Never deeply in love

Xu Jiaorou's eyes flashed with malice, pretended to be panicked, and took the opportunity to add a fire: "Ah, then what should we do? Brother Cheng, if they knew, they wouldn't let us go. Mo Zihan might fight in advance for your family business."

Mo Shoucheng's eyes flashed a stern look and he snorted heavily, "He can't imagine."

Xu Jiaorou was about to cry, "It's fine if he wants to fight for the family property. Do we have to be together secretly because of their mother and son? The three of us, like rats that can't be seen, can't we ever be together?"

Xu Jiaorou said as he rubbed his reddened eyes and choked up. He looked at Mo Shoucheng sadly. Mo Shoucheng was even more affectionate, and his face hardened, "Don't worry, I will never keep wronging your mother and son."

"Brother Cheng, but your son Mo Zihan is not that easy to deal with..." Xu Jiaorou was overjoyed, but pretended to be very worried to remind him.

Mo Shoucheng frowned, hugged Xu Jiaorou's arm and pulled it back slightly, "Well... I'll find a way to deal with him."

Xu Jiaorou struck while the iron was hot and held Mo Shoucheng's arm tightly. A grim look flashed across his eyes, "Brother Cheng, Wen Lan's only hope is Mo Zihan. As long as he's here, the three of us can't be together for a day. If he's not here..."

When Mo Shoucheng heard this, he was really angry. He felt that he was a big man, but he was threatened by his wife and children. For so many years, the debt to Xu Jiaorou and her son made his heart grow colder.

He immediately understood what Xu Jiaorou was implying and nodded without hesitation, "You're right. We mustn't let them threaten us. Since we are sons, don't blame me for being unkind."

Mo Shoucheng's expression was deadly, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes.

Xu Jiaorou looked at his expression and smiled smugly. His voice softened even more. He pressed his whole body against it and tried his best to please him, "Brother Cheng, for our future, you must not be soft-hearted."

Mo Shoucheng looked at the woman in his arms with a blatant look. Unwilling to be threatened by Wen Lan and his son, he decided to get rid of Mo Zihan. He was in no hurry to leave. He had a good relationship with Xu Jiaorou.

It was not until midnight that Mo Shoucheng came out of the villa. Xu Jiaorou reluctantly kissed him goodbye, intimate and lingering. It hurt not far away, and he was sitting in the car staring at Mo Zihan.

Mo Zihan watched Mo Shoucheng stay in her villa until midnight, and then watched them tangle up like twisted hemp. The lust in Mo Shoucheng's eyes was so strange that he was shocked.

Was this still the father he had always thought would never be infatuated with women, even to his wife, who was as respectful as ice?

"Young master Mo..." Su Zhe looked worriedly at Mo Zihan, who had been silent all the time. He called out and looked out the window again. Mo Shoucheng did not notice that they were following him and had already driven away.

Only then did Mo Zihan regain his senses, clenching his fists so tightly that they giggled. After a long time, he slowly said, "The woman who lives in this villa is called Xu Jiaorou, right?"

Su Zhe nodded, his expression rarely cold, such an embarrassing thing, how could he show half a smile in front of Mo Zihan: "Time is short, now only this is found."

It was only three hours since Mo Shoucheng and the woman were tracked down in the villa, and there was no way to find out more.

Mo Zihan's expression was grim, word for word, as if he had squeezed through his teeth, "Immediately, find out the details of this woman. I want to know everything."

"Yes, young master Mo." Su Zhe nodded heavily.

"Go back." Mo Zihan stared at the villa for a long time, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames. Finally, he slowly withdrew his gaze. His voice was cold and inexplicable, but it was a little sad, "Go to Ocean View Villa first."

"Young master Mo, are you going to tell madam about this?" Su Zhe started the car and frowned at what he said. It seemed inappropriate to tell Wen Lan now.

"Ming Yue is over there. I'll pick her up."

Just as he was speaking, the phone rang. Mo-tse looked at it coldly. It was Bai Mingyue who called. As soon as she got through, she asked him on the phone, "Where are you? Why haven't you come back so late? Auntie asked the driver to take me home first."

"Okay." Mo Zihan nodded. "I'm going back now."

Hanging up the phone, he looked at Su Zhe, "No need to go. Just go back to Youran garden."

When Mo Zihan returned to the villa and entered the room, Bai Mingyue had been waiting for him with the bedside lamp on. Perhaps after waiting for a long time, he seemed to be extremely sleepy and had fallen asleep by the bedside.

It wasn't until Mo Zihan lay down beside her and locked her in her arms that she woke up for a moment and asked him in a daze, "You're back?"

Mo Zihan grunted in silence.

Bai Mingyue did not make a sound. He breathed softly and seemed to have fallen asleep again.

A twinge of pain flashed in Mo Zihan's eyes as he kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tighter. She waited for him to come back until he fell asleep. Even if he came back so late, there was no sense of blame.

