Chapter 774, Prepare a Generous Gift (1)

"Really? Mo Lingling isn’t actually Master’s biological granddaughter?" Ji Mingqian asked curiously, a hint of excitement spreading across his face.

They had only mentioned it as a joke before; they had never expected it to come true.

The others were also surprised.

Wang Shuo nodded and said, "Mo Lingling is not your master’s biological granddaughter. This comes straight from Mo Ce himself, and I also heard him saying that Mo Lingling was only entrusted to your master by a very close friend of the old man on his deathbed, asking your master to take care of her."

"What the heck," Gu Xinuo said, feeling a little disheveled by the news.

"However close the friendship, there’s no need to treat Mo Lingling as if she were his own granddaughter."

If it hadn’t been for considering Mo Lingling as their master’s granddaughter, how could they have tolerated her until now?

"I’ve heard that the friend owed a life debt to the old man, which is why he adopted Mo Lingling and treated her as his granddaughter," Wang Shuo explained.

Upon hearing this, Ji Mingqian couldn’t help but comment, "No wonder Mo Lingling has such poor intelligence, nothing like Master at all—as it turns out, she isn’t his biological granddaughter."

That made it easier for them—they wouldn’t have to keep holding back when dealing with Mo Lingling out of respect for their master.

"The theft of the medicinal herbs, the fake Star of the Sea, and even the continued pursuit by the Mo Family afterward—most of these were orchestrated by Mo Ce from behind the scenes," Wang Shuo continued.

Ye Jiuliang’s fingertips rested against his chin, and he quickly came to terms with the fact that Mo Lingling wasn’t his master’s biological granddaughter.

His luminous, cold eyes glinted with a dark light as a plan gradually took shape in his mind.

"By the way, Wang Shuo, how many people are stationed on the island where Mo Ce lives?" Chu Chen asked.

Wang Shuo shook his head, "Not many, probably just a few dozen, but all of them are skilled."

A collaborative assault by the Dark Hall and Organization K had caused Mo Ce to lose nearly half his forces lately, and almost all of his other strongholds had been destroyed. He had indeed suffered a severe blow.

Noticing that Ye Jiuliang had been silent, Gu Xinuo looked at her with an inquiring gaze, "Ajiu, what do you think?"

After pondering for a moment, Ye Jiuliang looked up at Wang Shuo and said calmly, "Wang Shuo, you go back first, pretend you still haven’t recovered your memory, and keep the housekeeper Mo occupied for now."

This tactic was something Mo Ce had taught her. If he dared to use Wang Shuo’s amnesia to make them fight amongst themselves, she ought to prepare a generous gift for him—it’d be rude not to show such ’courtesy’ in return.

Since everyone said the housekeeper Mo was the person closest and most trusted by Mo Ce, then she might as well start with him.

Having regained his memory, Wang Shuo instantly understood what she meant with just one sentence. He smirked, his smile broad and cheerful, "That suits me just fine."

Over the years, they had used him again and again—every single incident he intended to personally reclaim, with interest.

Later on, he belatedly remembered something he had forgotten, "Right, one more thing—all those people are taking orders from the housekeeper Mo."

If they could get their hands on the housekeeper Mo, perhaps they could even use him to control those people.

"What does the housekeeper Mo look like, how tall is he, thin or fat?" Ji Mingqian suddenly interrupted to ask.

Wang Shuo wasn’t sure where he was going with this but answered truthfully, "He’s a bit taller than me, and a bit skinnier."

Ji Mingqian looked at Wang Shuo and then compared it to himself; that should be about the same.

"Aqian, you’re not thinking of disguising yourself as the housekeeper Mo to get close to Mo Ce, are you?" Gu Xinuo instantly caught on to his idea, as the tacit understanding from growing up together wasn’t for nothing.

Ji Mingqian raised an eyebrow, "Mo Ce has used this strategy against us before. Plus, he even used Wang Shuo’s amnesia to have us turn on each other—I’m just learning from him."

"But the housekeeper Mo must be at least in his forties or fifties; can you really disguise yourself convincingly?" Gu Xinuo questioned skeptically.

Ji Mingqian scoffed, "Piece of cake."

"Then it’s settled, Aqian, you follow Wang Shuo and sneak in first; we’ll follow behind," Chu Chen said.

Ye Jiuliang stood up, "There’s no time to lose, let’s set off."

The longer the delay, the greater the risk of variables.

Under the pitch-black night sky, the airplane pierced through the clouds and gradually faded away, until even a glimmer of red light disappeared without a trace.

...

Ye Family.

Deep in the night, the living room was brightly lit.

After an argument, the cold atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

Ye Yu’s face still harbored unspent anger as she fixed her gaze steadily on the old Ye patriarch, waiting for him to give her justice.

The matter had arisen that afternoon, when Ye Miao had been beaten bloody in a back alley behind a bar, nearly losing his life. When Ye Yu arrived at the hospital and saw the terrible state of her son, she nearly fainted.

Despite an investigation, the perpetrator who beat Ye Miao couldn’t be found. Ye Yu suspected Ye Jiuliang was responsible.

And now, she was insisting that the old patriarch question Ye Jiuliang. If it turned out to be her doing, justice had to be sought on her behalf.

With the previous incident involving Ye Lei, the old Ye patriarch naturally had learned his lesson and was not going to blindly trust her side of the story to suspect Ye Jiuliang.

After all, the relationship between Ye Jiuliang and the Ye family was already at a freezing point. If he were to doubt her over this matter, it would undoubtedly turn her completely cold towards the Ye family.

Failing to reach an agreement, they naturally started arguing, and that had led to the current, embarrassing silence.

The old Ye patriarch had been silent all this while, and Ye Yu could probably understand his thoughts by now.

Still furious, her tone was nowhere near pleasant, "Dad, I only have this one son, Ye Miao. I won’t let anyone who lays a hand on him get away with it. If you choose to stand by and watch, then I’ll just go ask second brother myself."

With those words, she turned and swiftly ran out.

"Stop right there." The old Ye patriarch slammed his hand on the table and stood up, but before he could call out to her, she had already run out of sight.

Aren hurried in from outside, "Old Master, Miss Ye Yu has left, couldn’t hold her back."

Upon hearing this, the old Ye patriarch’s face showed annoyance as he got up and walked outside, "Get the car ready, we’re going to Ye Yuan’s."

Aren responded with an acknowledgment and ran out ahead to prepare the car for him.

Suddenly, only Xiang Zhen and her daughter were left in the living room.

Ye Xin stood up and ran to the door. Hearing the sound of the car engine starting in the courtyard, she made sure everyone had left before coming back.

She walked back and sat down beside Xiang Zhen, whispering in her ear, "Mom, this incident wouldn’t have anything to do with you, would it?"

She couldn’t help suspecting her. It was just too coincidental that Ye Miao had an accident shortly after she sang like a canary.

Xiang Zhen glanced at her, "Children shouldn’t meddle in adult affairs, especially with this matter."

She knew that Ye Miao’s incident would throw Ye Yu into total disarray, and indeed it had.

Now was the perfect opportunity for Ye Lei to seize control of the corporation while Ye Yu was preoccupied with Ye Miao’s situation.

Meeting her mother’s calm gaze, Ye Xin confirmed her suspicions.

In that instant, the image of Ye Yuan’s icily distant gaze flashed across her mind, and she couldn’t help feeling worried, "But now, if Auntie makes a fuss and goes to second uncle, and if he traces it back to us, what do we do?"