Mo Jingteng's face was so sullen it was frightening. He could never have imagined that Wen Ran—a little girl who had just lost everything—would dare speak to him in such a manner. And yet, every word she spoke was spot on, leaving him unable to find fault with her for a moment.
That very night, his son Zixuan had slept with another woman!
His expression shifted several times before he finally spat out in a hateful tone, "You'd better remember what you said today. If you dare waver between my two sons, I will not let you or your father's company off the hook!"
In other words, if he ever intended to wipe out the Wen family, even Mo Xiuchen's feelings toward her wouldn't matter.
Mo Xiuchen then strode over, ignoring the seething Mo Jingteng, took Wen Ran's hand, and led her toward the dining room. Raising his voice, he called out to Housekeeper Zhang in the kitchen, "Zhang Ma, bring out breakfast!"
"Right away, Young Master!"
Hearing Housekeeper Zhang's reply from the kitchen, Wen Ran glanced in that direction and struggled as she tried to free her hand, saying, "I'll go help Zhang Ma."
"That's not something you need to do!"
Mo Xiuchen's tone brooked no argument. He pulled her into the dining room, seated her on a chair, and pulled out the chair next to him for her, never once glancing at Mo Jingteng, who still stood in the living room.
In the living room, Mo Jingteng seethed with turbulent emotions. He couldn't believe that Xiuchen was holding Wen Ran's hand. What shocked him even more was that Mo Xiuchen's face showed no hint of disgust or repulsion—it was as natural as breathing. In the eighteen years since he'd been forced back, he had never seen such a phenomenon.
Housekeeper Zhang soon brought out breakfast. Although she saw Mo Jingteng standing in the living room, she didn't greet him. Breakfast was served for Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran only.
Even though Wen Ran didn't look back, she knew that Mo Jingteng hadn't left the living room.
She lifted her eyes to look at Mo Xiuchen, intending to ask if he wanted to invite his father to join them for breakfast, but noticing the unpleasant look on his face, she quickly dismissed the thought.
Just as Mo Xiuchen was about to begin eating breakfast, his phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone, answered with a curt "Hello," and a respectful voice on the other end said, "Young Master Mo, the girl with a mole on her chin that you asked us to find has been located."
At this, a strange emotion flickered in Mo Xiuchen's eyes. "Where is she now?"
"She's working at a hotel under the MS Group banner. Would you like to see her now?"
"Mm, I'm coming over."
After hanging up, Mo Xiuchen stood up from his chair and said coolly, "You finish your breakfast. Have Xiao Liu take you to work."
Wen Ran asked with concern, "Aren't you going to have some breakfast before you go?"
"No, I have other matters to attend to!"
As soon as his words fell, his tall figure left the dining room at a brisk pace.
"…"
Watching his swift departure, Wen Ran furrowed her brows slightly.
Every Tuesday was the regular meeting day.
As soon as Wen Ran arrived at the office, her secretary, Li Jie, burst in holding a stack of leave slips, her emotions running high as she said, "Ranran, those people have gone too far. Even though they knew there was a meeting today, they all took leave together!"
"Who all took leave?"
Wen Ran's eyes widened in surprise as she asked softly.
Li Jie handed her the leave slips and reported angrily, "The supervisor of the first production workshop and three team leaders from that department, the deputy supervisor and two quality inspectors from the quality control department, the purchasing manager, and members of the sales department…"
Each one of them had been bought off by Zhou Mingfu. Although Miss Wen resolved the factory's funding issues yesterday, those company veterans, using their senior status, remained defiant toward her.
Back in the day, when General Manager Wen and Mrs. Wen were still around, they treated each of them very well…