She loved him, so she waited for him, and because she loved him, she believed him.

He trusted his mother, Wen Lan, and treated Mo Shoucheng the same way, but how did Mo Shoucheng treat her?

On the pretext of socializing outside, but secretly hanging out with other women until midnight, Wen Lan not only did not doubt him, but also made allowances for him, not knowing that he had other women outside.

Mo Zihan's eyes grew colder, and he was sure that he would never betray Bai Mingyue like Mo Shoucheng did to his mother.

"Why did you come back so late last night?"

Early in the morning, when Mo Zihan woke him up, Bai Mingyue blushed and pushed him to ask casually.

Mo-tse kissed her lips, then held her earlobes, and kissed her down the side of her neck. Upon hearing this, he looked up from her chest, his eyes darkening, "Something's been delayed outside."

Bai Mingyue gasped for breath, then let out a sigh, not asking much, looking lazy.

Mo Zihan lowered his voice, looked at her intently and asked, "Do you trust me?"

Bai Mingyue was confused and confused, "What?"

"Do you believe everything I say?" Mo Zihan asked again, not knowing why.

Bai Mingyue nodded blankly. "Yes, I do."

Mo-tse's cold eyes darkened, and he suddenly moved violently. He kissed her fiercely, eager and passionate, almost venting.

Bai Mingyue bit his lips and clutched his shoulders tightly. He could not help but moan. He seemed very unhappy and tried to vent something.

This time, it was exceptionally long. After the passion, Mo Zihan gasped and whispered to Bai Mingyue, who was already paralyzed, "I will never let you down."

Bai Mingyue was too tired to hear clearly. He mumbled and fell asleep again.

After a few days of work, on the weekend, Wen Lan called to ask Mo-tse han to take Bai Mingyue back to Ocean View Villa for dinner, but Mo Zihan refused.

This time, Bai Mingyue finally felt that something was wrong with Mo Zihan. He was not a talkative person. He had been more indifferent for the past two days and looked unhappy.

"I know you don't like going there." Mo Zihan seemed to see her doubts and came over to hug her with a gentle expression, "In the future, you can do whatever you want. You don't have to force yourself."

He didn't want Bai Mingyue to be as worthless as his mother. He only cared about others, but ignored his own feelings. In the end, he had to face the betrayal of his lover.

Bai Mingyue looked at him doubtfully and couldn't help but ask, "But that's your home..."

Mo Zihan shook his head, kissed her lips, and said, "This is my home, our home."

He stressed it out heavily, but Bai Mingyue felt happy. Although she did not understand why he was so strange these two days, he was more indifferent in front of others, but he was better to her, but she did not want to think more, and smiled and leaned into his arms, "Zi Han, thank you for being so good to me."

The two of them stayed at home for a while. Mo-tse han answered the phone and told Bai Mingyue, "I'm going out later."

Then he asked her, "What about you? Where do you want to go today? I'll send you there first."

Bai Mingyue shook his head and smiled at him understandably, "I've made a deal with Ruo Xi. If there's nothing else, go visit her studio. If there's anything else, go ahead and do it. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, I'll be with you another day." Mo-tse gave her a cold hug, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Mo Zihan, you're so nice to me. You didn't do anything to me." Bai Mingyue pushed him away and teased him with a smile.

Mo Zihan looked at her seriously, "I will never."

...

Mo Zihan left the villa. Su Zhe was already waiting for him at the appointed place. This was the most secretive and powerful private detective agency in the country. He wanted to know something that the other party had already found out.

"Mr. Mo, this woman named Xu Jiaorou, twenty years ago, was the most famous nightclub in a city, the golden moon dance hall. She has been adopted by your father, and we found out that she had given birth to a son for your father..."

When the other party saw him coming over personally, he took out a thick stack of information and handed it to him solemnly, "It's your brother Mo Xiaoran."

Even Mo Zihan, who had always been calm and indifferent, could not help but be shocked by this result. He was stunned for a moment before he slowly took all the information.

Mo Xiaoran's background was definitely not what he expected. Thinking of all these years, Wen Lan's love for Mo Xiaoran was no less than half of his, Mo Zihan was even angrier and felt unworthy of his mother.

Wen Lan had always thought that when Mo Shoucheng brought home the illegitimate child who had just been weaned outside to raise her, he had long cut off contact with the child's birth mother. She had no idea that they had been cheating on her all these years.

"Have they met in the past few days?" Mo-tse asked coldly, his face as cold as iron, and his eyes sparkled with horror.

Thinking about all these years, Mo Shoucheng's attitude towards his mother was neither cold nor affectionate. He thought that his father only cared about his career.

But it was only today that he began to suspect that Mo Shoucheng's feelings for her mother, Wen Lan, over the years, were not so respectful, but simply not in love with her.