Chapter 681, no wonder they are so confident (7)

Her eyes curved into crescents as she spoke, "Then I’ll just look forward to the two of you protecting me, and I’ll concentrate on being a freeloader."

He was right, no matter the outcome, she had him, and soon they would have their little one. What did she have to worry about?

"Okay," Li Mochan pinched her face, "Be a chubby little freeloader."

Ye Jiuliang glanced sideways at him with disdain, "I don’t want to be chubby, it would affect my grandpa’s coolness."

Li Mochan let out a low chuckle, "Chubby is quite cute, though."

"I don’t want that," she protested while picking up another piece of fried chicken to nibble on.

Going along with her words, Li Mochan said, "Okay, okay, you don’t have to be chubby, our baby can be the chubby one."

"That’s more like it."

...

Tengyue Group

CEO’s Office

The black, white, and grey decor, along with the cold color scheme, revealed the owner’s taste.

"Knock, knock—"

"Come in."

The office door was ajar, and Mo Su pushed it open gently to enter.

Seeing the man sitting at the desk, Mo Su, in her high heels, walked over slowly.

"Dad, you wanted to see me."

Mo Yuan put down the document, his gaze moving away from the computer screen and sweeping over her indifferently.

"I hear you’ve been getting very close to a shareholder of mk Group recently?"

Mo Su’s eyes flickered slightly. She had anticipated that Mo Yuan would become aware of this, but she hadn’t expected him to find out so quickly.

She calmly replied, "Yes."

"Are you trying to acquire the shares from the hands of mk Group’s shareholders?" Mo Yuan didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly.

"Yes." Mo Su answered truthfully.

Mo Yuan’s expression darkened slightly, dictating resolutely, "Immediately stop your plans."

"Dad, I’m afraid I can’t agree to this. It’s very common in business, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what I’m doing," Mo Su’s voice remained calm.

"You know full well that Tengyue Group is in talks with mk Group about a partnership, and yet you are playing these underhanded tricks. Do you really think Li Mochan won’t find out?" Mo Yuan snorted coldly, scolding her.

"Put aside whether you can successfully get the shares from mk Group’s shareholders. Even if you do, what then? If mk Group retaliates, Tengyue Group will also be greatly weakened. With both conglomerates clashing, others will be the ones to benefit."

Mo Su listened quietly until he finished, then she finally spoke up, "Dad, this is already a done deal. Even if you disagree, I still must do it."

Upon hearing her words, Mo Yuan’s face turned utterly dark, "If you insist on doing this, then you can leave the Group right now."

"This is Grandpa’s order. If you have objections, Dad, please discuss them with Grandpa," Mo Su mentioned the elder Mr. Mo, speaking neither too fast nor too slow.

Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing it was the old Mr. Mo backing her up—no wonder she was so confident.

His tone grew heavy, "Mo Su, you don’t need to use the old man as a shield. I don’t agree with this, and no one can change my mind, unless I leave Tengyue Group."

"Then please go and discuss it with Grandpa. After all, I am just following Grandpa’s orders," Mo Su suppressed the anger in her heart and spoke expressionlessly.

Mo Yuan looked at her with piercing eyes, truly sizing up his daughter for the first time after so many years.

Unlike Mo Chen, Mo Su was assertive and ambitious, having been raised by the old Mr. Mo. Her disposition was no different from the old man’s, ambition included.

Previously, she still concealed her ambition, but now, she was no longer restraining herself.

In a moment, he averted his gaze and reached for the cell phone on the table.

He dialed a number, waiting for the person on the other end of the line to pick up.

Mo Su sneakily glanced at him, guessing that he was probably calling the old Mr. Mo.

They waited a good while, but no one answered the call.

Mo Yuan hung up and dialed again.

After a short wait, the result was still the same—no one answered.

Mo Yuan furrowed his brows; the old man rarely missed a phone call.

He set down the cellphone, looked up at Mo Su, and said, "You go out first."

Mo Su lowered her eyes and turned to walk out.

Not long after she left, Hong Li pushed the door and entered.

"President Mo."

"Have someone keep an eye on Mo Su, and see which shareholder from MK Group she has been in contact with," Mo Yuan ordered with a grave voice.

A hint of astonishment flickered in Hong Li’s eyes, but he did not ask any further questions. "Yes."

"Also, find out what the old man has been busy with lately."

"Yes."

Mo Yuan raised his hand to massage the center of his brow, as the familiar feeling of dizziness struck again, causing a slight pain at the side of his forehead.

Hiss.

Seeing his discomfort, Hong Li’s face tightened, "President Mo, are you alright?"

The headache intensified gradually. Mo Yuan stretched his hand to pull open the drawer, took out a bottle of medicine, and was about to twist the cap when a woman’s gentle voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Medicine is poison in some measure, it’s better to take less."

Mo Yuan fixed his gaze on the bottle of medicine in his hand, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"President Mo, what’s wrong?" Seeing him staring at the bottle but not taking any pills, Hong Li grew even more worried.

Mo Yuan snapped back to reality, threw the bottle back into the drawer, and leaned back in his chair, "It’s nothing."

Suddenly recalling something, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of candy.

Peeling off the wrapper, a faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

In front of him, Hong Li’s eyes widened at the sight of Mo Yuan eating candy, wondering if he was hallucinating.

Could it be true?

Isn’t President Mo known to hate sweets the most?

"I have signed all these documents; you can go out now."

His deep voice rose, and even though Hong Li’s face still showed traces of shock, he grasped the documents on the table and quickly walked out.

Mo Yuan fiddled with the candy wrapper; the unbearable headache seemed to have eased a bit.

Mo Chen was right; this candy did taste quite good.

Such a big glass jar, yet he only gave him two pieces—quite stingy.

...

Back in her own office, Mo Su immediately contacted Zhao Zhe.

If her father had found out about this, she must accelerate her efforts; otherwise, if he were to intervene, it would cause a lot of trouble for her.

The best course of action now was to quickly secure the shares from Zhao Zhe.

Without much waiting, someone on the other end of the phone picked up, "Hello, how can I help you?"

Hearing a woman’s voice, Mo Su’s eyebrows slightly raised, "Is President Zhao there?"

"Yes, one moment please."

The next moment, Zhao Zhe’s voice came through, "Vice President Mo, I’ve changed my mind, I’m not selling the shares anymore."

Mo Su’s face suddenly turned grim, her voice turning chilly, "President Zhao, we had an agreement before, you can’t just change your mind without giving me a reason, can you?"

"I’m sorry, Vice President Mo, I’ve just decided otherwise on the spur of the moment, I’m not selling the shares, please look for someone else," Zhao Zhe, lying in bed wrapped in bandages, his complexion as pale as paper, replied on the other end of the phone.

Mo Su’s hand clenched fiercely where it rested on the table, her tone revealing a trace of anger, "Are you trying to play me, President Zhao?"

"Vice President Mo, I’m really sorry, I have other matters to attend to, I have to hang up now."