Chapter 304, Do you want to learn from her? (Third update)

"Have you had enough?" Li Shaohui flung off her hand, his face ashen as he barked.

"I have several important partnerships to discuss these next few days, and I’ll be on a business trip in a few days. I’m not in the mood to argue with you."

With that, he straightened his collar and left without looking back.

Fang Hui stood frozen in place, staring dully at his retreating figure.

"Bang—"

The sound of the door slamming jolted her back to her senses.

She growled hysterically, "Li Shaohui!"

He had actually shown her such impatience. After all she had done for him, he was so ungrateful.

Outside the hotel door, a dark figure lurked behind a large tree not far from the fountain.

Seeing Li Shaohui leave the hotel, the flashbulbs "click-clicked" away.

As the car drove away, Xue Wu emerged from behind the tree.

He took out his phone and made a call, "Master Jiu, the deed is done. Fang Hui hasn’t left yet."

On the other end of the phone, Ye Jiuliang lounged on the couch watching television. Hearing Xue Wu’s report, she smirked with amusement.

"Now that Mrs. Fang is so heartbroken and lonely, why don’t you hurry and send a sweet young man her way."

"Understood." Xue Wu instantly grasped the implications in her words.

"Remember to find someone handsome for her," Ye Jiuliang said with a laugh.

Xue Wu’s lips twitched, "...Got it."

F Country

An endless sea of flowers shimmered with an intoxicating fragrance under the sunlight.

"Madam, the young master has been fighting and causing trouble at school these past two days, and he’s been skipping classes too. The school has called many times now. If this matter is not dealt with, I’m afraid it will reach the ears of the master and the young master will inevitably face punishment," Aqiao said.

At this, Mo Yu’s face suddenly darkened. She dropped the basket, scattering the flowers all around.

She stepped over the flowers on the ground and walked back, her expression extremely displeased, "Why didn’t you mention this earlier? Where is Mo Chen?"

"The young master didn’t go to school today and has stayed in his room all day," Aqiao said, bowing her head respectfully.

Mo Yu’s face was stern, her eyes betraying her irritation.

This damned brat, truly determined to oppose her.

The dazzling sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the boy’s chestnut hair.

His handsome, childish face was filled with a smile as he sat on the carpet, studying a blueprint.

The table in front of him was covered in Lego bricks.

His sister liked motorcycles, so he wanted to build her a Lego motorcycle as a meeting gift. She would surely love it.

"Knock knock—"

Loud knocking startled him, and the Lego bricks in his hand fell to the ground.

"Mo Chen, open the door for me."

Even through the door, Mo Chen could feel his mother’s towering rage.

Mo Chen shrank his neck and hurriedly moved the Lego bricks from the table to the bed.

He made an excuse, "I’m sleeping. Whatever it is, we can talk about it later."

"Open the door for me now, Mo Chen. I’m counting to three," Mo Yu commanded forcefully from outside, shooting a glance at Aqiao.

Aqiao nodded, turned around, and went to get the key.

In a frenzy, Mo Chen threw the Lego bricks onto the bed and pulled the blanket over them, "I’m very tired, I don’t want to talk about anything right now."

Before the voice fell, the door was suddenly slammed open.

Mo Chen was stunned and slumped onto the bed. He jerkily raised his head just as Mo Yu walked in.

Seeing her son sitting on the edge of the bed, Mo Yu walked over with a stern face, "Mo Chen, why didn’t you go to school today?"

"I didn’t want to." Mo Chen pulled in his legs and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Then explain to me why you were fighting and causing trouble at school, and why you skipped class. Who told you to do that?" Mo Yu suppressed her anger and sternly questioned.

Mo Chen mustered his courage, looking every bit the rebellious teenager, "They started it, so I fought back. That’s it. I don’t like that school, so I didn’t go to class."

"What, you want to be like that dead girl?" Mo Yu reached out, yanked him down, and scolded displeasedly, "That dead girl fights and causes trouble at school, and skips classes too. Do you have to imitate everything she does?"

"She’s not a dead girl, she’s my sister," Mo Chen emphasized tirelessly.

On this issue, the teenager always had a stern look on his delicate baby face.

"I’ve told you before, she’s not," Mo Yu’s voice became agitated, as the scent of gunpowder between mother and son grew stronger.

"Mo Chen, I’m telling you, you mustn’t learn from her. You should learn from your own sister. Your sister is the most outstanding person."

Mo Chen shook off her hand and defiantly met her gaze with his clear, bright eyes, "Ye Jiuliang is great, and I like her as my sister."

Hearing her son praise Ye Jiuliang out loud, Mo Yu was close to losing her mind.

She caught a glimpse of something protruding from the bed and, caught off guard, she reached out and pulled the blanket away.

In an instant, the building blocks wrapped in the blanket scattered across the floor.

Mo Chen’s eyes tightened, and he reflexively moved to pick them up.

But as he reached out, his hand was grabbed by another hand painted with red nail polish.

Mo Yu glanced at the Lego blocks on the floor, then picked up the drawing. The model on it darkened her expression even further.

"Mo Chen, who told you to buy these?"

He was her own son, yet why was he so intent on pleasing that dead girl Ye Jiuliang?

What kind of witchcraft had that dead girl cast on him?

"I..." Mo Chen started to stammer.

Mo Yu snorted coldly and, in front of him, tore the drawing to pieces.

Mo Chen’s mind was jolted. He snatched the torn pieces from her hand, and for the first time, his fine features were tinged with anger, "Mom, what are you doing? What gives you the right to destroy my things?"

Mo Yu threw her hand up, and the torn pieces fluttered in the air.

She tugged at the corner of her lips, her smile cold and cruel, "I’ll tell you, Mo Chen, even if you imitate her, even if you use these to please her, she’s definitely not going to like you, much less accept you as her brother because she will only hate you."

"No, I don’t believe you." Mo Chen covered his ears, "Get out, get out, I don’t want to see you."

Previously, his sister had saved him; how could she possibly hate him?

"Mo Chen, you’d better wake up. We are the family, Ye Jiuliang that dead girl, she’s just an outsider," Mo Yu continued to provoke him.

"Get out." Mo Chen shoved her out the door and violently slammed it shut behind her.

"Bang—"

"Madam, are you alright?" Aqiao asked in a soft voice as she saw Mo Yu pushed out.

Mo Yu shook her head, her expression somber, "This rotten kid is becoming more and more disobedient, completely bewitched by that dead girl Ye Jiuliang."

It was a mistake for him to have overheard the last conversation.

"Madam, your father just called, saying that he wants you to go see him," Aqiao reported.

Mo Yu straightened her disheveled clothes, "Have someone keep a close watch on Mo Chen, I won’t be back tonight."

Aqiao bowed slightly, "Yes."