Mo Zixuan staggered toward the sofa and collapsed onto it. He reached for the glass on the coffee table, poured himself some water, and brought it to his lips with trembling hands. Yet, no matter how much he drank, he couldn't wash away the image of Wen Ran from his mind.
Frustrated, he furrowed his brows. After emptying the glass, he didn't set it down but gripped it tightly instead. His bloodshot eyes—whether from alcohol or jealousy—flashed with resentment as he gritted his teeth. "There's no way his condition is cured. If he had really recovered, he would have left some marks on Wen Ran."
Given Mo Xiuchen's hatred toward him, he would have at least left a few love bites on Wen Ran's neck to taunt him.
Xiao Wenqing, however, disagreed. She sat beside him and shared her thoughts. "I don't think that's the case. If Mo Xiuchen has been hiding his illness all this time, then he must have a bigger plan. Zixuan, his influence in the company is growing. If you don't take action soon, the entire MS Group will fall into his hands."
"I don't care about the company—I only want Wen Ran."
Mo Zixuan slammed the glass onto the table, rubbing his aching forehead. He was never one to drink excessively, but the pain in his heart had driven him to intoxication.
"How can you be so short-sighted?" Xiao Wenqing snapped, her eyes glinting coldly. "If you control the entire company, Wen Ran will be yours without question—hell, you could have ten women if you wanted. But if Mo Xiuchen takes over, forget about Wen Ran—you won't even be able to stay in G City."
She had never underestimated Mo Xiuchen. Over the years, she had tried countless times to eliminate him, yet he had survived every single one of her attempts. Now, she dared not let her guard down for even a second.
With Mo Xiuchen's intelligence and cunning, she feared he already knew everything…
A shadow of malice flickered across her face. She couldn't let him win. She had to strike first.
Mo Zixuan fell silent, as if considering her words. Seeing this, Xiao Wenqing pressed on, "What you need to do now is give your father a grandson as soon as possible. You've already slept with Zhou Lin—there's a chance she's pregnant. This weekend, invite her over for dinner…"
"I—"
Mo Zixuan abruptly lifted his head, about to object, but Xiao Wenqing cut him off before he could protest.
"Don't be so quick to refuse," she said smoothly. "I won't force you to marry Zhou Lin. If you want Wen Ran, I'll help you get her. As for whether Mo Xiuchen is truly sick or just faking it… we'll find out this weekend."
A cold smirk curled on her lips. This was her turf. She would make sure everyone witnessed a good show.
Mo Zixuan stared at the sinister smile playing on her lips. His drunken haze dissipated slightly as suspicion crept into his voice. "What exactly are you planning?"
Xiao Wenqing's smirk softened into a warm, motherly smile. "I told you—I'm going to help you get Wen Ran. And the best way to do that is to pair Mo Xiuchen with another woman. Isn't Cheng Jia his so-called savior? This time… we'll let him 'save' her again."
Mo Zixuan had experienced firsthand what it was like to be drugged and manipulated into sleeping with someone—Zhou Lin, in his case. The moment he heard his mother's implication, he instantly understood. His expression darkened, and he shook his head. "I don't agree with this. Are you planning to drug Cheng Jia at home? Do you think Mo Xiuchen will let this slide? Mom, I know you hate him, but if he weren't fighting me for Wen Ran, I'd actually prefer to live in peace with him."
His meaning was clear—he didn't want her to go too far.