Chapter 6
Editor: Princess
Qi Fengyu stared suspiciously at Pan Zhijie, who was grinning slyly. The more mysterious Pan Zhijie acted, the more uneasy he felt, as it sent chills down his spine. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this group of troublemakers, who never accomplished anything good, was about to stir up some earth-shattering mess again. And when that happened, he’d be dragged down with them, probably losing a layer of skin in the process.
“Listen, this is the Qin family’s place. You’d better not cause any trouble for me.” Qi Fengyu warned, grabbing Pan Zhijie by the front of his shirt and narrowing his eyes at him.
“It’s a good thing, absolutely a good thing.” Pan Zhijie said with a fawning expression, ignoring the threatening hand clutching his shirt. Leaning closer to Qi Fengyu, he whispered, “We’ve prepared a special gift for President Mo, one that he’s sure to like. Young Master Qi, you’ve been working closely with President Mo, so you must know better than us. Ever since he brought that kid back three years ago, his mood hasn’t been quite right. I figure it must have something to do with the kid’s biological mother.”
Hearing this, Qi Fengyu’s expression changed instantly. His grip on Pan Zhijie’s collar tightened sharply as he gritted his teeth. “What exactly have you done? Don’t beat around the bush. Listen carefully—saying it in front of me is one thing, but from now on, you’d better keep your mouth shut. If you dare mention a single word about this in front of Shaoheng, even if you had ten lives, I wouldn’t be able to save you. So don’t try any tricks on me.”
“Let go, let go—cough, cough…” Pan Zhijie’s face turned red as he struggled to pry off the hand tightening around his chest.
Qi Fengyu abruptly let go, flinging his hand away as if he’d touched something filthy. He shoved his hand back into his pocket and stared coldly at Pan Zhijie, who was coughing and gasping for air. “Are you going to say it yourself, or should I wait for Shaoheng to come so you can tell him directly?”
Pan Zhijie coughed for a long time before he finally managed to catch his breath. Although he was full of resentment, he didn’t dare act up in front of Qi Fengyu. After all, they still needed to rely on him to get close to Mo Shaoheng. He said carefully, “It really is just a gift…”
“Oh? A gift?” Qi Fengyu sneered. “So you’re dead set on giving Shaoheng a ‘surprise’? Then if I were to dig deeper, wouldn’t that ruin Young Master Pan’s thoughtful gesture? Fine, I hope this special gift of yours can really improve Shaoheng’s mood. When the time comes, you’ll be the hero.”
Pan Zhijie looked at Qi Fengyu’s half-smiling expression and suddenly felt uncertain. Mo Shaoheng’s temper had always been unpredictable. Since childhood, he’d been the odd one out in the Mo family. Even the short-tempered old matriarch of the Mo family couldn’t do anything about him.
What’s more, Mo Shaoheng had a knack for going against the grain. Born the pampered second young master of the Mo family, with a silver spoon in his mouth, he lacked for nothing. Yet, he insisted on wandering the underworld on his own, and he’d carved out a name for himself there, making it so that nowadays, anyone in the underworld who saw him wouldn’t dare call him anything but ‘Master Mo’.
At first, everyone thought Mo Shaoheng would just keep going down this path, never looking back. And the old matriarch of the Mo family, seeing how he thrived on his own, gave up trying to persuade him and simply turned a blind eye. As for the other members of the Mo family, they were eager for him to stay away, as they’d rather have one less competitor.
Unfortunately for them, their schemes didn’t account for one thing: Mo Shaoheng never played by the rules. Because just as the Mo family was tearing itself apart over the heir position, with chaos and drama everywhere, Mo Shaoheng suddenly returned home.
Six months later, ‘Master Mo’ transformed into ‘President Mo.’
The more Pan Zhijie thought about it, the more panicked he became. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, but he didn’t even bother to wipe it off. Trembling, he looked at the calm and composed Qi Fengyu, his tone switching from flattery to pleading. “Young Master Qi, if… if I tell you, can you help me keep it from President Mo?”
