Chapter 631: Mom Jumped Off The Building

Yeh Hannian intended to have breakfast delivered to the room to eat.

But Tuantuan sternly rejected the idea.

Having no choice, he could only pick Tuantuan up and carry her back to the room, took out a set of clothes from the wardrobe, and wrapped her up tightly before carrying her downstairs to the dining room for breakfast, and afterwards, casually strolled around.

On the other end, after Chu Yao hung up the phone, she sent a message to Sister Mi:

“Cancel this number for me, and get a new one.”

Sister Mi replied instantly, “Harassed by crazed fans again?”

Crazed fans?

It wasn’t even intended for her.

It was directed at Nan Jiaojiao, and there was no chance for even a hint of approach, that girl was so naive, still clueless about the ways of the world at her age, not knowing where she had provoked some odd character.

Just as she was about to respond dismissively, the car door on her left opened, and Mo Tingshen sat down.

She instinctively frowned and opened all the car windows.

“Stay away from me, you’re covered in the scent of blood.”

Mo Tingshen, holding the steering wheel with one hand, glanced at the tablet in front of her; the screen showed a live feed of the Mo Family’s dining room.

Mo Li lay under the table, in a panic covering his knees, incessantly shouting for help, his voice tearing as if splitting, he was unable to move, straining to look toward the outside of the dining room.

A trail of blood dragged underfoot.

No matter how much he screamed, no one ever came to help him up.

“Are you satisfied now?” he asked.

Chu Yao, displeased, looked up at him, scrutinizing him for a moment before suddenly lifting the corners of her lips in a smile, her enchanting features blooming like a peony.

She put her phone aside without answering the message, leaned in closer, her arm elegantly draped over his shoulder, her beautiful fingers supporting her chin, her eyelids half-lifted, her gaze not entirely on Mo Tingshen yet making him feel intensely scrutinized.

“You call this satisfaction?” she countered, her smile deepening, “Isn’t he still alive?”

The dark light in Mo Tingshen’s eyes grew deeper, “Xiao Yao, to kill is to pay with one’s life.”

Chu Yao’s fingers played at the corner of her lips, seemingly in agreement, and nodded along with his words, “You’re right, if you died, whose blood would I suck then?”

She was always like this in front of him, never hiding anything.

Even if it was using him, she would tell him candidly.

After teasing him for a while, Chu Yao sat back, her refined face momentarily grew somber, and she picked up her phone and replied to a message from Sister Mi.

Hearing him ask, “Who are you contacting?”

“Does it concern you?”

Chu Yao raised her head, smiled at him, “If I said it’s a man, would you believe me?”

Mo Tingshen took a deep breath, “I’m taking you to the hospital for a check-up.”

“Oh.”

Chu Yao replied dully, leaning back into the seat, her head sinking into the soft pillow, her shoulders tilting slightly more towards the car door.

Instinctively not wanting to be any closer to him.

Mo Tingshen was just about to start the car when his phone rang with a call from Mo Suizhi.

As soon as he answered, before he could speak, he heard Mo Suizhi say in a panic, “Big brother, Mom…

she jumped off the building.”

Mo Tingshen was struck as if by lightning.

The phone wasn’t on speaker, but since he held it next to his right ear, Chu Yao, being close by, heard everything very clearly.

She chuckled, “Don’t go.”

“Xiao Yao, that’s my mom!”

Chu Yao’s expression was indifferent, “I know, so what?”

Mo Tingshen’s hand, clenching the steering wheel, tightened fiercely, the veins on his hand bulging, she glanced at them absentmindedly, her gaze inching up to his face.

In his eyes at that moment, she was the epitome of unreasonableness, so cold and cruel that she seemed utterly devoid of empathy.