Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1316 Break one leg and throw it out

After a long while, Fu Yanchen slowly opened his lips. His low and cold voice seemed like the cold wind that pierced through the layers of clouds in winter, biting and piercing, and it also contained a kind of determination that could not be questioned or shaken.

"Mo Jinghan..."

He pronounced the name word by word, and each word seemed to be endowed with a thousand-pound weight, weighing heavily in the air.

"This name has long disappeared from the world like a tiny speck of dust. Do you really understand the deep meaning of my words? This is not just a simple grudge between the Fu family and the Mo family! It is more like a huge and difficult-to-cross chasm between two completely different worlds. As a respected and venerable elder, why don't you be smart and choose to stay away from this dispute? In this way, this already turbulent and precarious world will have less troubles and worries caused by you."

"Although your last name is also Mo, this 'Mo' is definitely not the same as that 'Mo'. Even if the two rivers flow with the same blood, there will be banks that can never meet and merge."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Mo's body trembled slightly, and he stared at the phone in his hand with a complicated expression, as if he could see through the thin body of the phone and see the deep eyes of Fu Yanchen on the other end of the phone.

He stood there quietly, motionless like a sculpture, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

After a long time, his tightly closed lips trembled slightly, and finally he let out a heavy and helpless sigh.

This sigh, like the last yellow leaf falling in late autumn, is full of endless vicissitudes and fatigue.

His voice was low and hoarse, and it seemed to contain the hardships of years and life:

"Mr. Fu, I really didn't mean to stand up for that kid Mo Jinghan! It's just that I have doubts in my heart, like a little bug gnawing at me. I couldn't help but ask that one more question. If this has caused you any inconvenience or offended you, please be magnanimous and don't bother with an old man like me... It's late at night now, and it's really a bit abrupt for me to call you so late. I'm really sorry to disturb your rest. If there is nothing else, I'll hang up first."

After saying that, I saw Mr. Mo slowly stretched out his right index finger and gently pressed the hang-up button of the phone.

In an instant, a short and rapid busy tone came from the other end of the phone, like a faint candlelight swaying in the strong wind in the middle of the night, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and finally gradually went out.

He slowly put down the receiver in his hand, and then he slumped down on the sofa as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

However, at this moment, his originally steady and strong hands began to tremble uncontrollably. Although the amplitude of the trembling was not large, it was extremely obvious.

This tremor was not simply caused by old age and physical weakness, but by a deep and indescribable emotion, a complex emotion of worry and fear.

The old man picked up the mobile phone on the coffee table again with slightly trembling hands.

His eyes were fixed on the screen of his mobile phone, revealing a hint of confusion and uneasiness.

Then, his slightly stiff fingertips, as if carrying a heavy burden, slowly and with difficulty approached the mirror-smooth screen.

When the fingertips finally touched the screen, they suddenly retracted as if they had been electrocuted. After repeating this many times, they finally made up their minds and gently placed them on the screen again.

Then, his fingers, which should have been nimble and flexible, seemed to have lost control and moved awkwardly and hesitantly on the screen.

Every slight click seemed to consume all his strength and was accompanied by long periods of hesitation and thinking.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, after a long and painful inner struggle, he seemed to have used up his last bit of courage, and resolutely opened the address book, and found the phone number that had been deeply buried in his heart, which made him both full of expectations and fear - Mo Shaoqing's mobile phone number.

However, just as he was waiting for the other party to answer the call with joy and nervousness, what responded to him was the cold electronic female voice: "Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off."

The moment he heard these words, Mr. Mo felt a surge of hot blood in his body rushing straight to his forehead like a volcanic eruption.

At the same time, his blood pressure soared rapidly, his whole head was buzzing, and he suddenly felt dizzy as if the world was spinning in front of his eyes.

Despite this, Mr. Mo still clenched his teeth tightly, trying to suppress the panic that was rising in his heart.

