Never deeply in love

"Ah Lan, why don't you drink?" Mo Shoucheng put down his glass and urged with a smile. His eyes were sincere and he tried to hide his eagerness.

Wen Lan smiled faintly, sighed, put the glass to his mouth and took a sip, but his eyes were fixed on Mo Shoucheng, as if he was happy and sad.

"Ah Lan, finish this." Mo Shoucheng saw her adam's apple roll twice with her own eyes and smiled at ease.

Wen Lan's heart was filled with sorrow, and he really drank it all in one gulp. He slowly put down his glass and stared at Mo Shoucheng with a burning look of despair in his eyes, "Ah Cheng, you can tell me frankly now, what exactly do you want to do?"

No matter what he wanted to do to her, she didn't want to guess anymore. Even if he wanted to hurt her, she wanted nothing but to understand. After so many years of confusion, she could no longer try to see through her husband.

Mo Shoucheng looked at her empty glass, poured her another one, and filled it up for herself. "Ah Lan, what are you thinking? What can I do to you? Of course, I want to make it up to you, to make it up to you for all the years you've worked for me."

He raised his glass and looked at her with a smile that did not reach his eyes. "Come on, Ah Lan, let's have another drink."

Perhaps it was because she was too upset, or perhaps it was because of her husband's rare warmth over the years, which made her a little absent-minded, as if she had returned to her youth. Wen Lan blushed, smiled and nodded, clinked his glass with him, and drank it all in one gulp.

No matter what Mo Shoucheng wanted to do to her in the end, the worst outcome would be to ask for a divorce. If that's the case, let's just get together.

With this thought in mind, Wen Lan no longer thought about what Mo Shoucheng's purpose was to be so attentive to her. Under Mo Shoucheng's good advice, Wen Lan drank one glass after another.

She had a limited amount of wine. Before she finished half a bottle of red wine, she was already dazzled. She could not hold the glass in her hand while holding her forehead. The glass fell and half of the wine poured out. The white woolen carpet, stained with blood, was especially dazzling.

"Ah Cheng, I, I can't drink anymore." Wen lan propped herself up on the table, her cheeks flushed red, but she looked at Mo Shoucheng with a steady gaze as she ate.

Wen Lan's capacity for alcohol, Mo Shoucheng knew, glanced at the empty bottle, then looked at Wen Lan, the warmth on his face, inch by inch away.

"Wen Lan, don't blame me." Mo Shoucheng's voice grew cold and his face finally darkened.

"Weird... You? Ah, ah... Yes, I've never... Blamed you... Never..." Wen lan's eyes flashed, clearly drunk, with one last bit of clarity.

"That's good. After all, a husband and wife." Mo Shoucheng smiled darkly and held Wen Lan's hand in satisfaction. "It's good for you to go there and find a good family to reincarnate so as not to hinder our family reunion. Why?"

"Then... Side?" Wen Lan held his forehead, as if he didn't hear clearly, and tried to look at him with wide eyes, trying to see clearly. But they could only see the overlapping figures and could not see clearly.

"Ah Cheng, you... What are you talking about?"

Mo Shoucheng looked grim and slowly withdrew his hand. "Wen Lan, don't blame me for being ruthless. You've caused the three of us to be unable to reunite for so many years. Just take it as a good thing and let us be."

"Ah Cheng, you... What did you say?" Wen Lan looked at Mo Shoucheng in a daze, lying on the table, unable to hold on. In a daze, only the warm and romantic candlelight in the room danced gently, a little dazzling.

Wen Lan could not help but smile, as if a voice sounded in his ear, so far away, but so real.

"Miss Wen Lan, I will love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?"

She thought that back then, when Mo Shoucheng proposed to her, he mumbled in a daze.

Mo Shoucheng looked at her coldly, his eyes cold, not half warm. Sure that she was drunk, he picked up a candle and lit it up, illuminating his somewhat frightening face. He walked to the french window and drew the candle closer to the curtain.

With a whoop, a fire came out from the corner of the curtain, spreading upwards and soon burning.

Mo Shoucheng quickly took a few steps back and threw the candle to the ground. At last, he looked at Wen Lan, who was so drunk that he was unconscious. His smile was grim and ruthless. It would be an accident. Who knew that when Wen Lan was drunk, he accidentally knocked over the candle and started a fire.

"Ah Lan, let's meet again in the next life." Mo Shoucheng was pleased with the success of the conspiracy. The fire grew bigger and the smoke began to dissipate, a little pungent. His face changed slightly, excited and somewhat fearful.

Mo Shoucheng quickly walked towards the door of the room, a property owned by Mo corporation. As the group's chairman, he took the opportunity to attend a meeting with his employees before he realized that his wife was drunk and caused a fire to burn.

Such a plan was perfect and no one would suspect him.

Mo Shoucheng snorted coldly, not half reluctant and reluctant to part with his wife. Only a sense of revenge overwhelmed him.

