northernbook Chapter 190 "I doubt whether you are really a good person"
Chapter 190 "I doubt whether you are really a good person"
Sheng Yuan and Lin Mingmo stayed together, eating roasted chestnuts and drinking boiled red wine before waving goodbye to this wonderful snowy night.
The next morning, the warm sun rose in the east.
The snow on the lawn melts into water, seeps into the soil, and restores its green color.
If it weren't for the burnt charcoal fire and the fallen red wine bottle, Lin Mingmo would really suspect that last night's joy was just an illusion.
After all, Zhao Wenyan and Old Man Zhao are the backbone of the Zhao family. Coming to Jiangjin to spend the New Year with Lin Mingmo is enough to express their importance to her, but they still have to go home as soon as possible.
Sheng Yuan came to say goodbye to Lin Mingmo, who was still half asleep, before dawn.
Lin Mingmo grabbed his sleeve and asked for a kiss, and soon her warm lips covered his, with a refreshing minty scent.
Then he left.
Lin Mingmo slept until dawn.
In the morning, after seeing off her grandfather and uncle, Lin Mingmo was about to take a nap when she was stopped by Mo Bozhao.
"Xiaomo, do you have time? Can we chat for a moment?"
Lin Mingmo suddenly became nervous.
"What...what happened?"
Mo Bozhao paused, frowned slightly, and a trace of hurt flashed across his calm and serious face, but he quickly covered it up with a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha..." Mo Bozhao said, "Xiaomo, this is your first New Year back at the Mo family... Daddy wants to give you back all the red envelopes he owed you over the years."
His eyes were gleaming with tears, filled with earnestness. A successful businessman, known for his decisiveness, dominance, and authority, would probably only show such a tender expression in front of his daughter.
It turned out that he wanted to give a red envelope, and there seemed to be no reason to refuse.
"okay."
Lin Mingmo nodded and obediently followed Mo Bozhao's footsteps forward.
Along the way, Lin Mingmo couldn't help but wonder how big the red envelope Mo Bozhao would give her would be.
In the Lin family, there are also some red envelopes every year.
However, Lin Mingmo can only possess them for a short time, as they will soon be taken away by Yao Yuhui...
When he arrived at the study, Mo Bozhao directly took out a stack of thick red booklets.
Lin Mingmo opened her eyes wide in surprise, "So many?"
"Not much!" Mo Bozhao shook his head. "Dad's love for you... will never be enough!"
It turned out to be such a “red envelope”.
"Xiaomo, Daddy missed your growth, so I can only pave the way for your future." The tears in Mo Bozhao's eyes became more obvious. "Real estate, savings, equity... Daddy is more pragmatic. Unlike your uncle who is so romantic, he doesn't know how to build a snow machine or something..."
Last night, he stood by the window and watched for a long time as Lin Mingmo played wildly in the snow.
After a few seconds of pause, he smiled again, "After all, Dad is old and can't stay with you for long, nor can he protect you for long. Although you still have your brother and Sheng Yuan, people's hearts are fickle. Just because they treat you well now doesn't mean they will treat you well forever."
Mo Bozhao's smile gradually disappeared and his tone became more serious.
Lin Mingmo knew that what he said made sense, but she didn't feel comfortable.
It’s okay if it’s Sheng Yuan, but why does he assume that Mo Zheng will treat him badly?
Lin Mingmo's expression changed only slightly, and Mo Bozhao noticed it. He understood Lin Mingmo's thoughts, sighed, and said earnestly: "A Zheng is kind-hearted, I know that... but... look at the Sheng family, where father and son can turn against each other, let alone siblings."
Although Mo Zheng and Lin Mingmo have no conflict of interest for the time being, no one can predict what will happen in the future.
The example of the Sheng family is right here.
So Mo Bozhao left a lot of property to Lin Mingmo, enough for her to be free from any constraints from anyone.
"Xiaomo, Dad is just preparing for a rainy day. He doesn't want to sow discord between you and Azheng." Mo Bozhao explained again.
"Yeah, I understand." Lin Mingmo replied.
She pursed her lips and glanced at the stack of documents such as real estate certificates and share certificates. Her eyes were sore and her emotions were complicated.
What should have been a warm moment became very awkward because of Lin Mingmo.
She doesn't want this either.
Until that question is answered, Lin Mingmo will never be able to truly accept Mo Bozhao.
