Mr. Mo listened to Yu Siqiao’s promise, his eyes slightly reddened as he nodded, "Good, good, if you have such awareness, that is for the best."
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the surrounding crowd, "It’s just that I’m old, and there aren’t many days left for me to look after Shushu. It’s uncertain when I’ll be gone, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to make decisions for her."
Mo Shu felt a bit of distress, "Grandpa, you’re only 69 years old, you will live to be a hundred!"
Mr. Mo smiled contentedly and asked, "How far along are you?"
Mo Shu fell silent for a moment, "Less than a month."
"Grandpa gives you two months to get to know Si Qiao well, and if, in the end, your decision is still the same as today, Grandpa will support you," Elder Mo’s aged eyes, still sharp and astute, settled on Yu Siqiao as he said with a somber voice, "The Yu Family might be noble and wealthy, but our Mo Family is not less than the Yu Family by a hair! If you find your relationship displeasing, I still have the authority to make that call!"
His gaze was fierce, and his tone was authoritative, the warning clear without words.
Yu Siqiao bowed his head slightly, "Rest assured."
"I am not reassured at all," Mr. Mo snorted lightly, "Yun Jing, come here."
Yun Jing was none other than Meng Yunjing, who had recently returned from studying in Italy.
Hearing this name, Mo Shu’s ears perked up, and she scanned the crowd.
Meng Yunjing had been sitting on the couch in the hall the whole time. Hearing Grandpa Mo’s words, he stood up.
Only then did Mo Shu catch sight of Meng Yunjing himself and realized he had long hair, black and soft, casually tied at the back of his head.
He wore a gray robe with a string of sandalwood beads around his neck, exuding a somewhat retro, literary aura. He had on a pair of thin-framed, large glasses and presented a gentle and refined temperament.
He was clean-cut and fair-skinned.
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Meng Yunjing’s face carried a smile as he walked over and called out, "Great Uncle."
Sao Zha, hearing the address, touched his chin and asked, "What relation is ’Great Uncle’?"
Mo Shu explained: His mom calls my grandpa ’Uncle Grandpa,’ which means his mom’s grandmother is my grandpa’s sister. Simply put, he’s a distant relative.
Sao Zha commented, "...Kinship really is a tangled mess!"
"The two of you grew up together since childhood. I entrust this matter to you," Mr. Mo said, "If anyone ever dares to bully Shushu, I expect you to teach them a lesson!"
That was quite a senior relation.
Meng Yunjing accepted the task without surprise. Looking at Mo Shu, he said, "Shushu’s matters are my matters. Rest assured, even if you didn’t ask, I wouldn’t ignore anything concerning Shushu."
Mr. Mo nodded in satisfaction, "With your word, I’m relieved!"
Meng Yunjing nodded with a smile, "But she’s right, you will live to be a hundred, and such things probably won’t fall on me to handle."
Mr. Mo laughed with his eyes squinted, then turned back to see everyone behind Meng Yunjing and said, "You’ve all come from far away, and it’s getting late. Stay and have dinner with us tonight."
Of course, everyone politely declined and dispersed.
Mo Shu hadn’t expected things to develop this way, making her task even more difficult to complete swiftly.
Feeling weary at heart, she intended to return to her room to mull over some strategies when suddenly Old Man Mo said, "Shushu, Mr. Wu is here. Have him take your pulse."
After being seated, Dr. Wu took her pulse and said, "Indeed, you are pregnant. However, it may be due to excessive emotional fluctuations or long-term fatigue— the condition of the fetus seems somewhat unstable. I’ll prescribe some fetus-preserving medicine for you. Remember to take it on time."