Translator: Lonelytree
No one expected that this person would come with such a complicated background. After he got this information, the clogs in Elder Mo’s brain started to turn.
Since the second uncle basically owed his life to his older brother, the power of the Quan Family would naturally be left with that person.
Mo Yi looked at his daughter, his heart skipping a beat… To think that his daughter would know such a thing. He thought Mo Li went to school just to talk about nails, fashion and boys.
What Mo Li said and did that day had fully changed Mo Yi’s impression of her!
The Mo Family couldn’t compare to the power of the Quan Family, but as a branch of the family, NS Group would be at the same power level as the Mo Family.
As for Mo Li, she did not know much more about this second male lead. The story didn’t elaborate on the denouement of this character. His only involvement was that he brought Mo Li back to the country after he discovered her walking the streets in pure accident.
Perhaps he was doing that just to annoy Han Xu but he had inadvertently saved Mo Li’s life. Mo Li’s life in the original ended with her execution by the mafia. She did not even know who ordered her execution, Mo Li had too many enemies to pick from.
However, Mo Li did remember that this second male lead was incredibly meticulous, unapproachable and flawlessly handsome. He did things based on his temperament, and was very picky about everything around him. He carried disdain for most people and things. He believed in detachment from relationships and material things, and thus avoided women like the plague…
This was someone who did not enjoy life. He was not afraid of death, but his family did everything within their power to ensure that he survive so much so that whenever this young master fell ill, the entire capital would be plunged into chaos.
After sharing a few more words with his parents, Mo Yi was about to bring Mo Li home.
Although Madam Wu was extremely reluctant to part with Mo Li, she conceded when she heard that Mo Yun had arranged a tutor for Mo Li. She knew the importance of education.
“Mother, I’ll bring Mo Li back soon. For the next few days, she’ll have to stay at home to reflect on her mistakes and focus on her studies.” Only after Mo Yi promised that he would bring Mo Li back to visit them soon that he was allowed to leave. For the next 3 days, Mo Li stayed at home quietly.
She spent the entire day either cooped up in the laboratory downstairs or studying history and politics with Han Xu.
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That early morning, Mo Li went downstairs to have breakfast. Mo Li had to admit that Aunt Qiu’s low-fat breakfast was very appetizing. She made a mental note to ask her for the recipe. Mo Li was alone at the dining table as her parents and her second brother had already finished their breakfast and left. Mo Li noted her big brother’s pair of slippers at the door as well as the glass of smoothie on the table. She couldn’t help but look upstairs.
Upstairs, Mo Yun woke up with a heaviness in his head. He opened his throat to call for help but realized his throat had swollen shut and he could only make a hoarse voice when he spoke. With great effort, he found a thermometer, and confirmed that he did suffer from a fever. He was burning up at 39 degrees Celsius.
This fever came at the most inconvenient time. There were so many things for him to do lately. He found himself circulating between the hospital, company and home recently…
He took a glass of water and drank it.
I’ll sleep for a bit, maybe I’ll feel better when I wake up. Then I’ll have to contact the company branch at South America. The company has to keep running. The new secretary is too inexperienced, they might not be able to handle things well.
Based on the time, father and Lil’ Two would be at the company already and mother would be at the hospital to accompany Lil’ Three…
Mo Yun laid in bed and his mind wandered. Through his daze, he believed he heard someone open the door.
Is it Aunt Qiu or Qiao Qing?
The person came in carrying a glass of liquid. Seeing him lying in bed, the person placed the glass on the bedside table.
Mo Yun felt parched so he reached for the glass but the moment he moved, pain shot through his body. As if reading his thoughts, the person picked up the glass and supplied him with a straw.
Mo Yun laid back down after he quenched his throat. Then he felt a pair of soft hands touching his forehead.
This softness of skin… Mo Li? When did she learn how to take care of others?
While Mo Yun was confused, Mo Li stood up and left. Not long after, she returned. She brought with her some cooling patch and fever medicine as well as a light and simple breakfast.
Mo Yun looked at her, his eyes filled with shock and puzzlement. Perhaps the fever had fried his brain because he could not fathom what was happening.
“How did… you…” Mo Yin squeezed through labored breath. Every word was an effort.
“Your glass of fruit and vegetable smoothie is still on the dining table.”
The man in bed was a highly disciplined person. He woke up at the same time every day. Then he would go downstairs punctually to drink the smoothie concocted from avocado, kale, snow lotus fruit, banana, lemon, and milk that Aunt Qiu had prepared for him.
That had been his habit since he was young. There might be some changes to the smoothie depending on the season but his schedule had not changed since time immemorial.