He stretched out his shaking hands, staring at the screen with eyes that could barely read the words, typing letter by letter, and editing the following message with great difficulty: "Shaoqing, you ignorant brat, get back to me as soon as possible! Fu Yanchen is not someone you can easily mess with. The world he lives in is simply a bottomless abyss for ordinary people like us. And that Xu Xiaoxiao, she is a taboo that cannot be touched! Can you listen to what I say, even just this once?!"

After the message was finally sent successfully, Mr. Mo's originally tense body seemed to have all the strength drained away in an instant, and he slowly leaned back in the chair.

He tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to isolate himself from everything in the outside world.

However, two lines of turbid tears quietly slid down his wrinkled cheeks uncontrollably.

These tears seemed to carry the endless sadness and pain in his heart. One drop after another, they gently dripped onto the lapel of his chest, staining out tiny tears.

For Mr. Mo, this night seemed longer than any other night before.

Time seemed to stand still, and every minute and every second was so unbearable.

The coldness from all around continued to come like a tide, penetrating through his thin clothes and into his bones, making him tremble involuntarily.

Mr. Mo's heart felt heavy, as if a thousand-pound rock was ruthlessly pressing on it. The heaviness surged like a tide, making him feel suffocated and powerless.

Every breath became extremely difficult, as if the air had condensed into a block of lead, squeezing his chest heavily.

He knew his stubborn and willful son too well. It was simply wishful thinking to pull him back from the wrong track with just a short message.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, a deep sense of helplessness and worry surged in Mo Lao's heart.

However, even so, Mr. Mo did not show any intention of backing down.

He clenched his teeth tightly and used all his strength to support his slightly hunched body.

Time is unforgiving, but at this moment, he cannot let time erode his determination and courage.

He looked at the assistant beside him with a determined gaze, and said in a slightly trembling but majestic voice: "Immediately! Book me a flight back home immediately, as soon as possible, the sooner the better! This time, I must go in person and bring Ziqing back to my side no matter what."

Hearing this, the assistant's heart trembled and his face instantly became serious.

He knew very well that once Mr. Mo made a decision, it would be unshakable and could not be changed.

Without a word of nonsense, the assistant immediately turned around and began to arrange the relevant matters as quickly as possible, not daring to delay for the slightest.

Because he understood that this matter was extremely important to Mr. Mo and was related to the future direction of the entire family.

A moment later, the flight information was sent to Mr. Mo's mobile phone.

Mr. Mo looked at the flight information on his mobile phone, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew deeply that the three words "Fu Yanchen" were like a ferocious and ruthless beast in the turbulent and treacherous world, making people shudder at the mere mention of it! The means he possessed were as insidious and cunning as a poisonous snake, and as ruthless and resolute as a hungry tiger pouncing on its food; the power he wielded was like a mountain crushing an egg, weighing heavily on every inch of land and every person's heart.

Anyone who has heard of this name would be trembling with fear, fearing that if they are not careful they will be dragged into the bottomless abyss and end up being torn to pieces.

Old Mo was extremely worried. He really didn't want to see his reckless Mo Shaoqing bring disaster to the entire Mo family because of an impulsive act.

After all, with Fu Yanchen's temperament and strength, it would be easy for him to make the Mo family unable to recover or even disappear into ashes.

The more Mr. Mo thought about it, the more frightened he became, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

What's even more terrifying is that if Fu Yanchen really holds a grudge against Mo Shaoqing because of this incident and takes his anger out on the entire Mo family, then the crazy revenge that follows will be as fierce as a storm, leaving the Mo family helpless.

By then, the business that the Mo family had painstakingly built up over generations would probably be destroyed and turned into ruins.

"Alas... none of the people in the Fu family are good people!"

Mr. Mo couldn't help but sigh and muttered to himself.

His eyes, which used to be bright and lively, were now dull and lifeless. The fear and helplessness revealed in them seemed to be condensed into substance, so heavy that it was almost hard to breathe.

