Zhu Shulan couldn't believe that in one second she was a wealthy lady and in the next she had become penniless.
Frustrated, Zhu Shulan said, "Don’t we still have savings? We shouldn’t be destitute. I still have my family to rely on."
Luo Jianguo remained silent for a few seconds before replying earnestly, "I’ve used the savings to pay the workers. As for the Zhu family, I don’t want to discuss it further."
Luo Qianqian stiffened and, in disbelief, asked, "Mom, Dad, what will I do now?" She suddenly turned to Zhu Shulan and said, "Mom, why don’t you ask your younger sister for help? Maybe she could plead with Mr. Mo from the Mo family to spare us."
Zhu Shulan’s lips curled into a cold smile, as if she had heard a great joke. "Ask her? I’m afraid she wouldn’t be able to handle it."
Zhu Shulan walked up to Luo Qianqian, placed her hand on hers, and reassured her, "Qianqian, I won’t let you suffer. Don’t worry."
Luo Qianqian's anxious heart relaxed a bit, and a smile appeared on her face. "Really, Mom?"
"Of course," Zhu Shulan promised with a nod, thinking to herself that even if her husband was unreliable, she still had her family to depend on.
Luo Jianguo, feeling frustrated, threw his hands up and went back to his room.
At the Chi Family.
Chi Yu drove home from the company. As he stepped through the door, he saw his mother sitting upright on the sofa, looking through something.
Chi Yu's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "Mom, I’m back."
Chi Mother didn’t even lift her eyes. "Hmm."
Chi Yu approached and noticed that the album in Chi Mother's hands contained old photos. He paused.
"Mom, this album..." Chi Yu’s gaze was intense, his lips stiff.
Chi Mother looked up, touched the photo of a girl, and said, "This album was found by Aunt Zhang while cleaning. I thought it was lost, but Aunt Zhang found it in a corner of the storage cabinet. It contains photos of you from when you were young, very precious."
Chi Yu did not respond, his gaze fixed on the girl’s smile, his lips pressed tightly together.
After a moment, Chi Yu’s lips curled slightly as he steadied his voice, "Mom, may I have this album?"
Chi Mother turned her head, her eyes wide, and asked, "What do you want it for? The past is the past; memories have no power."
Chi Yu lowered his gaze, a trace of bitterness welling up inside him. "I want to preserve the memories of her and me. Weiwei was just acting out of impulse, trying to provoke me. I know her; she wouldn’t fall for someone else so quickly."
Chi Mother sneered and gave him a disdainful look. "What nonsense are you talking about? Weiwei is married. I see that Mr. Mo treats her well. Stop being stubborn. The only thing you can do now is to give up and sincerely wish them well. I’m your mother; I wouldn’t harm you."
Chi Yu hung his head, ignoring his mother’s words, his heart full of pain.
Chi Mother put her hand to her forehead, snapped the album shut, and looked at him. "Are you listening to what I’m saying? You..."
"Mom, I won’t give up on Weiwei. I was wrong in the past. Now I realize... I really like Weiwei. I don’t want to lose her like this. I..."
Chi Yu’s voice choked, his emotions mixed.
Chi Mother sighed, shaking her head helplessly. "Weiwei doesn’t like you anymore. Do you know that? A fruit that’s forced to ripen is not sweet."
Chi Yu suddenly looked up, his eyes shining. "I don’t believe Weiwei has no feelings for me, unless she tells me so herself."
Chi Mother, frustrated, gritted her teeth and said, "You want me to help you arrange a meeting with Weiwei. She didn’t agree, doesn’t that show her attitude? Son, please give up."
Chi Yu’s emotions suddenly became intense. He shouted, "Mom, I won’t give up. If you’re trying to persuade me to give up, I don’t want to talk to you."
After saying this, Chi Yu turned and walked towards his room.
Chi Mother watched his departing figure, her headache worsening, her forehead throbbing.
At the Supreme Mansion.
Mo Huai sat at his desk in comfortable home clothes, his hair casually falling over his forehead, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He exuded an extraordinary charm.
"Ring, ring—"
Mo Huai glanced at his phone. It was Assistant Xu. He quickly pressed the answer button.
Mo Huai’s expression remained unchanged.
"Mr. Mo, we have made some progress on the investigation results."
Mo Huai frowned slightly, his voice cool. "Speak."
"Mr. Mo, Luo Jianguo was keeping a mistress while Zhu Shulan was pregnant. Zhu Shulan and the mistress were both pregnant at the same time and gave birth on the same day, in the same hospital."
Mo Huai’s lips curled into a smile, and his gaze became playful, with a deep glint in his eyes.
Xu Kaifeng paused before continuing, "The mistress suffered severe bleeding and complications during delivery. Later, the child was taken by Luo Jianguo, who told Zhu Shulan that the child was by his business partner who had a car accident. Under Luo Qianqian’s instigation, Zhu Shulan became very distant from Luo Qianqian."
"I also found out that Luo Jianguo’s mistress is named Chu Qianqian. She comes from a poor family and started working at a young age. At 28, she met Luo Jianguo and was persuaded by his wealth, so she followed him. It is said that Chu Qianqian’s character is questionable, with theft and gambling being commonplace."
Mo Huai’s eyes were cold and burning. Everything was just as he had expected, and it became interesting. He intended to make the Luo family pay the price.
"And the result?" Mo Huai asked coldly.
Xu Kaifeng cleared his throat and said seriously, "Mr. Mo, according to the DNA test, Luo Qianqian is not Zhu Shulan’s biological daughter."
"Luo... Madam is actually Zhu Shulan’s biological daughter. This is one of Luo Jianguo’s lies. He deceived Zhu Shulan into believing that Luo Qianqian was his biological daughter."
Mo Huai sneered, his tone filled with disdain. "What a foolish woman, kept in the dark for over twenty years. Finding out the truth must be quite entertaining."
Mo Huai’s smile was bloodthirsty.
"Mr. Mo, I’ve already faxed the report to you," Xu Kaifeng said calmly.
"Mm." Mo Huai responded, walking over to the fax machine to pick up the documents. His deep-set features exuded coldness, and a triumphant smile curved his lips.
"So, Mr. Mo, when will you reveal the truth to Miss Luo?"
"Not urgently. I’m afraid Weiwei won’t be able to handle the truth. I’ll wait for the right time to tell her," Mo Huai said without changing his expression, his face neutral with no emotion.
Mo Huai didn’t want to inflict another blow on the girl, who had already suffered enough from her abusive adoptive mother. Now that she was discovering the truth about her biological mother, he wanted to wait for the right moment.
Mo Huai exchanged a few more words with Xu Kaifeng and then hung up the phone.
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