Chapter 659: Plan 659, implement the second plan (second shift)

"Knock, knock—"

Mo Yuan’s tone was indifferent, "Who is it?"

"It’s me."

Through the door, Mo Yu’s voice came in.

Mo Yuan frowned, "Come in."

Outside the door, Mo Yu gave a self-deprecating smile.

To have to get permission to enter her own husband’s study was truly laughable.

Concealing the emotions on her face, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"Haven’t finished with the documents yet?" Seeing the pile of documents on the desk, Mo Yu asked with concern.

Mo Yuan said, "Almost done."

"Won’t you come back to the bedroom tonight?" Mo Yu asked softly.

Avoiding her question, Mo Yuan said, "You go back and rest first."

Mo Yu’s expression gradually grew dim, and after hesitating for a moment, she spoke in a hoarse voice, "Mo Yuan, I’ve always been puzzled, why can you show a pleasant face to strangers, yet be so cold to me?"

Mo Yuan didn’t understand the meaning of her words and raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

"Forget it, it’s nothing." Mo Yu bit her lip, and in the end, chose to suppress her own emotions.

"You should rest early too."

After saying this, she turned around and left the study.

Watching the door close, Mo Yuan’s eyebrows slightly relaxed.

Show a pleasant face to strangers?

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Back in her own room, the long-suppressed anger could no longer be contained.

Everything on the dressing table was smashed to the floor, the strong scent of perfume filled the air, chokingly intense.

The cold wind poured in from the open window, bit by bit dragging away that choking scent of perfume.

After venting, Mo Yu collapsed onto the sofa, her breathing slightly erratic.

At this moment, her cellphone rang.

Mo Yu picked up the phone irritably, but her expression turned serious when she saw the incoming call number, and she steadied her voice, "Father."

On the other end of the line, the old Master Mo was studying the chessboard with sharp eyes, "What’s the situation at tonight’s auction?"

"Father, the highlight of Gu Yunxing’s auction was that iron box," Mo Yu reported truthfully.

Before she had finished speaking, she keenly heard the sound of something falling to the ground on the other end of the phone, and she fell silent.

The old Master Mo, looking at the chess piece that had dropped onto the board, his brows steeped in displeasure, "Make it clear, what happened?"

Perceiving that the old master’s tone was somewhat displeased, Mo Yu quickly explained the events of the evening’s auction, clarifying the key points.

"Only Ye Jiuliang was at the auction, Chu Chen and his people didn’t go?" the old Master Mo asked.

Mo Yu said, "I didn’t see them at the auction, and I had people check—it seems that Gu Yunxing also sent an invitation to the K organization, but they did not attend."

After a moment of silence, the old Master Mo asked in a cold voice, "Are you sure it was that iron box?"

That girl Ye Jiuliang was full of tricks, he had to be cautious.

"I’ve confirmed it, it’s definitely that iron box," Mo Su said.

"Was that person really Leng Yi?"

"Yes, Burn publicly called him Leng Yi, and that man was wearing a silver mask on his face; it must have been Leng Yi beyond doubt."

After all, there was only one known as Leng Yi; nobody would dare to impersonate him in full view of the public.

"No matter what you have to do, you must find him for me," Mr. Mo’s voice was chillingly cold. "Bring him over to our side."

It didn’t matter to him whose hands the iron box was in; all that counted was being able to open it.

One of the main reasons he had hesitated to strike hard against Chu Chen and the others initially was because of that iron box.

It was all because of Mo Tian, that damned bastard. Had he not destroyed the key to the iron box, he would not have been so helpless against that iron box all these years.

Mo Yu said with difficulty, "Father, Leng Yi is too secretive. Just now at Gu Yunxing, he disappeared in the blink of an eye. I’m afraid finding him won’t be easy."

She was clearer about her father’s obsession with that iron box than anyone else; if they couldn’t find Leng Yi in a short time, she feared she would be scolded by him.

Previously, they had also considered bringing Leng Yi under their command, but his whereabouts were so mysterious they simply couldn’t find him.

"I’ve said it, I don’t care what method you use, you must find him for me. Haven’t you said that Burn and Leng Yi are close? If you can’t find him, then start with Burn," Mr. Mo insisted without room for argument.

As long as he got what was inside the iron box, Chu Chen and the others would no longer be of value to keep around.

Mo Yu choked on her words and responded helplessly, "I understand."

"Keep a close eye on Ye Jiuliang," Mr. Mo instructed. "Tell Mo Su, if Li Mochan doesn’t work out, proceed with the secondary plan."

After hanging up the phone, he gazed at the chessboard’s remaining pieces with a sullen face.

He reached out to pick up a black piece and gave a cold smile; the chess pieces without any use value should be discarded.

...

The sky was a clear blue, with the breeze chasing the floating clouds.

In the dining room, the rich aroma of coffee lingered.

Mo Yuan sat at the head of the table, flipping through the morning paper.

"It’s so late, why hasn’t Mo Chen gotten up yet?" Mo Yu frowned and turned to Aqiao, "Aqiao, go check whether Mo Chen is up."

"I just heard from the servant that the young master left early in the morning and hasn’t returned yet," Aqiao replied, lowering her gaze.

The frown on Mo Yu’s face tightened, "He went out?"

Where could he have gone so early?

Thinking of Ye Jiuliang coming over today, her face slightly soured—could it be that Mo Chen had personally gone to receive that stinky girl, Ye Jiuliang?

This thought instantly robbed her of her appetite for breakfast.

Mo Su glanced at her, quietly continuing her breakfast.

With guests expected, Mo Yuan stayed at home for a rare occasion instead of going to the company.

Mo Yu brought a cup of tea to him, her face showing a rare trace of a smile.

"Young master, let me take that for you," Aqiao offered, as she was closer to the door upon seeing Mo Chen’s hands full of shopping bags, wanting to help share the load.

"No need, no need," Mo Chen shook his head, walking briskly into the living room.

"Mo Chen, why did you buy so much food?" Mo Yu frowned as she looked at the supermarket shopping bags in his hands.

Was there nothing in the house for him to eat that he personally went out to buy some?

Mo Chen placed two big bags of snacks on the table, poured himself a glass of water, gulped down a few mouthfuls to catch his breath, "Sister Ajiu and the others are coming today, and we have no snacks at home, so I went to buy some."

At his words, the smile on Mo Yu’s face faded, and she looked at the two big bags of snacks on the table, feeling inexplicably irritated, "Did you buy these for Ye Jiuliang?"

She had never seen him buy any snacks for Mo Su, yet he was attentive to Ye Jiuliang.

"Yeah," Mo Chen put down his glass, sat down on the sofa, reached into the bag, and took out a packet of potato chips, intending to eat them.

Mo Yu said coldly, "Don’t eat."

With that, she directly reached out and snatched the opened bag of chips from him.

Mo Chen paused, looking at Mo Yu with a puzzled expression, "Why can’t I eat?"

"Those are junk food, eating too much of it is not good for you," Mo Yu said expressionlessly.