Chapter 11

Mo Yichen casually stood, exuding an air of natural nobility, like a fairy tale prince who had accidentally fallen into the mundane world. Zhu Jia walked up to him, and only then did she notice the height difference between them. Zhu Jia was 170 cm tall, and after putting on high heels, her face was just level with his chest. She silently calculated that Mò Yichen must be around 190 cm tall.

That dog of a man still had a good appearance, enough to fool young girls. But as everyone knows, the male protagonists in old-fashioned novels are almost useless except for their looks and wealth. Zhu Jia gave Mo Yichen a quick glance, thinking that his appearance might not be completely useless. She hoped that little Wen could inherit such looks.

At that moment, Aunt Li walked over, holding little Wén, who was fast asleep with his eyes closed. Today, he was dressed in a blue and white sports-style onesie, with a small blue hat on his head. The outfit was a bit tight, making him look even chubbier and cuter than usual.

“Are all the things ready?” Zhu Jia asked Aunt Li.

“Yes, Madam, everything is prepared. Bottles, formula, diapers, and clothes… all packed in this bag,” Aunt Li said, pointing to the large bulging bag beside her. Since they were going to be out until the evening, everything little Wén might need had been packed.

The hotel for the full moon banquet was about a 30-minute drive from their home, but Zhu Jia couldn’t ride in the same car with little Wén. She watched Aunt Li place him in the back seat of a black Bentley, and couldn’t help but double-check the safety seat’s belt and buckle. After ensuring everything was secure, she reluctantly closed the car door and turned to get into a long, two-tone Maybach.

Zhu Jia and Mo Yichen sat together in silence, soon arriving at the hotel. The full moon banquet had invited nearly all the upper-class elites in the city, making it a highly publicized event. The hotel entrance was already surrounded by reporters, all waiting in hopes of capturing exclusive photos.

Mo Yichen and Zhu Jia were the first to get out of the car. He slightly lowered his head and bent his elbow, and Zhu Jia , understanding, linked her arm with his. A few bodyguards in black suits escorted them into the hotel, keeping the reporters at bay. The black Bentley carrying little Wén arrived shortly after, and a few large bodyguards quickly shielded him from the paparazzi with large umbrellas as he was placed into a stroller.

Zhu Jia walked ahead with Mo Yichen, while Aunt Li pushed little Wén behind them, flanked by two rows of bodyguards in black suits. This was Zhu Jia’s first time accompanying Mo Yichen on an outing, and she found it to be quite a novel experience. Indeed, the entourage of a male lead in a novel was grand!

They took the elevator up to the hotel’s 55th floor, where the entire floor had been booked by the Mò family. The five-meter-high banquet hall was already filled with people holding champagne glasses, chatting in small groups. After all, nearly all the prominent figures in the city were here, making it a rare and excellent opportunity for socializing.

When Mo Yichen and Zhu Jia appeared, the room fell silent. The Mò family was a prestigious, century-old noble family, at the pinnacle of high society. As the eldest son of Mo Ronghua, Mo Yichen had been the Mò family’s heir since birth. Though only 25 years old, he had already shown extraordinary ability and held absolute power in the family, commanding the respect of everyone in the room.

All eyes turned to Zhu Jia, the legendary Mrs. Mo, and she felt their gaze full of various emotions: scrutiny, admiration, curiosity, and envy.

Zhu Jia calmly accepted their gazes, without any hint of nervousness or arrogance, walking as leisurely as if she were in her own garden. She felt no special emotions about the situation; after all, she would only hold the title of Mrs. Mo for a year. Once she earned the 3 million points required, she would leave the Mo family and the high society behind. She would be free to go wherever she pleased, living a life as carefree as a bird in the sky.

As they mingled with others, Zhu Jia met many people and heard endless flattery. Everyone greeted Mo Yichen with bows and smiles, and Zhu Jia only smiled politely, saying little.

She couldn’t help but reflect on how Mo Yichen had grown up in this world of adoration and attention. Comparing that to her own grey childhood in the welfare home, she truly felt the vast difference in their backgrounds.

During a break in the socializing, Zhu Jia took little Wén and Aunt Li to her private resting room to settle in. Little Wén was still too young to be in such a noisy environment for long. They would go out to meet people when necessary.

Later, Zhu Jia followed Mo Yichen to a large private room inside the banquet hall. Inside, a few men were sitting on the sofa, smoking cigars.

“Yichen, you’re here,” a middle-aged man, slightly plump and with a smooth demeanor, greeted as he walked toward Mo Yichen.

“Second Uncle,” Mo Yichen nodded at the man. He turned and greeted a few other men sitting on the sofa, “Dad, Third Uncle, Father-in-law.”

Zhu Jia’s pupils widened in shock! Sitting on the sofa was her biological father! Though she had inherited the memories of her original self, she could only recall bits and pieces of her father’s image. She suppressed her surprise and followed Mo Yichen to greet the men.

“Is this Jia Jia? Yichen’s got great taste. I always wondered why he was single, now I know it’s because he had already set his sights on such a beauty,” Second Uncle Mo, holding a glass of amber-colored liquor, said with a beaming smile. His flattering words came easily, and although he was in his forties, his charm was still apparent. It was clear he had been a typical young playboy.

“Yichen, come and sit,” said the man seated in the main position on the sofa. Zhu Jia curiously took a couple of glances. It seemed the man in the center was Mo Yichen’s father, Mo Ronghua. Though older in age, his features were sharp, and his demeanor exuded authority and charisma.

Mo Ronghua had officially retired a year ago, handing over the reins of the Mo Group to Mo Yichen.

To his right sat a tall, thin man who appeared much younger—probably under 40. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he had the refined air of a scholar, contrasting sharply with the more imposing presence of his elder brothers.

The book Zhu Jia had read didn’t dwell much on the Mo family’s elite affairs. After all, the story’s main focus was on romance, and any glimpses into the family’s secrets primarily served to enhance the love story between the leads.

Following Mo Yichen, Zhu Jia sat on the sofa. From another entrance, a well-dressed middle-aged woman entered, accompanied by a boy in his early twenties and a teenage girl around fifteen or sixteen.

“Young Master,” the woman greeted Mo Yichen respectfully. A closer look revealed her beauty—delicate and soft, evoking sympathy even at her age.

“Brother,” echoed the boy and girl behind her. The girl stole a glance at Zhu Jia and quickly looked down when Zhu Jia smiled at her.

Mo Yichen merely nodded, his demeanor turning colder, as if deliberately avoiding introducing them to Zhu Jia.

The woman froze awkwardly, glancing at Mo Ronghua, as if silently lamenting her plight.

Mo Ronghua waved her off. “Alright, Xiao Yin, take the kids and go play.”

So, this was Mo Yichen’s stepmother and half-siblings! Zhu Jia recalled from the book that Mo Yichen’s biological mother had passed away during his college years, after which Mo Ronghua remarried this woman surnamed Yin.

But something seemed off. If Mo Yichen had only been in college ten years ago, how could his stepmother’s children already be so grown up? His half-brother was already in his twenties!

Zhu Jia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. The depths of this elite family ran far deeper than they appeared, and she felt like she had stumbled upon something significant.