“Okay.”
Getting the address, Yi Jingxi threw his phone to Zeng Zhun.
“Are you really going? Do you need me to call the police?” Recalling how awfully he was injured last time, Zeng Zhun said with concern, “Maybe I should tell Luosang about this.”
“Don’t bother. Mo Jin hadn’t talked to Luosang yet, meaning that he must have his own plan,” Yi Jingxi shook his head expressionlessly. “Besides, she said that they were playing tennis, and she gave me the address. She’s either well prepared for something, or she’s only trying to scare my mother. If she’s going to attack me again, in the worst case, I’ll come back to the hospital.”
He paused briefly, then laughed bitterly. “If that happens, the trial will be postponed again, and that’ll be a good thing.”
Zeng Zhun replied with a serious look, “Luosang’s mother is really brutal. Luosang is nothing like her.”
Yi Jingxi stayed silent.
He had asked around about Mo Jin before. She grew up in an orphanage, and she feared nothing.
Her growth environment made her a tough person.
…
In the sealed tennis court, Chu Lei was pushed to one side of the court.
Mo Jin stood in front of her, holding a tennis racket with one hand, the other hand tossing a tennis ball. Her lips curved in a careless smile.
“Mo Jin, what do you want?” Chu Lei was frightened.
Mo Jin was only nineteen when she had Luosang. Now, she was only about forty. Her skin was well cared for. She and Chu Lei were about the same age, but Chu Lei looked much older. She was still the same as two years before, brave, as if she never feared anything.
Unlike her, Chu Lei was scared. During the past twenty years, she was never happy.
“What do you think I want? What did you say to your son?” Mo Jin tossed the tennis ball and swung the racket, sending the ball to Chu Lei.
The swing was accurate and fast, and the ball hit Chu Lei hard, making her scream in pain.
“Ms. Mo, your ball,” her assistant quickly handed her another tennis ball.
Seeing that, Chu Lei’s legs went limp. She hurriedly moved to leave, but before she crossed the line, someone pushed her back.
“Let me ask you something. Why did Yi Jingxi frame Xu Zhengxuan? Why did he hurt my daughter? Did you tell your son to do that?”
Mo Jin hit another ball at her.
Chu Lei felt that those balls were as heavy as sandbags.
Those balls hit her and bruised her skin.
“Mo Jin, you’re not playing tennis. You’re attacking me. I’ll call the police,” Chu Lei couldn’t help but cry in pain.
“Have you been living such a good life these years, that you can’t even take this slight pain?” Mo Jin sneered, “Twenty years ago, because of you, I had no choice but to leave my hometown, leave China. Back then, I was pregnant. How much pain and bitterness have I suffered? I gave you an opportunity to be Mrs. Xu. You failed to take it, and then abetted your son to execute revenge on Luosang. Twenty years ago, you were scum. And today, you’re even worse.”
The more she said, the angrier Mo Jin was. She picked up another ball and sent it to Chu Lei violently.
This time, the ball hit Chu Lei in the forehead.
A moment later, a corner of Chu Lei’s eye started bleeding.
A sudden dizziness overpowered her, and made her sit on the ground.
She put a hand to her face and touched sticky blood.
Instantly, she burst into tears. “You think I wanted all this? I never had one happy day all these years. You think Xu Zhengxuan ruined your life, but didn’t he ruin mine too? You have no idea that he never loved me.”