Chapter 124: A Scene of Chaos! Don’t Hang Up, Let Him Speak

Why should the Xia family keep accommodating the Liang family?

Xia Yuze could no longer hold back. “Uncle, what exactly do you want?”

Liang Bo replied, “My toy factory has gone under, and I want to restart it. I need your mom’s help.”

Having already fallen from grace, he still shamelessly clung to Liang Min for support.

Xia Yuze laughed in anger. “I’ve made it clear: the Xia family will not help the Liang family anymore!”

Liang Bo wasn’t bothered at all. With a cheeky grin, he said, “When did the Xia family allow you to call the shots?”

Xia Yuze was furious, stuck with a rogue uncle—what terrible luck he had!

Qin Mohuai cast a disinterested glance at Liang Bo, a cryptic smile flickering in his eyes. “You want to restart your toy factory? I can point you in the right direction: go find Boss Zhou, the one you used to share a cell with.”

“Boss Zhou hates me now; there’s no way he’ll help!”

“He will help you,” Qin Mohuai stated flatly.

Indeed, if Qin Mohuai said so, Boss Zhou would have no choice but to help, or he wouldn’t survive in Xiangzhou.

Liang Bo grinned widely, bowing to Qin Mohuai. “Thank you, President Qin. I appreciate your help as a relative. Once I get the factory running, I’ll definitely come to thank you in person!”

“Then get lost.”

“Huh?” Liang Bo’s smile froze. “Okay, okay, I’ll leave right away.”

After the Liang family departed, Xia Yuan grasped Qin Mohuai’s arm. “Why help Liang Bo?”

Qin Mohuai patted her hand gently. “After all, Liang Bo is your mother’s brother. If he can turn his life around, why not give him a chance to prosper? A harmonious family means everything.”

Liang Min felt guilty for troubling such an esteemed figure with family matters.

Xia Yuan was puzzled; this “savior” behavior didn’t align with Qin Mohuai’s usual decisive style.

His words were clearly meant for Liang Min, playing a strategic game of “killing with a borrowed knife.”

Qin Mohuai could see through Liang Bo’s greedy nature—he was unlikely to change.

So, if Liang Bo ended up in a bad situation, it had nothing to do with Qin Mohuai.

When Liang Bo had cursed Xia Yuan, claiming she wouldn’t live long, Qin Mohuai had already written him off. He aimed to accumulate merit for Xia Yuan and couldn’t outright eliminate Liang Bo.

Before leaving the KG hotel, Xia Yuan held Liang Min’s hand and whispered, “Mom, I had a long dream. In it, Liang Bo’s toy factory had excessive formaldehyde, harming many children. Yuze, who endorsed him for free, was pressured by public opinion and ended up dead. Liang Bo thrived, stepping over Yuze’s corpse to keep making money.”

“I’ll make sure Liang Bo will never bother us again.”

Her children were Liang Min’s soft spot. Just hearing those words made her uneasy. She understood Qin Mohuai’s reasoning for guiding Liang Bo, and she felt genuine disappointment in her brother.

—

On the way back, Zhenbao was asleep, and the golden retriever was dozing at their feet.

Qin Mohuai feigned rest, but the throbbing in his temples reminded him of the earlier tensions.

The atmosphere was cozy until Xia Yuan received a call from an unfamiliar number.

“It’s me, Mu Yao. I finally returned to the country!”

Xia Yuan instinctively glanced at Qin Mohuai. She didn’t know how difficult it was for Mu Yao to return, but she sensed trouble brewing in his tone.

“Qin Mohuai broke us apart and used his power to imprison you! Yuan, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for him. Have you read The First Love Paradise of Fang Siqi? Your feelings for Qin Mohuai aren’t love; they’re—”

Xia Yuan wanted to hang up.

But Qin Mohuai tightened his grip on her wrist, a sly smile playing on his lips. His deep, soothing voice was cool and sharp, “Let him speak.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I do!”

The Maybach arrived at the Shenghai mansion, and the two walked hand in hand into the villa, sweetly.

Did you forget about a little one still waking up?

—

After the piano lesson, Xia Yuan and Zhenbao played “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” together.

Xia Yuan learned the piano while working part-time in school. The music store owner praised her talent, saying she picked it up quickly and played with feeling, though it was a shame she didn’t start young.

Xia Yuan felt everything was for the best; if her talent had been discovered early, it would have put a lot of pressure on her grandmother.

After their musical session, Xia Yuan read picture books with Zhenbao to help him fall asleep.

His chubby little face showed drowsiness as he held onto his comfort blanket, sleepily asking, “Mommy, do you love Zhenbao?”

“I love you very much!”

Zhenbao seemed to understand suddenly and said, “Mommy, share a little love with Daddy. He has a lot of scars. I’ll tell you secretly, Daddy can cry too.”

Xia Yuan stifled a laugh. Qin Mohuai, even the little one knows you’re a softie!

Qin Mohuai stood at the doorway of the children’s room, not sure how much he had overheard.

Xia Yuan quickly took his hand and moved away. When Qin Mohuai raised an eyebrow, she gave him a quick kiss to calm him.

“Zhenbao is just speaking the truth.”

“Yeah, but he shouldn’t tease his father.”

Xia Yuan was momentarily speechless.

She almost forgot that Qin Mohuai grew up in a large family, where he had to deal with a dictatorial atmosphere.

He only allowed Xia Yuan to act freely; no one else could provoke his king-like authority.

“I don’t care! You can’t bully Zhenbao. You’ve seen how hard it was for me to carry him.”

“Then a child’s debt is paid by the mother.”

In the bathroom, the foggy mirror was covered with messy fingerprints…

The next day.

Xia Yuan got up groggily for brunch. If Qin Mohuai hadn’t been holding her, she wouldn’t have had the energy to make it to the dining room.

Even with Wang Bo and Xiao Jing standing a bit farther away, she couldn’t see them clearly.

Last night, when Qin Mohuai was feeling emotional, he said she was a mesmerizing beauty, with fairer skin and fuller lips, as if she would be beautiful for a lifetime.

If she remembered correctly, Qin Mohuai had cried.

Ha! What crocodile tears!

What kind of crazy male lead cries harder the more fierce he gets?

—

After breakfast, Qin Mohuai drove to meet Mu Yao, and Xia Yuan went along.

At the Coco Café, Xia Yuan unbuckled her seatbelt and said, “I’ll go in first. If Mu Yao is up to something, he’ll reveal himself more easily in front of me.”

“Okay.”

Qin Mohuai agreed since his people were inside anyway.

Mu Yao looked thin and hollow-eyed, once a sunny and popular college guy, now he seemed dark and gloomy.

“Long time no see, Mu Yao. I remember you were great at painting and wanted to be a free artist, traveling the world to collect inspiration, publish a collection, and hold exhibitions. Have you achieved your dreams after all these years?”

Hearing someone remember his past pride and dreams broke Mu Yao, “Yuan, I miss you so much! I… I haven’t achieved my dreams. Qin Mohuai ruined my life!”

“I finally came back to see you. Can we get back together?”

“Qin Mohuai has imprisoned you for years! You have Stockholm syndrome! This isn’t love; it’s a sickness! We’re true love!”

Xia Yuan shot back, “Mu Yao, don’t be so shameless!”