deceive me, causing the woman I love to be heartbroken. You even tried to turn us against each other.”
A cold smirk curved Mo Xiuchen’s lips, and from the depths of his eyes sprang a glacial light as sharp as ice blades, piercing Mo Jingteng, “Do you now regret that I didn’t do as you wished?”
Mo Jingteng struggled to breathe from the excitement, his chest heaving dramatically. Mo Xiuchen, this unfilial son, he came here intending to infuriate him to death. He told himself not to get angry, not to get angry.
But how could he not be angry? Having dominated the business world for decades, nobody had ever defied him unfilial son, each time infuriating him to near death.
Even his late mother merely expressed her disdain with silence…
“By the way, hasn’t Lu Zhiyan come to see you yet?”
Mo Xiuchen’s lips suddenly lifted in a smile, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, which were chillingly cold and sharp as knives.
Mo Jingteng was so angered by him that he became speechless, his mouth open but unable to utter a single word, his face, already uncontrollable due to facial nerve issues, was stretched tight with exertion because of Mo Xiuchen.
“I forgot to tell you last night, after learning of your deception and all your motives, I decided not to let you off again. So, I handed all the evidence of your crimes to the police. I expect they will come for you today. As for the corporation you built by any means necessary, it too will change its name.”
“I… will not… let this go…”
Mo Jingteng did not finish his sentence, his eyes closed, and his previously heaving chest stopped suddenly. Seeing this, Mo Xiuchen furrowed his brows, pressed the call bell, and then turned around and shouted towards the door. The two bodyguards standing at the entrance immediately rushed in.
“Young Master, the master, he…”
“He has passed out. Let the doctor come and save him.”
Mo Xiuchen spoke nonchalantly, showing no concern for Mo Jingteng, only not wishing for him to die so easily.
The doctor arrived quickly, and Mo Jingteng was rushed into the emergency room. Only then did Mo Xiuchen ask the two bodyguards, “What did Cheng Jia come for this morning?”
The two bodyguards’ faces slightly changed, not daring to meet Mo Xiuchen’s piercing gaze. They bowed their heads and answered in a low voice, “She came to see the master.”
“If I remember correctly, last time he was very angry that Cheng Jia betrayed him and said he would deal with her.”
Mo Xiuchen’s expression chilled, and the atmosphere he emitted suddenly caused the room temperature to plummet. The faces of the two bodyguards turned pale, unable to withstand the strong and cold aura of the man in front of them; their heads bowed even lower.
“You won’t speak the truth?”
“Young Master, Cheng Jia really just came to see the master. The master originally wanted to get rid of Cheng Jia, but because of your relationship, he has yet to make a move.”
Ah Cheng carefully explained, yet he dared not lift his head.
Mo Xiuchen looked at him with half-narrowed cold eyes, forcing Ah Cheng to sweat profusely, and his voice became stiff, “Yes, the master had us investigate if you were with Miss Wen.”
“Then, the master negotiated terms with Li Yunchang,”
Ah Cheng spoke of the bank loan that had been stalled, he had known early that it was Mo Jingteng’s own doing. However, he still could not believe that Mo Jingteng had done nothing to Cheng Jia.
“Young Master, Cheng Jia came to see the master today to apologize.”
The two bodyguards explained by turns; Mo Xiuchen listened to their explanations, his handsome features gradually covered with frost, “Cheng Jia hasn’t been home since the night before last, what did you do to her?”
Ah Cheng’s body shuddered slightly, his voice trembling faintly.
He hadn’t expected Mo Xiuchen to find out so soon. Mo Xiuchen’s gaze suddenly intensified, piercingly staring at him, “How many outrageous things have you helped Mo Jingteng do, are you going to confess only in jail or on the court?” New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novᴇlfire.net
Ah Cheng’s bowed head suddenly lifted, his eyes filled with shock and panic, they had heard Mo Xiuchen’s words to Mo Jingteng earlier outside.
But those words were meant for Mo Jingteng, not for them.
Now, hearing his words, Ah Cheng’s forehead broke out in cold sweat, “Young Master, I really don’t know.”
Mo Xiuchen scoffed, “Fine, wait to explain to the police then.” He said, pulling out his cellphone to make a call.
Seeing this, another bodyguard gritted his teeth and said, “Young Master, I’ll tell you, Cheng Jia moved out a few days ago. She came to see the master today to say goodbye.”
Mo Xiuchen asked coldly.
The bodyguard pursed his lips, saying, “She seems to have already gone abroad.”