"Tell Mo Sheng, I want the Loh Corporation gone by tomorrow,"
Mo Yunchen said before turning to leave the room. This place was too dirty, and he couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer.
The bodyguard held onto Loh Mier, who struggled and cried out, but the guard pressed her chin down, fearing she would disturb the sleeping young master and young mistress.
Loh Mier tried desperately to struggle with a look of terror, but was held down by several bodyguards who rushed over, dragging her to the seaside. The sea breeze made her shiver uncontrollably.
She frantically shook her head, pleading for mercy, but no one sympathized with her. The kind-hearted servant who had warned her earlier just stood at a distance, watching the scene unfold without stepping forward.
Loh Mier sobbed, filled with regret. She truly regretted trying to seduce Master Mo, thinking she could sway his heart. She hadn’t realized that a man of Master Mo’s stature, if he really wanted a woman, wouldn’t have stayed single for so many years, and wouldn’t have kept visiting Qin Qin’s grave for the past three years.
Having changed his clothes, Mo Yunchen stood in the room of the yacht, tall and erect, with his hands behind his back, his phoenix eyes staring out the window into the distance.
There, the setting sun left behind a slanting glow, its vibrant colors stunningly beautiful.
"Master Mo, everything has been taken care of,"
a bodyguard said in a low voice behind Mo Yunchen.
"The people who came today will all return to the Mo Clan to be punished,"
his icy voice intoned, while the bodyguard behind him replied with a bitter smile. It was their negligence and mistake that someone dared to break into Master Mo’s room.
"Thoroughly investigate everyone at the villa, and take away anyone who has ever spoken out of line in front of the young master and young mistress,"
The bodyguard answered respectfully before leaving the room.
As the sun had just set, a thorough investigation began at Mo Yunchen’s villa, and Steward Wei watched as several maids were taken away.
"Steward Wei, what on earth happened?"
A servant whispered, moving closer to Steward Wei.
Steward Wei glanced at the servant beside him and said in a grave voice, "Tell everyone that from now on, they must remember what they should and shouldn’t say in the villa, you understand?"
These people were too bold, daring to speak nonsense in front of the young master and young mistress. It was no wonder Master Mo was angry.
The death of the lady of the house had always been a forbidden topic in the villa. Even though everyone knew, no one was allowed to mention it in front of the young master and young mistress.
"Grandma Wei, Grandma Wei, Chuer has come back."
Steward Wei walked out of the villa with a smile to welcome the little lord of the house.
Mo Yuchu ran into Steward Wei’s arms, cheerfully recounting the day’s events. Steward Wei looked on affectionately, "Our young miss is the best."
Mo Yuchu lifted her little head, "Chuer is the best, Chuer is the best of all."
Many of the servants were amused by Mo Yuchu’s expression and actions.
Xiao Bai came out of the villa, and Mo Yuchu happily ran after him.
Mo Yuyan and Mo Yunchen walked side by side, the father and son walking in a manner so alike, both exuding an air of calmness, elegance, and nobility.
Steward Wei walked up with a smile, "Master Mo, young master."
Mo Yuyan raised his cute smile, "Grandma Wei."
Steward Wei smiled and nodded, seeing a bag in Mo Yunchen’s hand and stepping forward to take it.
"Make sure it’s washed thoroughly."
Steward Wei nodded, knowing without looking what she held in her hands, the overcoat and wool sweater were clothes the lady had bought for Master Mo. Every year at this time, Master Mo would wear them, and despite their age, he couldn’t bear to part with them. Just like the ties the lady bought and the scarf she knitted herself, they were all carefully preserved by Master Mo. They were only washed by her personally, nobody else dared to even touch them.
She remembered a year ago when a new servant, straightening Master Mo’s room, saw old ties in his drawer and thought they were discarded by Master Mo, so she threw them away. When Master Mo returned he was furious, grabbing the servant’s neck, demanding to know where she had thrown them. Frightened to tears, the servant collapsed on the ground, devoid of strength.
Master Mo personally searched the trash bins, ignoring the dirty, smelly garbage until he found the tie, the first gift his wife ever bought for him, after rummaging through several bins.
Over the years, she had seen Master Mo transform from a man who deeply loved his wife to one who was cold and ruthless to everyone else, and it couldn’t help but make her lament the cruelty of fate.
Heaven truly had no eyes. The lady, such a kind person, had passed away too early, leaving behind Master Mo and their two young children.
With another sigh, Steward Wei took the bag and headed back inside the villa. She had to personally wash the overcoat and sweater before placing them back in Master Mo’s wardrobe.