The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 727, I’m not like you to him (3)

Mo Yu was stunned, her eyes filled with unfamiliarity as she looked at Mo Su.

She was disappointed, yes, but even more so, she had no words to retort.

Mo Su’s words struck her sore spot once again. She was right—if only she’d loved Ye Yuan a little less, she wouldn’t have fallen into this predicament.

But even so, she still had reasons she must escape from here.

If she couldn’t personally get rid of Ye Jiuliang, she would never die content.

Mo Yu softened her tone and began to play the card of kinship, "Mo Su, you should know how I’ve always treated you. I’ve always been protective of you, and besides, am I not your mother? Is this how you repay me?"

Protective of her?

Mo Su scoffed derisively.

She had been kind to her, thinking she was Ye Yuan’s child.

But when she found out she wasn’t, she almost strangled her by mistake, and her gaze often carried a hint of disgust.

She wasn’t Mo Chen—so easily deceived.

Ignoring her, Mo Su’s gaze fixed on Ye Jiuliang, "Ye Jiuliang, step aside."

Ye Jiuliang stepped into the room, followed by Li Mochan and the others, and in an instant, the doorway was unobstructed and clear.

"Let’s go."

Mo Su pushed Mo Chen forward, her eyes warily fixed on Ye Jiuliang’s side every moment.

Ye Jiuliang folded his arms, a casual, frosty smile playing on his lips.

Just as they were about to reach the door, two figures suddenly rushed over.

They attacked from both sides, surrounding her.

"Aqiao, don’t forget who your true master is," Mo Su gripped Mo Chen, who served as her shield, and commanded with a cold voice.

Aqiao’s footsteps halted, her face showing indecision.

Her life had been saved by the old master Mo, but during these years, the lady had always treated her well, and she couldn’t bring herself to betray her.

After weighing her options, Aqiao still made her choice.

"Miss, I’m sorry."

Mo Su’s face slightly changed, her eyes sweeping toward Mo Yu with a touch of resolved determination, "If I can’t escape, then neither will Mo Chen."

As she spoke, the sharp edge of the blade cut across Mo Chen’s neck.

Beads of blood emerged, glowing with vivid redness.

"Stop," Mo Yu’s steps froze, and her face exhibited anger, "Mo Su, must you force me like this?"

"It’s you who are forcing me. Just because I’m not Ye Yuan’s child, you show such favoritism. Mo Chen’s life is a life, but mine is not?" Mo Su’s voice grew agitated as she spoke.

"But it’s just as well. I don’t have to hold back anymore. Today, no matter what, I must leave, and I will leave."

Watching the mother and daughter become enemies in this year’s biggest drama, Gu Xinuo whispered into Ye Jiuliang’s ear, "Dog eats dog."

Ye Jiuliang pulled a cold smile on his lips.

This was only the beginning.

Mo Yu glanced at Aqiao; years as master and servant, a single look was enough to understand each other’s intentions.

The next moment, they both attacked simultaneously.

Damn it.

Mo Su kicked away the hand Aqiao reached towards her, the dagger leaving Mo Chen’s neck and swinging backward toward Mo Yu.

The blade was sharp and merciless.

Having been shot yesterday, her wounds were only temporarily stopped from bleeding and had gone untreated. Moving like this inevitably aggravated them.

Mo Yu inhaled sharply in pain, her movements slowing.

The cold blade grazed her neck and then stabbed toward her chest, its fierce motion undoubtedly aimed to take her life.

"Madam, be careful," Aqiao said, her eyes splitting with urgency as she got up from the ground and rushed forward. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Hmm."

A muffled groan of pain echoed, and the smell of blood scattered everywhere.

Fresh blood stained Mo Su’s hand, and even Mo Chen’s face was not spared.

Mo Su pulled out a dagger and glanced at Aqiao, her expression cold and indifferent.

She brought this upon herself.

Mo Chen was terrified, his face turned pale, and he cursed angrily, "Mo Su, have you gone mad."

"She reaped what she sowed, it has nothing to do with me," Mo Su’s voice was ice-cold as she pressed the bloody dagger against Mo Chen’s neck again.

"You’d better not move, or you’re next."

Aqiao clutched her chest, struggling to turn around.

Meeting Mo Yu’s shocked gaze, she tugged at her lips, her voice trembling, "Madam, I’m sorry for what happened back then, I deceived you, I... "

Her breath grew more rapid, and her eyelids fell heavily, Aqiao collapsed backwards, her spine hitting the cold ground with a dull sound.

"Thud—"

Mo Yu’s eyes widened, her hand reaching out to pull her, but still grasping at air.

"Aqiao..."

At this moment, all resentment towards Aqiao instantly dissipated into smoke.

Mo Yu, shaking, turned to look at Mo Su with a complex expression.

If it weren’t for Aqiao shielding her from the dagger, she would have been the one dead.

Mo Su really did intend to kill her.

"Blame her for not knowing her place," Mo Su said expressionlessly. "If you try to stop me again, don’t blame me for being unfilial."

"No wonder the old master always said I was not as much like him as you. Today, I finally understand," Mo Yu said hoarsely.

She was more ruthless and heartless than her.

Mo Su didn’t deny it, and pushed Mo Chen towards the door.

"Mo Su, don’t even think about leaving."

The person behind unleashed their ferocity, disregarding their injuries, and charged forward with rapid steps.

A mother knows her daughter best, once Mo Su walked out that door, Mo Chen in her hands would surely not survive.

Between the two choices, she would rather opt for Mo Chen.

Mo Su’s gaze slightly darkened as she unexpectedly turned around.

Almost at the same moment, the blood-stained dagger thrust forward.

Her movements were as fast as a specter, catching people off guard.

"You..."

Mo Yu grabbed Mo Su’s hand, her face twisted in pain.

Meeting her disappointed gaze, Mo Su said indifferently, "You forced my hand, you ran into it yourself."

Still immersed in the shock of Aqiao’s death and now witnessing Mo Yu getting injured, Mo Chen couldn’t help but tear up.

His hoarse voice couldn’t hide his sob, "Mom."

Mo Yu glanced at him, a flash of determination in her eyes, then suddenly exerted force to pull Mo Su’s hand.

She growled, "Mo Chen, run."

Mo Su’s expression changed slightly, and the grip on Mo Chen’s hand was involuntarily loosened a bit.

Ye Jiuliang’s cold eyes paused, his fingertips flicked, and a silver needle pierced into Mo Su’s arm.

In pain, Mo Su withdrew her hand, losing her hold, Mo Chen easily escaped her clutches.

That familiar feeling of weakness struck again, more potent than before, and Mo Su fell to the ground.

Her malicious gaze shot towards Ye Jiuliang as she said, "Ye Jiuliang, you don’t keep your word, despicable."

Ye Jiuliang curved his lips, "Thanks for the compliment."

"Mom," Mo Chen supported Mo Yu, seeing the dagger in her chest, his expression panicked, unsure of what to do.

Mo Yu’s face was ashen, her breathing unstable as she said, "Mo Chen, I don’t regret anything I’ve done, even if time could turn back, I would still do the same."

She, Mo Yu, never regretted her actions; her only regret was not getting rid of Ye Jiuliang sooner.

"Mo Chen, don’t go against your grandfather, he has never failed to get what he wants, and also, ask Ye Yuan for me, if he didn’t like Lan Ning, why would he rather marry her than marry me."

With that, she slowly closed her eyes and took her last breath.