Chapter 2

Mo Honghai has always been jealous of Mo Hongshan.

When the two brothers were in school, their grades were not very good. They graduated from high school and entered society. At that time, their family didn’t have much money. Their parents hoped that the two brothers could learn a trade and find a job to live a steady life. Mo Honghai refused and persistently asked their family for money to go south to do business. Mo Hongshan, on the other hand, followed their parents’ advice and stayed locally to learn to drive from a master.

Later on, Mo Honghai always said that Mo Hongshan was lucky.

Lucky to have found a good master, Mo Hongshan drove taxis steadily and earned more than enough money, unlike him, who lost everything in his business ventures and even ended up in debt.

He was lucky to have been introduced to a beautiful wife by his master, unlike him, whose wife ran away, leaving behind a son who knows where.

Lucky to have been away when their parents passed away, leaving the small house to Mo Hongshan’s family of three.

Lucky to have a son who is good at studying. He couldn’t understand how his nephew turned out to be so smart when neither Mo Hongshan nor Zhao Qiaomei were cut out for studying. How could their son be so intelligent?

Unfortunately, luck always runs out eventually.

At first, Mo Honghai was quite upset upon receiving the news. After all, they were brothers. But after the initial sadness, he realized that while Mo Hongshan’s luck had run out, his luck had arrived. A car accident took away both Mo Hongshan and his wife, leaving only Mo Yin, an eighteen-year-old boy. However smart he might be, how much could he decide? The future was in his hands now! The driver who caused the accident died, leaving no one to compensate, but Youcheng Logistics was a big company! This was a great opportunity to make a fortune!

“Xiao Yin—”

Mo Honghai was flushed with embarrassment. He understood Mo Yin’s implication. Seeing Mo Yin’s smiling face, he became even more furious. He thought to himself, “My son is indeed just like me, all wolves in sheep’s clothing! If it weren’t for me giving Mo Hongshan the opportunity to stay at home, could Mo Hongshan have such a comfortable life?!”

“Uncle,” Mo Yin’s tone was still gentle, “don’t worry, I’m just speaking hypothetically. Neither of us is stupid, but someone is treating us like fools. Can’t you see that?”

Mo Honghai was taken aback. “Who?”

“Youcheng Logistics.”

Mo Honghai was a little dazed, forgetting to be angry. He just stared at his nephew, who looked gentle and weak, not knowing how to react.

“Uncle, we’re family,” Mo Yin said, “you shouldn’t be helping outsiders.”

“I… I’m not helping outsiders…”

Mo Honghai mumbled, his arrogance gradually diminishing.

Mo Yin sighed, showing some pity. “You mentioned Secretary Ding just now, right? He’s from Youcheng Logistics, isn’t he?”

Mo Honghai didn’t say anything, afraid that if he spoke, Mo Yin would lead him astray. He vaguely felt that this clever nephew didn’t match his weak appearance. Perhaps he really had some ideas.

“Now Youcheng Logistics is in a public relations crisis, and their stock price has dropped a lot. They’re trying to persuade you to persuade me to cooperate with them, but essentially, it’s just a one-time deal.”

Mo Yin’s voice was calm, without any resentment, objectively analyzing the situation for Mo Honghai.

“Uncle, I don’t know what benefits they promised you, but they definitely won’t make a losing deal. Compared to saving their stock price, do you think the money they offer us is enough?”

Upon hearing this, Mo Honghai couldn’t help but interrupt, “So, Xiao Yin, what do you suggest?”

Mo Yin smiled, “I mean, we can’t let them have it easy.”

Mo Honghai followed up, “How much should we ask from them?” After saying this, he blushed and hurriedly defended himself, “I’m thinking for your sake. I haven’t taken any money myself.”

“I know,” Mo Yin said with a melancholic expression, “Uncle, now I’m an orphan, and I can only rely on you.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Honghai felt relieved. He glanced at the lower half of Mo Yin’s body covered by the blanket, thinking to himself, “Yes, even though he’s smart, he still needs someone to take care of him. If Mo Yin doesn’t rely on me, then who else can he rely on?”

Mo Honghai gradually forgot his previous anger and humbly said, “Xiao Yin, you’re right. You’re a top student, smarter than me. Tell me, what should we do next?”

Mo Yin: “The driver who caused the accident died, and he had no family. The only one left who can help them with public relations related to this accident is me, Uncle. There’s a term called ‘Strange goods can live’, meaning that this thing is exclusively yours. Others want to buy it, and whatever price they offer, it’s up to you to decide.”

The air conditioning in the ward was not low, and Mo Honghai was sweating on his back, excited.

When Secretary Ding contacted him, he knew that his chance to turn his life around had come.