“Ha!” Qi Fengyu sneered. “Didn’t you swear that this ‘gift’ you prepared would definitely satisfy Shaoheng? What’s this now? Is Young Master Pan planning to take back his gift? Since when is it acceptable to take back a gift you’ve already given? Young Master Pan, are you going back on your word?”
“Young Master Qi, please stop mocking me. I admit it, okay? I was wrong!” Pan Zhijie, knowing he had no leg to stand on, lowered his stance once again.
“No, you’re not wrong. How could the great Young Master Pan ever make a mistake?” Qi Fengyu crossed his arms, leaning back against the sofa.
Pan Zhijie held his breath, swallowing his frustration and anger. He had no choice but to endure it since he needed Qi Fengyu’s help. “I just noticed that President Mo seemed to like that person. During the banquet, he kept looking at him. Later, I even saw that person smile at President Mo. I figured he probably liked President Mo too, so I… I took the liberty of bringing him back.”
“Bringing him back? You’re quite powerful, huh? So, tell me—how exactly did you manage to bring him back?” Qi Fengyu’s intuition had been spot on, and now his temples throbbed furiously. If he had a gun on him right now, he’d probably shoot Pan Zhijie just to see if his brain was actually full of weeds.
“Young Master Qi, I…” Pan Zhijie stammered, retreating several steps under Qi Fengyu’s fierce glare, his legs nearly giving out beneath him. How could he have forgotten? This man might act carefree and casual, but he had followed Mo Shaoheng from ‘Master Mo’ to ‘President Mo’ and he himself had risen from ‘Master Qi’ to ‘Young Master Qi.’
Qi Fengyu suddenly realized that even if he strangled Pan Zhijie to death right now, it would only dirty his hands and solve nothing. He cast a cold glance at him. “Where is he?”
“In… in President Mo’s room…” Pan Zhijie stammered, but before he could finish, Qi Fengyu was already gone.
It wasn’t until the loud slam of the door echoed that Pan Zhijie collapsed onto the floor, drained of all strength. The look Qi Fengyu had given him before leaving made him feel as if he were already a lifeless corpse in the other man’s eyes. And it wasn’t just his paranoia, because if Mo Shaoheng wanted someone gone, all it took was a single word, as plenty of people would gladly do the dirty work for him.
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Qi Fengyu stormed out of the living room, because if he stayed even a second longer, he might actually strangle that idiot. Clearly, he’d been too lenient with this useless group lately. They hadn’t grown any sense, but their guts had definitely gotten bigger—big enough to mess with Mo Shaoheng.
The upper floors of the guest house were reserved for the most important guests. And given the close relationship between Mo Shaoheng and Old Master Qin, Mo Shaoheng was treated as a VIP among VIPs, staying on the top floor of the guest house.
Qi Fengyu took the elevator to the tenth floor of the guest house. Mo Shaoheng was still with Old Master Qin, so he had to clean up this “gift” before Mo Shaoheng returned. Old Master Qin valued his reputation above all else, and whether or not Pan Zhijie had acted on his own, any trouble caused in the Qin family’s house would implicate them all.
Still, something Pan Zhijie had said reminded Qi Fengyu of another headache he’d been trying to ignore.
Three years ago, Mo Shaoheng suddenly brought back a three-year-old child from S City. The kid was fair-skinned, soft, and absolutely adorable, instantly winning people over.
At first, Qi Fengyu thought it must’ve been some relative’s child. After all, the Mo family was big and powerful, with all kinds of messy extended family members who’d jump at any chance to squeeze their way in, no matter how distant the connection.
But then Mo Shaoheng casually threw out three words—“my son”—and walked off with the little one like it was no big deal, leaving Qi Fengyu so stunned he nearly bit his own tongue.
Before he could even ask for details, Mo Shaoheng dumped a mountain of tasks on him—find a nanny, buy all the kid’s essentials, and so on.
When Mo Shaoheng gave orders, everything had to be top-notch, and Qi Fengyu had to handle it all personally. He ran around like a headless chicken for a whole day, finally setting up everything to Mo Shaoheng’s satisfaction before the man lost his patience. Only then did Qi Fengyu get a chance to catch his breath and ask about the kid’s origins.
