Mo Yunchen spread his hands, and Mo Tang handed over a dagger, which Mo Yunchen received.
"You like watching others suffer, so now taste this flavor yourself."
The spot where Qin Qin disappeared had a bloodied dagger and a mobile phone with a recording. He saw inside it Qin Qin being cut by Vermilion Bird, and he almost killed Vermilion Bird but was stopped by Mo Tang, who told him to leave Vermilion Bird for Qin Qin to deal with upon her return.
"Hmm hmm hmm..." Jing Zhimei, whose jaw had been dislocated, shook her head desperately.
Mo Yunchen didn’t care for Jing Zhimei’s shaking head.
"Is it fun? Continue!" Mo Yunchen’s devilishly charming smile curled, his blood-stained dagger pressing against Jing Zhimei’s right cheek.
Jing Zhimei’s pupils dilated, her muffled pleas begging. She didn’t want to be disfigured, no, she didn’t.
Mo Yunchen was not going to listen, and as the dagger was about to slice down, Mo Sheng walked up with a slightly darkened expression, "Master Mo, it’s Elder Master Mo’s call."
Jing Zhimei began to show excitement with muffled sounds, certainly Elder Master Mo knew she had been taken and thus made the call.
Just when Jing Zhimei thought Mo Yunchen would spare her, a flash of silver crossed, and a sharp pain spread across her right cheek. Jing Zhimei’s pupils dilated, and she let out a painful howl, but it was only a whimper because Mo Yunchen had dislocated her jaw.
Jing Zhimei struggled, collapsing on the ground, covering her right cheek with her hands, looking at her blood-covered hand, screaming in madness.
She was disfigured; her beautiful face was ruined. No, no, she couldn’t accept it.
The searing pain made Jing Zhimei frantically search for a mirror. A person in black, seemingly ’kind-hearted’, handed a mirror to Jing Zhimei, who hastily grabbed it. Inside the mirror, Jing Zhimei saw the flesh on her right cheek ripped apart, blood incessantly oozing and flowing, a hideous wound making her turn pale. In disbelief, she threw the mirror aside and glared venomously at Mo Yunchen. He ruined her appearance and dislocated her jaw for the sake of Qin Qin, slashing her right hand open.
Why, what’s so good about that woman? Why? Why on earth?
Mo Tang and Mo Sheng looked at the somewhat out-of-control Jing Zhimei, their eyes cold, without a trace of sympathy.
Mo Yunchen walked to the side, wiping his hands as if he found touching Jing Zhimei distasteful.
He took the phone handed to him by Mo Sheng, and from the other end, Mo Cang’s spirited and angry voice came through, "Did you capture Zhiyue?"
Mo Yunchen spoke indifferently, "How do you know?"
"Did Haoxuan tell you? Let her go, do you know what you are doing?" Mo Cang said angrily, "Why did you capture her?"
"Why capture her? Because she wanted to kill Qinqin!"
Mo Yunchen sneered, full of hostility.
Silence came from the other end of the phone.
"What are you saying? How is Qin Qin now?"
"Gone, I don’t know where she is now," a flash of pain crossed Mo Yunchen’s eyes. Ninety percent of the Mo Clan had been sent by him to search for Qin Qin. After he finished with Jing Zhimei, he would go out to search too, until he found her.
"Give Zhiyue a lesson and then let her go," Mo Cang sighed, saying Jing Zhimei was no ordinary person after all. If something really happened to her at the hands of his own son, the Jing Family would surely not let it go.
When his grandson Haoxuan came to find him, he was reluctant to believe his son would strike Jing Zhimei.
Mo Yunchen laughed coldly, "Let her go?! Impossible, I want her to pay the price."
How could he let Jing Zhimei go?
"Yunchen, the Jing Family is no commoner, and if anything happens to Zhiyue, it will greatly affect our Mo Family. Besides, considering that she served you for over ten years without any personal gain, let her go. I will make sure Haoxuan watches her closely in the future to prevent her from troubling Qin Qin again," Elder Master Mo argued.
Mo Yunchen turned his head to look at Jing Zhimei, who lay on the ground covered in blood, with a somewhat deranged expression, and his face darkened.
"She is, after all, Haoxuan’s fiancée, so let it go this time."
Elder Master Mo’s voice was filled with sighed regrets over the phone, tightening Mo Yunchen’s chest.
"Dad, don’t mention Mo Haoxuan to me. He’s not innocent in this matter, and he may even be related to what happened in the past."
Mo Yunchen spoke darkly and coldly, the thought of Mo Haoxuan being connected to those past events unleashed a killing intent within him that he could hardly control.
"... Yunchen." In the study, Elder Master Mo seemed to have aged considerably, sitting in the chair, staring blankly at the picture frame on the desk.
When he had been with Mo Yunchen’s mother in the past, he faced strong opposition from his son and daughter. He didn’t know what to do if it were true that the past events related to the Mo Family and Mo Haoxuan!