Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Du——du——”
The phone rang for quite a while, but nobody picked up.
Just when Mo Yongheng was about to end the call and redial, Zheng Yan finally answered.
The moment the call was answered, a loud thud came from the other end of the line, as if the phone had dropped to the ground.
Following that came a rustling sound.
Quite a few seconds later, Mo Yongheng finally heard Zheng Yan’s slightly stuttering voice from the other end.
“Yo… Young Master Yongheng, you’re looking for me?”
“Are you home?” Mo Yongheng’s eyes narrowed as he asked, not answering her question.
Zheng Yan was, as expected, led away by him from her original question and answered him obediently.
“Not yet, I’m still in the car. Fan Yu says that he’s free today and can come to the Zheng Corporation to help me see if there are any oversights in our management. He and Young Master Han are both talents in the business industry. I wouldn’t be able to get their help even if I paid them. Since he’s willing to help me, I’ll definitely not reject…”
The person on the other end seemed excited upon mentioning Fan Yu and started to blabber on.
Even her initial nervousness and stuttering when she answered the call was now gone.
Over the phone and without seeing how she looked, Mo Yongheng could imagine her merrily chatting with Fan Yu in the same car now.
She… liked Fan Yu a lot?
“Young Master Yongheng? Young Master Yongheng?”
Only after going on for some time, did Zheng Yan on the other end of the line realize that Mo Yongheng had not been speaking for the whole time and hurriedly asked, “Is there something you wanted?”
“Nothing.” Mo Yongheng muttered lightly before hanging up.
After throwing his phone aside, he lit up another cigarette and after taking a few puffs, he put it out in frustration and smashed his fist on the steering wheel.
He then started the engine again and drove the car towards Mo Chengliang’s villa.
All the way there, he sped furiously and when he finally stopped, he raised his head to look at the villa before him. At the thought of the Mo Family elderly head who had not recovered completely, the anger on his face gradually diminished.
Taking in a deep breath to compose his emotions, he pushed the car door open and got out.
He then strolled into the villa.
Although Mo Chengliang’s villa could not compare to the villa of the Mo Family’s head, the decor was still exquisite and refined.
As it was summer, there was a vibrant and beautiful scene of flowers blooming in the courtyard.
In the distance, there was a sea of flowers.
Since it was a bright afternoon, there were even butterflies fluttering around them.
“Young Master Yongheng!”
Upon hearing that Mo Yongheng had come, the butler came out and greeted him respectfully.
Mo Yongheng had always kept a low profile in the Mo Family and after nodding slightly, he picked up his pace and headed to the room where the Mo Family’s elderly head was resting.
At the same time, he inquired, “Who’s taking care of the Old Master now?”
“The King of Medicine and Tan Bengbeng. The two have been here the whole of today, ” the butler answered respectfully.
Hearing this, Mo Yongheng narrowed his eyes and gestured for the butler to take his leave now while he turned to enter the elderly head’s room.
The moment he pushed open the door and entered the room, he saw Qi Yan trying his best to cling to Tan Bengbeng on the sofa.
“Bengbeng, quick, look. I have dark eye circles now. It must be because I’ve been so tired from taking care of the elderly head these last two days. I need a hug of consolation…”
With that, Qi Yan was about to lunge himself onto Tan Bengbeng when the following second, he saw Mo Yongheng arrive before them.
A pair of eyes were staring right at them intently.
Tan Bengbeng had a huge fright, Qi Yan himself was so surprised that he turned his hand around and pulled Tan Bengbeng into his arms tightly.
He then pulled her to the side a little and raised his devilish eyes slightly.
“You come rushing in here without making a sound, who are you trying to scare to death?”
“…”
Mo Yongheng’s brows furrowed tightly and his gaze seemed restrained as if he was trying his best to stop himself from beating up Qi Yan.
