Chapter 438, The Promise Made Initially (four updates)

This chess game, he was curious to see who would have the last laugh.

"Knock knock—"

The knocking sounded rhythmically.

The Mo family butler, upon seeing the visitor, bowed respectfully, "Miss."

Mo Yu, in a purple cheongsam, brightened the room’s dreariness with its vibrant hue.

She walked over slowly in her high heels, bending slightly, "Father."

Understanding, the butler withdrew.

The endless silence was somewhat suffocating.

With his back to her, Old Master Mo spoke indifferently, "What is it?"

"Father, Mo Chen has already gone to the capital. Do you have any other plans moving forward?" Mo Yu hesitated before asking tentatively.

Seeing through her thoughts, Old Master Mo’s voice was cold as he asked, "What, are you afraid that my plans will harm Mo Chen?"

Hearing his displeasure, Mo Yu quickly clarified, "No, that’s not what I meant."

"Mo Yu, you know that I detest sentimentalism and indecisiveness," Old Master Mo said.

Mo Yu bit her lip. It was precisely because she was all too aware of what kind of person her father was that she feared his plans might end up sacrificing Mo Chen.

Old Master Mo turned around, his piercing gaze settling on her, "Mo Yu, actually, you’re not even as good as your daughter. Now, I even have some regrets about only taking Mo Su back to raise personally, leaving Mo Chen by your side. Look at Mo Chen now, do you see even a hint of a Mo family member in him?"

Mo Yu’s face turned ashen, her hands clenched tightly.

The only condition her father had set when he agreed to let her have a child was that he must take the child away after birth. Over the years, Mo Su had always been personally taught by Old Master Mo and wasn’t much closer to her, the mother.

Because of this, she doted on Mo Chen even more, indulging him in everything as long as it wasn’t too excessive.

"Mo Yu, don’t forget what you promised me back then. If you break the agreement, then..."

Guessing what he would say next, Mo Yu interjected anxiously.

"Father, please don’t. I haven’t forgotten. Don’t lay a hand on him."

Old Master Mo sneered coldly, warning, "Don’t send people to watch over Mo Chen anymore. Ye Jiuliang is too clever. Having too many people follow Mo Chen will eventually arouse her suspicions."

Mo Yu lowered her head, "Yes."

...

In the private room, the singing floated through the air, the vibe explosive.

Some were eating; others were singing karaoke.

At the dining table, Jiang Yisheng ate unhurriedly, occasionally glancing at the man surrounded by Allen and others.

To his amazement, it was Ji Mingqian’s singing that was astonishing. It turned out there was some reason behind Jiuliang egging on Ji Mingqian to be a guest performer on his tour.

After finishing a song, Ji Mingqian came back, pulling out the chair to sit beside him.

He picked up a wine glass, filled it with red wine, and began to drink.

Seeing Jiang Yisheng still eating, he asked with a chuckle, "Haven’t you had enough?"

Jiang Yisheng glanced at him, "Any objections?"

"None at all, keep eating," Ji Mingqian replied amiably.

"Jiang, why not sing a song too?" Allen invited.

"Really, the opportunity to hear international superstar Jiang’s singing voice comes once in a blue moon," others echoed, egging him on.

Jiang Yisheng was still chewing his food and nearly choked, hastily declining, "I haven’t finished eating yet, you guys go ahead and sing."

"Have something more after—sing one first," Allen insisted, pushing a microphone into his hand with a grin.

With the microphone in hand, Jiang Yisheng felt it was inexplicably hot to the touch.