Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

After a long silence, a deep, aged voice finally broke the stillness:

Get up.

Mo Xi trembled, choked back tears, and looked up, her voice hoarse and broken: "Grandpa... I know I was wrong."

"Is admitting your mistakes enough?" Old Master Mo's gaze was cold and deep, without the slightest pity. "Tonight, you maliciously plotted against your own sister, disgraced the family, made secret dealings with outsiders, and disrupted the Mo family's homecoming banquet. Every single one of these actions is a grave mistake."

His tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation: "You don't need to stay in China anymore. Pack your things and go back abroad."

These words struck Mexico like a thunderbolt.

Mo Xi's face turned deathly pale instantly. She panicked, tears streaming down her face. "Grandpa! I don't want to! Everyone else has gone back home, the whole family is reunited, but I'm being forced to go back abroad alone, all alone... I don't want to!"

"You grew up abroad, so going back is the best thing for you." The old man's tone was indifferent, unmoved by her tears.

Mo Xi's lips trembled as she desperately tried to plead, explain, and beg for mercy.

But when she looked up and met the old man's all-seeing, emotionless eyes, all the words caught in her throat.

A chill suddenly ran through her.

She dared not cause any more trouble, much less provoke the old man's bottom line.

She feared that if she resisted again, she would face a punishment even more severe than deportation.

Mo Xi felt weak all over and struggled to get up, supporting herself on the ground.

My legs were already numb and tingling. As soon as I stood up, a sharp pain in my knees swept over my entire body. I swayed and almost fell to the ground.

Mo's mother, feeling sorry for her daughter, could no longer hold back and quickly stepped forward to support her.

My heart is filled with tenderness and reluctance.

But the old man had not given permission to leave, so even though she was heartbroken, she could only support her daughter and stand stiffly in place, not daring to move.

The atmosphere in the hall was heavy and oppressive.

Once tonight is over.

The fates of the two Mo family beauties were completely turned upside down.

The old man's gaze swept heavily over his second son and daughter-in-law, who stood with their heads bowed, his tone full of anger and disappointment.

"I've repeatedly warned you before not to spoil Moxi so much. You can't judge a person by appearances, but you've always ignored me. You always say Moxi is well-behaved, considerate, and easy to take care of. Is this the good daughter you've raised with all your love?"

"Instead of cherishing the upright, sensible, and forbearing Mo Chu, they devote everything to indulging a child who appears innocent on the surface but is actually vicious and cruel to his siblings!"

The reprimand was delivered with sharp and forceful words, leaving Mr. and Mrs. Mo utterly humiliated. They both hung their heads, not daring to utter a single word in rebuttal.

With mixed feelings, Mo's mother quietly raised her eyes to look at Mo Chu, who was sitting at the end of the table.

Looking at her daughter's calm and composed demeanor, years of pent-up guilt surged within her. The favoritism, neglect, unwarranted criticism, and repeated injustices of the past years flooded back, suffocating her and making even her breath feel bittersweet with regret.

Seeing this, the old man said in a deep voice, "From now on, you are not allowed to spoil Mo Xi without any limits. As for Han Zhou, just give her a fixed basic living allowance every month, and cut off all other extra expenses and private resources."

"She lives in the Mo family, enjoying all the riches and honors, yet she doesn't cherish them and acts recklessly. Since she insists on causing trouble, let her leave this greenhouse of luxury, reflect on her actions, and experience life without the protection of the Mo family."

With the matter settled, the old man turned to look at Mo Chu, his tone softening slightly: "Xiao Chu, today's incident was entirely your sister's fault. Grandpa has already punished her for you, so you don't need to hold a grudge. You've grown up now, and from now on, you can follow your heart and make your own decisions."

Mo Chu bowed slightly, her expression calm: "Thank you, Grandpa, I understand."

Thus, the uproar surrounding the Mo family's banquet came to a complete end.

After the banquet, Mo's parents, filled with remorse, approached Mo Chu several times, hoping to make up for their past mistakes and ease the extremely strained parent-child relationship.

They tried to take the initiative to care about her daily life, inquire about her life, and try to please her in everything they did. They transferred all the favoritism and care that they had previously given to Mo Xi to Mo Chu.

But years of bone-chilling cold had long since worn away all of Mo Chu's expectations and warmth.

The love I desperately craved from my parents when I was a child has now arrived years late and is utterly meaningless.

Faced with her parents' sudden attempts to please and make amends, Mo Chu felt only estrangement, awkwardness, and utter discomfort. Her heart had long since cooled after countless disappointments and grievances, and she could no longer feel close to them.

No matter how gently her parents tried to win her over or make amends, she remained aloof and indifferent, polite yet cold.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Mo's parents were filled with helplessness and dared not disturb her any longer. They could only silently make amends and worry about her from the shadows.

Mo Chu was unwilling to be trapped in the oppressive home any longer, facing this belated and useless guilt every day.

After much deliberation, she took the initiative to approach Mo Hanzhou and applied to her elder brother for a transfer to the Haicheng branch office to gain experience and develop her skills.

Mo Hanzhou knew what she was thinking; he knew she wanted to escape her parents, get away from the troubles of the past, and completely change her environment. Seeing that his sister was determined, he didn't try to persuade her further and readily agreed.

From then on, Mo Chu left the capital city, a place filled with pain and regret.

After moving to Haicheng, she severed all ties with her children and family troubles, devoting all her energy to her work.

She is intelligent, insightful, calm, and resilient. With Mo Hanzhou's meticulous guidance and behind-the-scenes support, she is down-to-earth, decisive, and exceptionally capable. In just a short time, she has established herself firmly in the Haicheng branch, achieving remarkable results and carving out her own niche step by step.

Having escaped the biased family and the hypocritical conflicts, Mo Chu finally broke free from half a lifetime of grievances and ushered in a new life that was uniquely hers, open and dazzling.

A sleek, black luxury car was parked steadily in the night at the entrance of Peking University.

The carriage was warm and cozy, keeping out the cool night breeze.

Lu Jingxing sat in the back seat, his gaze falling on the girl in the passenger seat. He reached out slightly and gently took her hand. His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a unique tenderness: "Does your hand hurt?"

Shen Jingshu was slightly taken aback by his sudden concern, then realized that he was worried about her hitting someone.

She immediately chuckled, her eyes crinkling into a smile, a soft, gentle light shimmering in them: "It doesn't hurt, it's him who's in pain. But the effects of force are mutual, so it's a little sore."

"A little bit?"

Lu Jingxing looked down at her slender, fair hands, his fingertips gently caressing her palms. Then he lowered his head slightly, his thin lips lightly touching hers, and gently blew on her hands.

The movements were extremely gentle, so careful, so tender it could drown a person.

A gentle warmth brushed across my palm, spreading from my fingertips and slowly seeping into my heart.

Shen Jingshu felt a sudden warmth in her heart, a soft swelling within.

Having lived for nineteen years, she had witnessed the wickedness of people's hearts and the coldness of the world, and had become accustomed to solving all troubles and bearing all grievances on her own.

No one ever cares about her hand's pain immediately after she comes to someone's rescue or punishes evildoers, without asking about the process or right or wrong.

It turns out that being favored, protected, and cherished in someone's heart is such a gentle and healing feeling.

It's truly better than ever before.

Shen Jingshu gently pulled her hand away, smiling tenderly: "It's really nothing, I didn't use much force."

Lu Jingxing looked up, his deep eyes locking onto her, his tone serious yet obsessive: "Next time you encounter something like this, just call me. Don't do it yourself, it hurts me."