He opened the door of the room and walked out without looking back.

"Dad."

A voice that was almost as cold as ice sounded in her ear.

Mo Shoucheng walked out of the room and had just closed the door when he suddenly heard this sound. His body shook violently and he turned around to look at it.

"Zi, Zi Han." His face was as white as snow. He clenched his fist and stared nervously at Mo Zihan, his veins throbbing on his forehead.

"Where's mom?" Mo Zihan's face was livid as he watched him walk out of the room alone. He also clenched his fists and stared at him viciously.

Mo Shoucheng's heart was pounding, his nerves were tense, and his face was frighteningly pale. No matter what, Mo Zihan could not find out what was wrong.

He took a step back and happened to block the door. His heart beat like a drum, but he forced out a smile. "Your mother is not feeling well. She is resting in her room."

Mo-tse's cold eyes were as cold as ice, looking at him with a hint of inquiry and hostility.

At this moment, he did not realize how crazy Mo Shoucheng would be about his mother.

Before he could say anything, Mo Shoucheng reached out again and took the initiative to put his hand on his shoulder. With a little force, he seemed to be trying to get close, but in fact, he wanted to stop him. He forced himself to look at him with a dry smile, "Zi Han, why are you here?"

"Social engagements." Mo Zihan gave him a cold, casual excuse and looked behind him to signal, "Is mom not feeling well? I'll go in and see her."

"Zi Han." Mo Shoucheng turned to grab his shoulder and his face changed drastically. "You... Your mother is not feeling well. Let her have a good rest. Don't disturb her."

Mo Zihan yanked his hand away and insisted, "I want to go in and see mom."

"Zi Han." Mo Shoucheng stood still in front of the door, pretending to be calm and putting on a strong look. "I told you not to disturb her. You don't even listen to my father?"

The panic in his eyes made Mo Zihan more suspicious and nervous.

"What did you do to my mother?" Mo Zihan stared at him and suddenly became angry, "Get out of the way!"

"Bastard!" Mo Shoucheng growled guiltily. "What are you talking about? I..."

Mo Zihan was worried about Wen Lan and didn't want to talk to him anymore. Ignoring the relationship between father and son, he grabbed Mo Shoucheng's shoulder and pushed him away. Mo Shoucheng never expected that Mo Zihan would dare to do anything to him, and he staggered.

"Bastard, you dare to attack me." When Mo Shoucheng saw that he was going to do it, he was so angry that he couldn't care less and immediately punched him.

Mo Zihan had already grasped the doorknob. Seeing this, he did not dodge. He was punched. The sound of his fist hitting the flesh was heard. Mo-tse snorted and looked at Mo Shoucheng with red eyes. Mo Shoucheng was stunned.

"Chairman."

The conflict between father and son had already alarmed the hotel staff. Before Mo Shoucheng came, he asked for an inspection and had instructed the senior manager to call most of the hotel staff to the conference room to wait.

The appointed meeting time had passed, but the chairman himself couldn't wait. The staff couldn't help but come to him, but they were shocked to see the conflict between the father and son of Mo family. They stared at each other and didn't know what to do.

The father and son were gasping for air, and there was a strange smell in the air, similar to the smell of burning.

Mo Zihan's face changed greatly, and he could no longer care about Mo Shoucheng. He pushed open the heavy solid wood door, and smoke billowed out in an instant, faintly mixed with fire.

"It's on fire -"

The time froze for three seconds, and the hotel staff changed color in fear and screamed.

Mo Shoucheng had been scared out of his wits when he saw someone coming. No matter how cold-blooded and ruthless he was, his plan was disrupted, and the plot couldn't succeed, he couldn't help but panic.

He specifically called a meeting with most of the hotel staff to distract them and ensure that no one would find the fire in time. He didn't expect to run into Mo Zihan and pester him.

"Call the police, call the police -"

The hotel staff were busy.

Mo Zihan choked twice, ignoring the smoke and the smell, and rushed in quickly. The thick curtains were all burning, and they had already begun to spread to the room. Mo Zihan immediately found the drunk Wen Lan. Fortunately, the fire hadn't come yet.

"Mom, wake up, wake up." Mo-tse was furious and shook her desperately, trying to wake her up.

Mo Zihan gritted his teeth and was ready to take Wen Lan away.

"Quickly, quickly put out the fire -" Mo Shoucheng was so angry and unwilling, but he was a little scared. He pretended to scream a few times, realized something, and screamed, "Save someone - there's someone inside -"

Mo Zihan paused, his face extremely cold, then remembered that he still had something important to take.

He bent down and stroked under the wine table where Wen Lan was lying on his stomach. After getting something, he picked up Wen Lan and strode out.

"Zi Han, is your mother okay?" Mo Shoucheng was in a daze and asked, pretending to be calm.

Mo-tse grimaced and his eyes blazed, "You better pray that my mother is fine."