As a local overlord, the power of the Fu family is like a huge spider web that covers the sky and penetrates every corner. This web spreads silently, covering the entire city and even a wider area.

If someone accidentally falls into this web, it would be as if they were tightly entangled and bound by countless spider silks. It would be harder than climbing to the sky to break free and escape.

However, just when everyone was intimidated by the power of the Fu family, Mo Shaoqing, like a fool who didn't know the danger of life or death, resolutely chose to take the initiative to touch the terrifying net, and even tried to provoke Fu Yanchen, who was arrogant and domineering to the extreme.

When Mr. Mo heard the news, he couldn't help but gasp, and his heart was instantly filled with shock.

He took several deep breaths, trying to calm the panic that was surging in his heart like a tide.

After all, Mo Shaoqing was his only beloved one! He secretly warned himself: no matter what difficulties and obstacles they faced, even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire waiting for them ahead, he must bring Mo Shaoqing home unharmed and keep him away from that terrible world full of dangers, deadly traps and endless dangers.

Thinking of this, Mr. Mo slowly stood up, reached out to the table with trembling hands, grabbed the slightly worn coat and put it on.

Then, he took heavy and somewhat staggering steps, and walked towards the door step by step. Every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength.

When he reached the door, Mr. Mo stopped, looked back at the assistant standing respectfully behind him, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Are you all ready?"

The assistant bowed slightly and responded respectfully, "In reply to Mr. Mo, everything has been prepared according to your instructions. Please rest assured."

Mr. Mo nodded, walked out the door, and started his journey back home.

He knew that this journey would be full of unknowns and challenges, but he also knew that he had to do this for the future of the Mo family and for Mo Shaoqing's safety.

In the night, Mr. Mo's back looked particularly lonely and determined.

",,,,"

Early in the morning of the second day, the sky in the east was just beginning to turn pale and the sun had not yet risen completely, but the first ray of warm sunlight had already impatiently penetrated the thin mist and sprinkled gently on the gorgeous glazed tiles of the Fu family villa like a golden silk thread.

Every glazed tile is shrouded in this soft light, sparkling with charming brilliance, as if they are also welcoming the arrival of a new day.

Just then, Fu Yanchen slowly walked down from upstairs.

His steps seemed a little heavy, as if he was carrying many unknown thoughts in his heart.

He was wearing a simple yet elegant home suit, and his slender figure looked even taller in the morning light.

He originally thought that this morning would be as quiet and deserted as countless previous mornings. After all, Xu Xiaoxiao was not at home, and the house was really deserted.

The dining room should be empty now, with only the occasional clear and melodious bird calls outside the window breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Those birds may be singing happily, celebrating the beginning of a new day.

However, the moment Fu Yanchen stepped into the dining room, an unexpected sound suddenly came into his ears, instantly breaking the original silence.

"Hi, Fu Yanchen, good morning," Mo Shaoqing's voice was filled with a hint of pride and anticipation.

Fu Yanchen paused slightly, and a hint of surprise and displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Mo Shaoqing coldly, his voice low and cold: "Why are you here? Xu Xiaoxiao is not at home, you should go back overseas. Your father told me to break one of your legs and throw you out."

Mo Shaoqing's smile gradually froze in the face of Fu Yanchen's cold words, and a trace of panic and fear flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly calmed down and said calmly: "My father? Never mind him, and besides! I'm here to find Xiaoxiao."

Hearing this, Fu Yanchen sneered. He slowly walked to the dining table, staring at Mo Shaoqing with a sharp gaze: "Xu Xiaoxiao is my woman, why are you looking for her? As for your father, he is very afraid of death. He knows very well what will happen if he angers my Fu family."

Mo Shaoqing was forced by Fu Yanchen's momentum and took a step back involuntarily.

But he quickly steadied himself and mustered up the courage to say, ",,,,,"