Half a million.

As long as he moved his lips and said a few words to persuade his nephew, the money would fall from the sky like rain. Besides, the compensation could still be negotiated later. This five hundred thousand was real cash, and only a fool would refuse it.

Mo Honghai licked his lips. He finally realized that since Secretary Ding was willing to offer this amount, it meant that his value was far more than that. He was indeed a businessman! Even though he was temporarily blinded by the five hundred thousand, he didn’t think much and came over with a basket of fruits happily.

Mo Yin was right. Whatever he asked for, it should be up to him to decide!

This wasn’t just a turning point; it was a moment that would change his destiny!

“Okay,” Mo Honghai’s eyes were shining with excitement, trembling with excitement, “I’ll go talk to them again for you.”

“It’s not enough to just talk like this.”

“How should we talk then?”

Mo Honghai asked for advice, completely forgetting that he had just cursed Mo Yin as a wolf in sheep’s clothing in his mind. At this moment, Mo Yin was an angel, a money tree, a chance bestowed upon him by heaven.

“Uncle, you’re the closest person to me now,” Mo Yin reached out and touched his numb legs under the blanket, whispering, “You can represent me and demand justice.”

“Youcheng Logistics just released an apology video and statement, and the effect is not bad. If the situation completely calms down, I’m afraid it will be difficult for me to even get basic compensation.”

Mo Yin frowned, and Mo Honghai also felt anxious. “What should we do then?”

“Didn’t you say that reporters were coming tomorrow?”

“Yes, reporters… they can witness it. If you’re willing to forgive them…”

“You can contact Secretary Ding and tell him I agree to have Mr. Pei visit tomorrow and allow the reporters to take photos.”

“What? Just agree like this?!”

Mo Honghai forgot that he had just persuaded Mo Yin to accept the visit and anxiously asked, “Wouldn’t they refuse to pay us then?”

“Don’t worry for now…”

Mo Yin whispered. He turned his face sideways, with long eyelashes, and spoke softly. Mo Honghai instinctively bent over, lowered his head, and listened carefully. He nodded along, interrupting, “But won’t this make them angry?”

“They dare not. With reporters present, if they dare to turn hostile, they’ll be the ones in trouble.”

“What if the reporters leave?”

Mo Yin smiled calmly. “Uncle, what are you afraid of? You can continue to contact reporters. As long as the situation doesn’t calm down, we will always take the initiative. We have to fight them to the end.”

Mo Honghai thought about it. They had nothing to lose anyway. Mo Yin was lying in the hospital, and apart from a pile of debts and a son who knows where he had nothing else. What was there to fear? That’s right, they had to fight to the end!

Mo Honghai made up his mind. “Okay, let’s do as you say!”

Mo Honghai comforted Mo Yin a few more times, saying something about being united as relatives and making sure to see this through. Mo Yin smiled and agreed. After leaving the ward, Mo Honghai felt something was strange.

Mo Yin had just lost his parents not long ago, and he had been lying in the hospital bed all this time. He had only woken up a few days ago. How could he keep smiling and analyzing things for him? Providing so many ideas?

Mo Honghai felt as if he had been stung by a poisonous insect, his whole body numb. He shook his head again, feeling that he was overthinking it. Mo Yin had probably already suffered enough in the hospital these days. People had to look forward. Wasn’t he the same? The feeling passed quickly, and tomorrow’s matters were more important. He had to go back and prepare.

*

When the nurse came in to check on him, Mo Yin asked if she wanted fruits. “My uncle bought them.”

“No need. You eat them yourself,” the nurse felt sympathetic towards this handsome young man who had lost his parents, “shall I bring you an orange?”

“Thank you, but I don’t feel like eating right now.”

Mo Yin smiled faintly, gazing at the nurse with a somewhat melancholic expression. He whispered softly, “My uncle said my legs are useless now and I’ll never be able to stand again. Is it true?”

The nurse was momentarily speechless.

For Mo Yin, this car accident could only be described as a blessing in disguise. He survived, but it was highly likely—no, the doctors had already concluded—that he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair. No one had informed Mo Yin of this news because they thought it would be too cruel for him to bear.

Even bystanders like them were hesitant, so why would his own relatives suddenly reveal the truth?

The nurse hesitated and said vaguely, “Don’t think too much about it. Just focus on recovering for now.”

Mo Yin fell silent for a long time before uttering a soft “okay.”

The nurse felt a pang of sympathy seeing the forced calmness mingled with despair on his face, so she offered a few words of comfort before leaving the room.

As the door closed softly, Mo Yin’s expression gradually faded.

In the memories transmitted to him, Mo Yin was an outstanding, gentle, and proud person.

