Cheng Jia looked at Mo Xiuchen in surprise. "Young Master Mo, this weekend is your birthday?"
A trace of mockery flashed deep in Mo Xiuchen's cold eyes. His sharp and handsome features were covered with a thin layer of frost, his expression indifferent and disdainful.
His birthday was the eighth day of the eighth lunar month.
But what he really wanted to ask was—Mo Jingteng might remember his birthday, but did he also remember that it was the anniversary of his mother's death? On his eighth birthday, his mother had jumped to her death right in front of him…
Mo Jingteng had truly forgotten. It wasn't until he saw the sudden coldness in Mo Xiuchen's expression that he realized it. A flicker of embarrassment flashed across his aged face, which had been tempered by years of experience. Beside him, Cheng Jia, keenly observing the situation, also noticed the change in Mo Xiuchen's expression. She bit her lip lightly and dared not speak further.
The atmosphere in the spacious office suddenly turned frigid.
Meeting his son's mocking gaze, Mo Jingteng opened his mouth, wanting to explain but not knowing how. Next to him, Xiao Wenqing's eyes flickered with a fleeting trace of cold amusement, just as she was about to speak—when suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted them.
"Come in!"
Mo Jingteng's expression changed slightly. Seizing the opportunity to avoid Mo Xiuchen's sarcastic gaze, he responded in a deep voice.
The person who entered was Mo Zixuan, holding a document in his hand. Upon seeing Mo Xiuchen in the office, a flash of coldness appeared in his eyes.
Mo Jingteng noticed the document in Mo Zixuan's hand and was about to ask what it was, hoping to steer the conversation away from the previous awkwardness. However, before he could speak, Mo Xiuchen, who had been exuding a chilling aura just moments ago, suddenly curled his lips into a smile and readily agreed, "Sure! Wen Ran and I will definitely come home this weekend. Let's invite Zhou Lin as well—after all, she's already Zixuan's woman. Who knows, maybe she's already carrying the next heir of the Mo family."
"…"
Mo Zixuan had just stepped in and had no idea what had transpired in the office earlier. Upon hearing Mo Xiuchen's words, his handsome face immediately darkened, and his sharp gaze shot toward him. His fingers tightened around the document in his hand.
Mo Jingteng frowned slightly, then turned to his younger son and said sternly, "Zixuan, let Zhou Lin know that she should come home for dinner this weekend. We should also pick a date to finalize the wedding."
Seething with anger, Mo Zixuan blurted out without thinking, "If you want a wedding, go ahead and have one yourself! I will never marry Zhou Lin."
"Zixuan, how can you talk to your father like that?"
Xiao Wenqing's expression changed, and she quickly tried to stop Mo Zixuan. After all, there was still an outsider present in the room.
Mo Zixuan, however, remained unfazed and continued, "Why shouldn't I? I don't even like Zhou Lin! I've told you—I was set up! The only woman I love is Wen Ran. If I can't have her, I won't marry anyone in this lifetime."
As he spoke, Mo Zixuan shot a furious glare at Mo Xiuchen. He was convinced that it was Mo Xiuchen who had orchestrated the setup that led to him and Zhou Lin ending up in bed together—just so he could take the woman he loved.
Mo Xiuchen's lips curled into a cold smirk. His narrow eyes held undisguised contempt as he responded with an air of casualness, yet his words carried a strong warning and unmistakable chill: "Wen Ran is your sister-in-law, not someone you can covet. And she's certainly not the kind of woman who would sleep with a man so easily—unlike Zhou Lin."
"Ranran was originally my girlfriend! If you hadn't used such despicable means to take her, she would never have married you!"
Mo Zixuan was furious beyond words. He was convinced that it was Mo Xiuchen who had drugged him.
"Despicable means?"
Mo Xiuchen let out a cold chuckle. "I'd love to know who exactly used despicable means—who drugged you that night? If you ever find out, do let me know. I'll have to thank them!"