Chapter 321: Whom She Marries Depends Solely on Her Own Will

Nan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, then smiled, “Understood, I won’t make too much of a fuss.”

“Good,” Bo Yanching also laughed, but his laughter was more mocking, and he didn’t immediately pass judgment on the “too much” she mentioned.

Mo Family.

Mo Li sat down and stared at Chu Yao for a long time.

She remained calm, casually picking up food with her chopsticks and chewing slowly.

Her posture was languid, with a hint of carelessness in her eyes, a bit of coldness, and a good measure of mockery.

Mo Li’s temples twitched fiercely as he somewhat restrained his temper.

He asked, “Did you hear what I just said?”

“I heard you clearly.”

“Then do as I said, start coming to the office tomorrow.”

Mo Li and Mo Tingshen did not work at the same company.

Shengchen was Mo Tingshen’s privately-owned enterprise, started from scratch and reached the pinnacle of the industry within just two years, pushing all similar companies out, including Mo’s.

When Mo Tingshen wanted to become independent, Mo Li strongly opposed it.

Mo Suizhi wasn’t cut out for business and only enjoyed superficial and elegant pursuits like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

He couldn’t bear the future of the Mo family.

Mo Tingshen’s talent had already emerged when he was just a teenager.

Others did not know how Mo’s had suddenly risen when it was on the brink of bankruptcy, but Chu Yao knew it very well.

The few projects that made money for Mo’s were all negotiated by Mo Tingshen, but Mo Li, using the excuse that he was still underage and should not be too proud, took all the credit for himself and didn’t even put Mo Tingshen’s name on them.

Later, Mo Li publicly announced that Mo Tingshen’s actions had nothing to do with the Mo family.

He left Mo’s, forbidden from using any Mo connections.

Yet, when Mo Tingshen rapidly dominated the market, Mo Li shamelessly tied Mo’s and Shengchen together, changing his tune to publicly supporting his child’s entrepreneurship, implying that he had supported Mo Tingshen’s rise.

Utterly shameless.

His directive for Chu Yao to work at Mo’s was actually to keep her under surveillance.

“I won’t go.”

Chu Yao moved her chair back, the solid wood legs scraping noisily on the floor.

She leaned back, casting a cold glance at Mo Li, “I won’t agree, whether it’s to be your female PR or to marry Mo Suizhi.”

“Chu Yao, are you opposing me?” scolded Mo Li coldly.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she retorted, her eyes narrowing playfully, devilishly playful.

At that moment, Mo Tingshen stood up and asked her, “Are you finished eating?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go.”

Chu Yao stood up, avoiding Mo Tingshen and walked out from the other side of the chair.

Mo Li stood at the entrance of the dining room, watching coldly, his fierce gaze landing on Mo Tingshen, “What does this mean?”

“I’ll take Xiao Yao away.

From now on, I’ll take care of her.

What she wants to do or who she wants to marry is entirely up to her,” Mo Tingshen said, his voice neither too soft nor too loud, exuding a commanding presence, “and if anyone tries to stop us, just try and see.”

Mo Li’s expression instantly darkened, his mouth opened and closed, but ultimately, he said nothing and stepped aside, making way.

Mo Tingshen walked ahead, and Chu Yao followed.

She lowered her head to straighten her coat when suddenly there was a loud “boom,” the ground shook beneath her feet.

Chu Yao looked up in shock.

A burst of red light filled the sky outside the window.

Before she could get a clear look, Mo Tingshen quickly approached her, throwing himself on top of her, exposing his back to the danger.

“Get off!” She was panicked, frantically beating on Mo Tingshen’s shoulders.

He didn’t move, only grunting in pain, “There’s a secret passage in the living room, I’ll take you out through the back door.”