Chapter 1605: He Doesn't Owe

Mother Qiao sat down again, soothingly, “Is it because of that girl named Chu Yao?”

Qiao Man’s eyelids twitched briefly, she pressed her lips tightly together, saying nothing.

“I knew it was that vixen stirring trouble. She’s really something; even after going so far away, she can still meddle!”

Qiao Man’s brows and eyes lowered even more, “Tingshen said nothing.”

“What can he even say? He’s the one getting trapped and drained. Back when Mrs. Mo was still alive, she didn’t like this adopted daughter. I really don’t understand, why keep her then? The Mo Family wouldn’t even acknowledge her, yet she shamelessly clings on!”

Mother Qiao became angrier as she spoke, “Tell me, what did she do? I’ll deal with her!”

Qiao Man didn’t say a word to endorse anything or to support Chu Yao. She only had the feeling that Mo Tingshen’s indifference towards her was related to Chu Yao, so it wasn’t exactly slandering.

She felt uneasy, “Mom, at our wedding, will Chu Yao come back?”

“She dares! If she comes, I’ll kick her out. It’s the Mo Family who adopted her, not Tingshen. At her age, the Mo Family has no responsibility for her. What right does an adopted daughter have to come!”

While speaking, Mother Qiao picked up the scattered gowns from the floor, patted the dust off, properly put them on hangers, and hung them back in the closet. She gathered up the ones that were cut apart, and planned to throw them out as trash later.

Before leaving, she told Qiao Man to rest well.

How could she sleep? She stayed up until midnight, her heart clogged with resentment, and she grabbed her phone to dial a number.

“It’s me, Qiao Man.”

“Let’s talk.”

…

Mo Tingshen arrived home; it was already late night.

He drove slowly, and when he passed the flower garden, noticing some figures moving, he parked the car and walked over.

A few gardeners were crouched on the ground. At first, they didn’t notice anyone had walked in, but when they turned to fetch something, they saw Mo Tingshen and immediately stood up.

“Mr. Mo, you haven’t slept yet?”

“Not yet; it’s so late. Why are you still working?”

“We just got here too. Some plants need nighttime care; it won’t take long, we’ll finish soon.”

Then they added, “It used to be done by Miss Xiao Yao; she never let us help. After she left, we took care of them for a while, nearly killing a few. We’ve managed to save them now, so we check in every night to be sure.”

Mo Tingshen’s dark eyes narrowed, he responded a soft “Mm,” and did not say more.

“Finish up and head back, get some rest.”

The gardener replied, “Sure, Mr. Mo, you rest early too.”

Mo Tingshen nodded slightly, he carefully moved aside to avoid stepping on the plants. But stepping back, he accidentally stepped on a broken flower pot, the shards scratched against his pants. When he lifted his foot, he suddenly realized the pot was supposed to be in the dining room.

“Why are they here!”

Mo Tingshen’s tone suddenly intensified, and without waiting for the gardener’s response, he squatted down, picked up the shattered petals, found a new flower pot, and tried to gather the soil back into it.

His anxiety was as if the broken items were treasured jewels.

“They were taken from the dining room; all dried up. Miss Qiao Man asked us to replace them with new pots, but I… I didn’t hold them steady and broke two.”

“So you’re not saving them?” Mo Tingshen demanded sharply.

The gardener was startled, fearfully said, “The roots are already dead, there’s no way to save them.”

Another gardener chimed in, “Yeah, we tried to transplant them, but they wouldn’t survive, they’re dead.”

These flower pots were planted by Chu Yao herself.