Mo Siyuan was Mo Shaoheng’s biological son—at least that’s what everyone believed now. Honestly, the kid’s eyes and nose looked like they were copied and pasted from Mo Shaoheng. Even Old Madam Mo and the rest of the Mo family couldn’t help but question the child’s identity.
But Qi Fengyu had followed Mo Shaoheng for over a decade and knew the man’s character well. There was no way he’d leave an illegitimate child out in the cold.
If there was ever one exception, it would’ve been the T University graduation party seven years ago. To be honest, even that only happened because Mo Shaoheng had allowed it. Otherwise, no one could’ve gotten close to him.
Qi Fengyu originally thought that what happened between Mo Shaoheng and that person was just a one-night fling. The other person wasn’t ordinary either, so even if Mo Shaoheng had some feelings for them, the situation back then didn’t allow him to act recklessly. The Mo family’s position wasn’t stable yet, and some pests in the underworld were starting to stir.
So by the time Mo Shaoheng had stabilized everything and suddenly reminisced about that one unforgettable night, four years had already passed, and the Ning family was no longer what it used to be.
Qi Fengyu still remembered the moment Mo Shaoheng found out that that person had passed away—he genuinely thought Mo Shaoheng was about to lose it.
The next day, Mo Shaoheng vanished without a trace. A few days later, he came back with a three-year-old boy, whom he named Mo Siyuan.
Qi Fengyu had been so shocked at the time that he missed the obvious. And that was that while the kid’s eyes and nose resembled Mo Shaoheng, his entire face was the spitting image of that person.
That person who had lived in the depths of Mo Shaoheng’s memory for so many years—Ning Xue!
It wasn’t until after Mo Shaoheng brought the child back that Qi Fengyu realized something that sent shivers down his spine.
All these years, it seemed like there had only ever been one Ning Xue in Mo Shaoheng’s life. After that night seven years ago, no one else had ever entered his world.
Qi Fengyu knew there was no way he’d get the truth out of Mo Shaoheng, so he wisely shifted his focus to someone else—“Deadpan Face”. That was the nickname he’d given Mo Shaoheng’s assistant, He Jingyi, because the guy always wore a funeral-ready expression and couldn’t be bothered to say more than a word or two.
Back then, it was He Jingyi who had ditched him to accompany Mo Shaoheng to S City. If He Jingyi didn’t know what had gone down during those days, then he wouldn’t deserve the title of “Devil Assistant”.
And Deadpan Face didn’t disappoint, because he quickly got the information he was after.
His guess had been spot on. Mo Siyuan was indeed Ning Xue’s son. Qi Fengyu couldn’t help but feel like he’d underestimated Ning Xue. Who would’ve thought that after what happened with Mo Shaoheng, Ning Xue would turn around and get married and have a kid?
Judging by Mo Siyuan’s age, Ning Xue must’ve gotten married right after graduating. Otherwise, there’s no way he’d have a kid this old.
Unless… Mo Siyuan really was the child Ning Xue had with Mo Shaoheng. The timeline matched up better that way, and the kid’s baby face did have traces of Mo Shaoheng. But Qi Fengyu felt like his imagination was running so wild that even Nüwa couldn’t patch it back together.
But it really was a pity. Someone who shone so brightly, so boldly, someone so dazzling and extraordinary, had turned into nothing more than insignificant dust scattered across the world. All that was left was a fleeting memory etched in people’s minds. When they thought of him in the future, he’d just be someone they regretted losing deeply.
Qi Fengyu had a vivid impression of Ning Xue too. Someone like him, even if he was just sitting there quietly, with the faintest curve of a not-quite-smile at the corner of his lips, was unforgettable.
Not to mention, Ning Xue was never the low-key type. He flaunted his talents freely, making sure all of T University basked in his brilliance.
He had his own stage where he could shine. He knew how to show off his charm and charisma, turning everyone into his cheering fans and admirers.
Qi Fengyu sighed. Maybe someone like Ning Xue was the only kind of person who could ever catch Mo Shaoheng’s eye.
Every time he saw Mo Shaoheng holding Mo Siyuan, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. If Ning Xue were still alive, maybe he really could’ve been the one to stay by Mo Shaoheng’s side for a lifetime.
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