The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 684, Just say stingy if it’s stingy (10)

"Let go of me, let go..." Mo Lingling hysterically screamed.

The butler loosened his grip, and Mo Lingling staggered a bit before steadying herself, only to have her neck suddenly seized by an icy hand.

Mo Lingling’s face turned red as she met Mo Yu’s frosty gaze, "Let..."

"You’d better be honest with me, answer whatever I ask, or you can leave your life behind here," Mo Yu threatened.

Mo Lingling nodded with difficulty, and Mo Yu released her hand.

"Cough, cough, cough." Mo Lingling stepped back, clutching her neck and coughing.

"You said you copied those secrets from Chu Chen’s phone. How did you get ahold of his phone?" Mo Yu asked.

Thinking of her own life, Mo Lingling didn’t dare to argue back, her voice hoarse, "That day Chu Chen came to question me about Gu Xinuo and Ji Mingqian. Later, I drugged his drink, and he passed out. I took his phone and saw those files."

"Are you sure he passed out?" Mo Yu frowned, feeling that something was off.

"He stayed the night at my place that day and didn’t leave until the next day," Mo Lingling spoke evasively, but Mo Yu still understood.

"After that night, Chu Chen stopped taking my calls," she continued.

Mo Yu frowned; she knew that Mo Lingling wouldn’t dare to lie to her.

"Take her away for now."

Mo Lingling looked terrified, and before she could speak, the butler forcibly dragged her out.

"Let me go back. I don’t want to stay here, let me return."

Ignoring the crying, Mo Yu turned to face Elder Master Mo, "Father, what do you think?"

"Mo Lingling couldn’t possibly be lying unless Chu Chen has noticed something and turned the tables on us," Elder Master Mo thoughtfully said.

Perhaps Chu Chen intentionally placed those files on his phone, predicting that Mo Lingling would certainly snoop through his phone, thus luring them into his trap.

"Could it be that Chu Chen already knows we’re the ones inciting Mo Lingling?" Mo Yu speculated.

Elder Master Mo shook his head, "They probably don’t know that it’s us behind Mo Lingling, but rather they’re just casting bait to draw us out."

"So, what should we do next?"

"Don’t touch Mo Lingling for now; she still has her uses to us."

Mo Yu was perplexed. What use could Mo Lingling have?

Mo Lingling had just admitted that Chu Chen was no longer taking her calls; what value could she possibly have now?

"Mo Su is currently acquiring shares from MK Group’s shareholders. Mo Yuan should find out soon. When he does, advise him not to interfere," Elder Master Mo changed the subject, speaking in an indisputable tone.

His plan did not allow for any interruptions, and Mo Yuan was too uncontrollable; it was hard to ensure there would be no hiccups.

Driven into a corner, he would have to discard Mo Yuan if necessary.

Mo Yu was inwardly shocked, "I understand."

She realized that Elder Master Mo was warning her.

...

As evening approached, the lights in the castle were all lit up.

"Young master."

"Young master."

Mo Chen, carrying two bags, exited the car and greeted the servants along the way.

Humming a tune, he was clearly in a good mood.

These past few days with Mo Yu away, he’s been like a bird freed from its cage, utterly free.

Stepping into the living room and seeing the person sitting on the couch, he paused for a moment, then broke into a grin.

"Dad."

With light steps, he walked into the living room and placed the two bags he was carrying onto the couch.

"Dad, how come you’re back so early today?"

"Nothing much at the company," Mo Yuan replied, closing the newspaper and speaking indifferently.

Mo Chen suppressed a laugh; if his mother heard this, she’d explode with anger. Without her at home, there suddenly seemed to be "nothing much" at the company.

"Did you buy more building blocks?" Mo Yuan’s gaze fell on the two bags on the couch, asking offhandedly.

Mo Chen smiled with squinted eyes, "This is for Sister Ajiu. It’s an assembled model I’m giving her."

Hearing that, Mo Yuan’s dark eyes paused, and, as if he was asking a question already knowing the answer, said, "Mo Chen, do you still have candy?"

"Huh?" Mo Chen was stunned, his expression blank and cute.

Candy?

His eyes blinked as he suddenly remembered the candy given to him yesterday.

Could it be that his father had also taken a liking to the candy Sister Ajiu gave?

An excited spark lit up in Mo Chen’s eyes as he said enthusiastically, "Yes, Dad, wait a moment, I’ll go get it."

With those words, he dashed upstairs without delay.

Mo Yuan glanced at the building blocks in the bag, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips.

Before long, Mo Chen ran downstairs in a flurry.

He slammed the glass jar onto the table and generously said, "Dad, what flavor do you want? Pick anything."

Mo Yuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes falling on the glass jar. Since he had made the offer, he wouldn’t be shy.

He casually grabbed a handful and stuffed them directly into his pocket.

That one grab must have been over twenty pieces.

The smile on Mo Chen’s face stiffened, a surge of impulse to snatch the candy back rising within him.

He was just being polite; he hadn’t intended to give away so many.

Was his father not the type who disliked sweets?

Mo Yuan, not satisfied with one handful, reached out to grab more.

"Eh, eh, eh..." Mo Chen was getting anxious, quickly snatching back the glass jar.

If he grabbed another handful, it would all be gone.

Mo Yuan looked at him with a puzzled expression. What did he mean by snatching the glass jar back?

Realizing his reaction might have been a bit too much, Mo Chen coughed lightly, trying to cover up his embarrassment, "Dad, don’t you dislike sweets?"

"Who told you that?" Mo Yuan said unhurriedly.

"Well, eating too much candy isn’t good for your teeth," Mo Chen retorted, clutching the glass jar close, trying to find an excuse.

His little scheme was completely transparent to Mo Yuan, "Then why do you eat them?"

Just admit it if you’re stingy, no need for excuses.

"I..." Mo Chen was at a loss for words.

Mo Yuan continued, "Wasn’t it you who said I could take as many as I want?"

With his face flushing, Mo Chen hesitated, then reluctantly returned the glass jar to the table.

"Dad, you take them," he said, as two metaphorical wide noodles slid down in his heart.

So it goes, one can be careless with food, but never with words.

Next time he saw Sister Ajiu, he would have to get more candy.

Mo Yuan’s lips curled up in satisfaction as he grabbed another handful of candy.

Seeing that Mo Chen looked about to cry, Mo Yuan gracefully withdrew his hand, "Let’s wash our hands; it’s time to eat."

Mo Chen brought the glass jar back, his face sullen like a wilted eggplant and his heart twisted in distress.

His candies.

Decreasing one after another.

It really hurt.

After returning the glass jar to his room, Mo Chen came downstairs, crestfallen.

Entering the dining room, he saw that Mo Yuan was already seated.

He looked around and didn’t see Mo Su.

Then he noticed there were only two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, confirming that it would be just the two of them for dinner.

Mo Chen pulled out a chair and sat down, habitually ladling out some soup to drink.

He had no memory of ever dining alone with his father, and the air was filled with an awkward tension.

Mo Chen sipped his soup, searching for a topic to ease the now-chilled atmosphere.