She clenched her fists, panicking, and wondering how to start the conversation.
"Xiaomo." Mo Bozhao sat on the sofa and spread his hands to signal Lin Mingmo to sit down as well.
After all, he is a big shot in the business world, and Mo Bozhao's aura is enough to influence people like Lin Mingmo who lack strong self-control.
She sat down opposite Mo Bozhao, half lowered her head, and clasped her hands together on her knees.
"Xiao Mo, there are only two of us now. If you have anything to say, just say it directly." There was some fatigue between Mo Bozhao's brows.
How could he not feel Lin Mingmo's alienation from him?
His words gave Lin Mingmo the courage to confront her. Lin Mingmo took a deep breath, straightened her back, and looked directly into Mo Bozhao's eyes.
"It's about Teacher Qin..." she finally spoke.
Once the things that are suppressed in your heart are opened up, they will pour out uncontrollably.
"She told me some stories that made me doubt whether you are really a good person..."
"Did you find many people to break up Teacher Qin and Mo Zheng..." Lin Mingmo looked embarrassed.
Mo Bozhao frowned with a puzzled expression, obviously not knowing what Lin Mingmo was referring to.
Seeing this, Lin Mingmo took a deep breath. Now that things had come to this, there was no point in hiding it any further. So she quickly and bluntly said, "Are you trying to break up my brother and Teacher Qin by getting someone to kill Teacher Qin? Force her to leave..."
After saying that, Lin Mingmo stared at Mo Bozhao angrily.
A hint of doubt flashed across Mo Bozhao's face. He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip awkwardly.
Was it an escape? A cover-up? Seeing this, Lin Mingmo felt a wave of disappointment.
She couldn't accept that her father had done such a thing... What's the difference between him and Lin Lidong and the like?
She shook her head, her eyes moist.
"Xiaomo."
A trembling voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Lin Mingmo felt a chill down her spine instantly, and she didn't even dare to look back.
"Xiao Mo!" Mo Zheng rushed into the study, his eyes grim, his voice trembling with suppressed anger. "What are you talking about? Dad! What did you do to Qin Yue?"
Lin Mingmo's heart skipped a beat, then began beating violently.
She blinked in disbelief, hoping that the Mo Zheng in front of her was just an illusion.
How could it be... How could he come here... And happen to hear...
Mo Zheng's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, with a fierce look in his eyes. He bit his cheek and his face turned purple.
His anger surged in all directions, drowning everything, and Lin Mingmo was almost suffocated by the pressure.
"Brother... calm down..." Lin Mingmo stood up and said in a trembling voice, "Don't be angry..."
"Lin Mingmo, shut up! How can I not be angry!" Mo Zheng roared, "When did you know? Why did you hide it from me?"
"Why!"
Mo Zheng grabbed Lin Mingmo's collar and pulled her so hard her feet were almost off the ground. With red eyes, he demanded, "You knew this long ago, why didn't you tell me? Lin Mingmo, where does your heart lie?"
Tears welled up in his red eyes and flowed down the corners of his eyes. The emotions of resentment, unwillingness, and regret almost burst his chest.
It turns out... Qin Yue suddenly disappeared because of something like this... He actually didn't know anything about it and kept blaming Qin Yue...
If that happened to anyone, it would be like the sky falling, but Qin Yue endured it silently for so long...
Lin Mingmo did not struggle, enduring the double physical and psychological suffocation.
"I..." She couldn't speak.
It took so long to ask...it was her fault.
"Nonsense!" Mo Bozhao smashed the blue and white porcelain teacup on the table with one palm, splattering the tea everywhere. His face was extremely ugly due to rage. "Let her go!"
"This matter has nothing to do with Xiaomo, why are you blaming her?"
Although he was supporting Lin Mingmo, his eyes were full of disappointment when he looked at Lin Mingmo.
Mo Zheng let go of Lin Mingmo and turned to face Mo Bozhao. His hands were clenched tightly, veins bulging on his fists, and his anger had not subsided at all.
"So... you admit it?" Mo Zheng gritted his teeth.
My heart ached.
His father, under the pretext of "doing it for his own good", severely hurt the woman he loved most...
"Hurry up and tell me!" Mo Zheng yelled.
Mo Bozhao sat on the sofa with a frown on his face. He wrapped a silk scarf around his hand that was cut by the porcelain cup fragments. His eyes were cold but a hint of indifference was visible.
He remembered.