Chapter 623: Your Good Days Are Over

“What do you mean?”

Mo Li was being effectively placed under house arrest, unable to access any information from the outside world.

His phone worked normally, but there was no signal, and calls couldn’t come through.

He used to receive daily work reports from his secretary, but for an entire week, he was completely cut off and was unaware of anything happening outside.

This kind of situation had also occurred three years ago.

Not only was he under house arrest, but he had nearly been tormented by Mo Tingshen to the point of losing a layer of skin.

He had nearly lost his life, hanging by a thread, which left him paralyzed for half a year before he gradually recovered.

Back then, hiding it from Mo Tingshen, each medical treatment was quietly conducted by bringing in trustworthy doctors to the house, all the household staff’s lips were sealed, and no one was allowed to reveal a single word to Mo Tingshen.

Afterward, once he regained his senses, Mo Li eagerly appeared in public.

He bribed journalists who reported competitively, his presence in the media rivaling that of a celebrity, and it seemed like his news was everywhere in the country.

At that time, Mo Tingshen was abroad and couldn’t reach him, so Mo Li narrowly escaped a disaster.

After these two public appearances, Mo Tingshen did not do anything to him again.

This incident had always made Mo Li immensely proud, to the point of being confident to the verge of arrogance.

Since he had won then, another round would result in the same outcome, especially since this time, Mo Tingshen had no concrete evidence against him.

He had personally made sure the surveillance from that night was destroyed; there was no possibility of a mistake.

Convinced that Mo Tingshen couldn’t touch him, he allowed himself to be placed under house arrest, waiting for a while before repeating his old tricks.

Who could do anything to him then?

However, Ling Wei now despised Mo Li to the extreme.

She glanced at him and asked, “Mo Li, don’t you think you’ve grown old?”

Mo Li frowned as he looked at her.

“Do you really think you can still contact journalists?”

Mo Li suddenly felt anxious, “What’s with this ominous tone first thing in the morning?

What are you really trying to say?”

Ling Wei coldly laughed repeatedly, “Your good days are over.”

“What do you mean!”

Mo Li picked up a plate and threw it on the floor with force, the shattered pieces and scattered sandwiches went everywhere.

He couldn’t bear that his usually submissive wife dared to provoke him time and again, and he shouted angrily, “Who has been talking in your ear?

If you’re brave enough, say it out loud.

I see you’ve grown bold, daring to be so reckless in front of me!”

Ling Wei stood up, a bit of salad dressing staining her pants where a lettuce leaf had brushed against her.

Her body tensed up to the point of shaking, and she bit her lip, remaining silent.

Mo Suizhi had just come downstairs when he heard the commotion in the dining room.

From his angle, he couldn’t directly see inside the dining room; he could only see the back of Ling Wei.

He didn’t really want to see Mo Li’s face.

He sighed softly and whispered to the servant pushing the wheelchair behind him, “Let’s go upstairs, I won’t have breakfast, just prepare a cup of coffee for me.”

“Second Young Master, how can you drink coffee on an empty stomach?

When you are already…

frail, shall I ask the kitchen to prepare some millet porridge?”

“No need,” Mo Suizhi looked away, his hands pressing the automatic buttons on the armrest, his body already turning towards the direction of the elevator, “I’m not in the mood to eat.

Don’t go to the dining area; just take me upstairs.”

“I’m not here, and you won’t even have breakfast?”

Footsteps approached from afar, and Mo Tingshen’s upright figure entered from outside, his shoulders seemingly draped in the morning’s warm light.

Mo Suizhi, feeling momentarily unreal, took a closer look and then smiled, “Big brother, how come you’re back?”

“Came back to see you.”

Mo Tingshen nodded at the servant, “Prepare breakfast for the Second Young Master, the usual items he eats, and take them upstairs.”