Chapter 88: The Child Who Doesn’t Know Who His Father Is
Indeed, Mo Zhenggang’s expression became fierce the moment the issue was raised. “You’re not allowed to see him until the research is complete! He is nothing but a bastard child, and only someone as shameless as you would treat him like a treasure. If you had behaved yourself, by now I might have found you a good marriage match! But you’ve ruined your life already. Once this research is done, you can do as you please.”
Every time Mo Jun asked to see the child, Mo Zhenggang would respond in this way.
He would vehemently oppose her and insult her.
In the past, she knew nothing, thinking she had been defiled by mistake and had thus given birth to a child.
But the truth was not what she thought!
Her ordeal was all orchestrated by them, aiming to destroy her through childbirth and to continue threatening and exploiting her.
It was hateful enough that they designed circumstances to leave her with a child whose father was unknown.
They also caused the death of her child.
She would forever remember the words Mo Zhenggang said to her in her previous life.
“The existence of that bastard is a disgrace to the Mo Family. That’s why when he got sick, I ordered that no treatment be provided. Sure enough, he finally died! Your bastard is dead, and since you’re so fond of him, go join him!”
At that time, Mo Jun went mad upon hearing these words.
Even now, the memory almost brought her to the brink of collapse.
It took a tremendous effort to clench her fists tight enough that her teeth nearly pierced her lips, but Mo Jun managed to contain the intense rage inside her heart.
She desperately told herself to endure a little longer, just a little more.
Soon, she would take her revenge for the child, for herself, and for Hao Yansen, who was implicated in her past life!
Soon, she would make them all pay a bloody price!
When Mo Jun left the R&D base, it was already afternoon.
She had spent the entire afternoon fervently conducting research.
Mo Zhenggang thought she was very dedicated and was quite satisfied.
But Mo Jun was merely hastening to take her revenge sooner; she could hardly wait to deal with them herself.
After Mo Jun had walked a distance, Yun Long drove up in a taxi.
Seeing him, Mo Jun’s mood, which had been gloomy all afternoon, suddenly lifted a great deal.
“Yun Brother, have you been waiting for me this whole time?” Mo Jun got into the car and asked him, surprised.
Yun Long nodded earnestly. “Of course. I said I would wait for you, and that I would protect you,” he said.
Mo Jun’s eyes immediately turned sour. “Why do some people, who are clearly my relatives, treat me like an enemy, while you, whom I’ve only just met, are so good to me?”
Seeing her distress, Yun Long couldn’t help frowning. “What’s wrong? Have they bullied you again?”
“No,” Mo Jun quickly shook her head. “I’m just speaking my mind, because you’ve been too kind to me.”
“Because you are inherently a good girl, and we should of course be good to you,” Yun Long summarized simply. Mo Jun was momentarily stunned, then smiled.
She had never known herself to be a good person; it was a surprise to her that they thought so highly of her.
And for them, she was willing to be a good person—or rather, a relatively good one.
On the way back, with Yun Long’s consolations, Mo Jun’s mood improved a great deal.
Yun Long really had a way with words that could heal.
Without making any deliberate comforting remarks, just some simple thoughts from his heart could impart the feeling that the world was still a beautiful place.
Because his heart was beautiful, he had the power to give strength to others.
Then, in the span of just one day, Mo Jun and Yun Long had become quite familiar with each other.