A foster daughter, by virtue of what merits and abilities could she become Mo Zhixuan’s sister?
"Zhixuan, heed your sister’s words and send her away early," said someone with ordinary bloodlines, who had no right to bear the Mo family name.
Mo Feixue continued, "Sister is doing this for your own good, and for the good of our Mo clan! Sister doesn’t want to go out one day and be pointed at, with people saying our Mo family’s bloodline isn’t pure!"
As the current acting patriarch of the Superpower World’s Mo family, Mo Feixue was used to autocracy. Everything she did was greatly related to the Mo family.
She wouldn’t allow anyone to taint the Mo family’s reputation.
Although Mo Qingyi was raised by the old lady of the family, she was, after all, just an ordinary person.
And since the inheritance of the Mo family, there had never been an ordinary person among them.
The progeny of the Mo family were all exceptional beings.
Her actions were all for the greater good.
By that time, Mo Zhixuan’s expression had gone completely cold. "Eighteen years ago, I already had nothing to do with the Superpower World’s Mo family!"
As soon as his words fell, he had already disappeared into thin air.
Mo Feixue’s fingertips trembled with rage, "Zhixuan, a true man should stand between heaven and earth, performing deeds befitting a seven-foot-tall man. How can you be trapped by sentiments, confused by emotions, a walking corpse in this world!?"
Her only answer was the gentle rustle of the wind.
Mo Zhixuan had never spoken to her in such a tone before.
He had never defied her wishes either.
She hadn’t expected that after spending more than a decade in this secular world, he would change like this.
Beauty leads one astray!
For the future development of the Mo family, she absolutely couldn’t stand idly by!
Mo Feixue clenched her fists and quickly walked in the direction of the Mo family’s residence.
A second before he entered the door, Mo Zhixuan hid the frost that could freeze a person to death from his face and walked into the house with a faint expression as if nothing had happened.
Inside the house, the old lady of the Mo family and Tong Zhi were already busy arranging the dishes on the table.
Today, the old lady of the Mo family was in a good mood, so she gave the house staff a day off.
"Xuan’er, come and eat," said the old lady as soon as she saw Mo Zhixuan come in.
Mo Zhixuan sat down unhurriedly next to Chu Jin.
When Mo Qingyi came over and saw the full table of dishes, she was utterly astonished.
She thought her mother would produce a pile of burnt stuff, but the appearance of these dishes was unexpectedly good, the color was even ... and there was also a tempting fragrance floating in the air.
Mo Qingyi wrapped her arms around herself and couldn’t help exclaiming, "Mom, you really are more than meets the eye! Look at these dishes, they look even better than what chefs at five-star hotels can make, and they smell so good, too. From now on, we might not even need to hire a chef."
The old lady laughed and said, "Alright, alright, stop prattling, come sit down and eat."
Just as everyone was about to start eating, Mo Feixue walked in with a frigid face.
"I could smell the aroma from afar, I assume today Auntie herself cooked?"
On hearing this, the old lady looked up in surprise, "Fei Xue? When did you arrive?"
Mo Feixue greeted Tong Zhi and the old lady with politeness, "Auntie, Aunt Tong, I arrived this afternoon. It was Zhixuan who came to pick me up."
Tong Zhi seemed not to like Mo Feixue very much, her expression remained indifferent, and after Mo Feixue sat down, she didn’t even glance at her properly.
The old lady’s culinary skills were indeed remarkable, matching and even surpassing Tong Zhi’s.
Chu Jin had always had no resistance to delicious food.
"Want some crab?" asked Mo Zhixuan softly as he picked up a crab and placed it into her bowl.
Chu Jin replied unreservedly, "Hm, if you don’t mind, just leave the crab roe for me."
Although Chu Jin didn’t remember Mo Zhixuan at all, their relationship had soared in quality through the days they’ve spent together, becoming very natural and harmonious, as if they had known each other for many years.
Chu Jin even had the illusion that Mister Mo was raising her like a daughter, attending to everything personally.
Even the last parent-teacher meeting before the college entrance exam was attended by Mister Mo.
Mo Zhixuan smiled helplessly, swiftly separating the crab meat and roe into her bowl and then devotedly started peeling shrimp for her.
The sight was extremely grating to Mo Feixue, who felt that Chu Jin was too spoiled and arrogant!
As a woman, she should follow the proper virtues; how could she let a man serve her at the table?
Wasn’t this inverted?
Moreover, she had never seen Mo Zhixuan with such a gentle expression before. Back in the Superpower World, whether in public or private, his face was always tightly drawn, like a perpetual iceberg, extremely cold. His words were icy, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts, and though he wasn’t old, he exuded an awe-inspiring presence, his actions decisive, his means intimidating – a King in every sense.
Who would have thought such a deep and cold King would be so attentive and caring towards a young girl?
And this girl was merely an ordinary person.
Even towards his own sister, he had never shown a smile.
She had even begun to suspect that Mo Zhixuan was facially paralysed.
But she hadn’t expected...
He wasn’t incapable of smiling; his smile just wasn’t for her.
Mo Feixue frowned imperceptibly, "Miss Chu, let me peel the shrimp for you and let Zhixuan eat as well."