His excellence was evident in his abilities, his gentleness was merely an external facade, and pride was the deepest color in his personality.

His background was undoubtedly as ordinary as it could be, but he would never allow himself to become an ordinary person. He wanted to realize his dreams and change his fate through his own efforts.

But now…

Mo Yin lowered his head and looked at his legs, lying numb under the blanket.

If he was destined to become a villain in this world, then it was clear which camp the protagonist he would have to confront belonged to.

Youcheng Logistics.

Mo Yin smiled.

He didn’t feel angry or resentful; he found it rather amusing.

In his previous small world, he was too strong, so strong that the whole world felt fake to him, like a toy pieced together. A slight touch could collapse the world.

This time, the world seemed so real. There should be a decent opponent, right?

*

Mo Yin woke up at eight in the morning.

The nurse brought breakfast, and with the help of the nurse, Mo Yin sat up to drink the porridge. He guessed that these nurses were hired by Youcheng Logistics; they were efficient and tight-lipped.

Mo Yin ate porridge while checking his phone.

After tidying him up a bit, the nurse whispered, “Mr. Pei will come at 9 o’clock.”

Mo Yin’s movements paused as he ate the porridge. He smiled at the nurse and said, “Thank you, I know.”

The nurse waited for him to finish eating, then handed him a hot towel to wash his face and body.

The ward was quiet. Mo Yin was being turned and wiped by the nurse like a doll. The nurse was very professional and strong. It seemed that she had received special instructions to make Mo Yin cleaner today.

His back felt hot and painful from being wiped, and when it came to his lower body, Mo Yin felt nothing.

After wiping him clean, the nurse tucked him in and changed the sheets.

Mo Yin looked down and saw himself lying in bed, exposed, with many bandages wrapped around his legs, scattered on the bed without any sensation.

It was said that his nerves were severely injured, almost irreparable.

Even if there was a chance, this body full of scars would never soar in the blue sky again.

Mo Yin smiled up at the ceiling.

The nurse tucked him back in, carefully tucking the corners of the blanket. “If you need anything, you can press the call button.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Mo Yin lay on the bed, quietly waiting until 9 o’clock, his hand touching the phone on the bedside table, checking the live news.

In the era of new media, hot news was broadcast prominently.

Mo Yin clicked in. Pei Jingyou wore a deep gray suit, with his hair still salt-and-pepper. He wasn’t very old, only in his fifties, but he looked tired and old, surrounded by reporters. Two employees in black suits helped him keep a distance.

“Mr. Pei, are you here today to visit the victims?”

“Mr. Pei, it is said that the victim has been diagnosed with paralysis. How do you plan to take responsibility in the future?”

“Mr. Pei, please respond, are all members of the ‘Death Squad’ orphans?”

“… “

Questions came one after another, pressing.

Pei Jingyou stopped at the entrance of the hospital and turned to face the reporters. “I’ve already responded to relevant matters at the press conference. Today, I’m here to see the child,” he folded his hands together, the Buddhist beads slipping down his wrist, his expression sincere, “Please, show some mercy and give the child some privacy.”

Pei Jingyou was the richest man in the city, a nationally renowned entrepreneur with an estimated net worth of hundreds of billions. He was usually low-key and surprisingly well-mannered, appearing refined despite his age, and he rarely appeared in public.

This elegant and courteous tycoon, bowing his head to protect the privacy of the victims from the media, immediately garnered sympathy from netizens and dissatisfaction towards the media. They criticized the media for not even sparing a visit to the hospital, questioning whether they were truly advocating for the victims or just seeking attention and traffic.

The car accident had become the headline news in the city, and the live broadcast room was exploding with activity. The comments were scrolling so fast that Mo Yin couldn’t keep up. He took a sip of water slowly, preparing to watch the next act he orchestrated.

Just as Pei Jingyou turned around, there was suddenly a loud roar in the live broadcast.

—”Red Mountain Qiaomei, you both died miserably——”

Mo Yin choked on his water.

The camera in the live broadcast room swiftly panned, creating a blur, and then focused on it. Mo Honghai was dressed in mourning attire, wearing mourning clothes and filial piety, holding a portrait of Mo Hongshan and his wife. He was kneeling beside the reporter’s car, wailing and lamenting, and the reporters immediately swarmed around excitedly after a brief moment of surprise.

The comments section in the live broadcast room exploded instantly, filled with question marks and shocked expressions scrolling across the screen.

Mo Honghai was crying and lamenting about how difficult his brother’s family had it, how talented his nephew was supposed to be, but now he was just a paralyzed person, all thanks to the unscrupulous and heartless company, Youcheng…

Mo Yin shook his head lightly, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. “What a terrible performance.”