That's good. She can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.
Xi Jia was in a good mood, so she took her clothes and went to the bathroom.
Mo Yushen went to the living room, closed the bedroom door, and called Secretary Ding, asking him to change his flight.
Secretary Ding thought of a phrase: "So happy that one forgets one's homeland." Then another sentence popped into his head: "He loves the country more than the beauty."
He agreed and said he would change the ticket.
Mo Yushen didn't know what was wrong with him, so he explained to Secretary Ding, "It's raining here, and quite heavily, so the mountain road isn't safe." After saying that, he looked out the window.
The sky was high and vast, with large clouds.
Secretary Ding has now gotten used to having to explain and report to the boss about any decisions he makes.
Mo Yushen asked, "Has the information been sent to Mrs. Mo?"
Secretary Ding reported, "It will be delivered at eight o'clock sharp. The security guard downstairs just called to say that Mrs. Mo has come to the company. Chairman Mo is in the company today."
Mo Yushen: "Okay. Call me anytime if anything happens."
"good."
Mo Yushen hung up the phone.
Outside the window, fluffy clouds, like cotton balls, drifted about in the wind.
Very low, within easy reach.
His struggle with Mo Lian and Madam Mo has only just begun.
——
The office of the chairman of the Mo's Group.
Madam Mo questioned Chairman Mo, "You knew yesterday, why didn't you tell me? Such a big thing, you kept it a secret so well! What do you mean, ignoring Mo Lian and doing this for your own benefit?"
She stood in front of the desk, aggressive.
Mr. Mo had been annoyed since yesterday and hadn't slept well last night. He rubbed his temples and said coldly, "Alright, is this ever going to end?"
Mrs. Mo wasn't stupid; she wouldn't really argue with Chairman Mo at this time. She sat down angrily, determined, her eyes reddening.
"Over the years, how much have I suffered, and how much have Mo Lian suffered? Don't you know? Does Mo Yushen think he can just do whatever he wants? Are you just going to let him do as he pleases?"
Mrs. Mo choked up and cried as she recounted her story.
When she married Chairman Mo, Old Master Mo had conditions: neither she nor any of her family members could work for the Mo Group, nor could she participate in any of the group's decisions.
To this day, Mr. Mo remains the largest shareholder of the Mo family business, although his voting rights have been temporarily delegated to Chairman Mo.
As for what the old man really thought—whether he would divide the shares equally between Mo Lian and Mo Yushen, or give them all to Mo Yushen—nobody knew.
Now that Mo Yushen dares to do this, he doesn't respect his father at all. I wonder if it was a hint from the old man.
In any case, the current situation is not favorable for Mo Lian.
If Mo Yushen were to exploit this weakness of Mo Lian, then Mo Lian would be unable to remain on the board of directors.
Madam Mo grew increasingly fearful as she thought about it. She had endured for over twenty years for Mo Lian's future, and now the outcome was decided so soon; she was unwilling to accept it.
"Say something!"
After a long pause, Chairman Mo spoke up: "I know Yu Shen. He won't tolerate Mo Lian. He's taking them down one by one. Even if I retire early, his next target will still be Mo Lian."
Mrs. Mo: "At least there's still a chance. If you ignore Mo Lian and let him be held accountable by the board of directors, he won't be able to stay in the Mo Group! If the old man finds out that Mo Lian did such a despicable thing, do you think he'll let Mo Lian off the hook?"
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.
"You can't just ignore him. If you, as the father, don't take care of your son, who will?"
Mr. Mo squinted, his head throbbing and his temples swollen. He had been pressing on them for so long, but it was no use at all.
Madam Mo defended Mo Lian, saying, "Don't you know him, even if others don't? He doesn't have any bad intentions. He was forced into it by Mo Yushen."
She took a tissue to wipe her tears.
"If the old man hadn't been biased, would he have done this?"
“Mo Lian is not a burden I brought with me. He and Mo Yushen are both children of the Mo family. The old man and the old woman are biased to the extreme.”
Mr. Mo was annoyed. "Can't you just leave me alone for a bit?"
Madam Mo then fell silent.
After sitting for half an hour, feeling the oppressive atmosphere in the office, Mrs. Mo left.
Today in Beijing, the wind is strong, and it stings my face.
Mrs. Mo walked quickly down the steps, and before getting into the car, she looked back at the towering Mo Building.
——
The sound of the door opening startled Mo Yu, who quickly composed himself and turned around.
Xi Jia had already showered; her eyelashes were still damp with a layer of mist. "What are you thinking about?"
Mo Yushen: "Work-related."
He glanced at the time; it was almost noon. They hadn't eaten breakfast either.
"Go down for dinner."
Xi Jia had looked at the notebook in the morning; he had even bought her food last night. Later, the two of them couldn't wait any longer, and although their bodies were full, their stomachs were still empty.
"Take the snacks you packed up last night to the hotel lobby and have them microwave them. I want to eat them."
Mo Yushen took the clothes and put them on. "I'll buy you some fresh ones."
Xi Jia wouldn't allow it; it was cold in the mountains, and it wouldn't spoil overnight. That was the first time he had bought her something, and although it was only twenty or thirty yuan, it meant something different. "I just want to eat what I had last night."
Mo Yushen looked at her, unable to understand. Her memory was failing, and she was becoming increasingly willful. He agreed and took the food downstairs.
Mo Yushen didn't intend to give Xi Jia leftovers. He asked the waiter to heat them up and also got a fresh meal from a restaurant near the entrance.
He ate the heated portion himself.
Mo Yu was afraid that Xi Jia would eat his leftovers from the previous day, so he packed some up and asked the owner for some chili powder and cumin powder. When he got to the hotel lobby, he sprinkled them directly on the heated snacks.
Xi Jia was taking notes for the day when the door opened, and a fragrant aroma wafted in.
"Xi Jia." Mo Yushen called out to her after arranging the packaged food.
"It's here." After writing the last sentence, Xi Jia suddenly felt a sense of "living life."
The suites in the mountain hotel couldn't compare to those in the city; there was no separate dining area, so the two of them made do with eating at the coffee table.
Xi Jia ate her own food, glancing occasionally at the cumin lamb chops in Mo Yushen's takeout box. Unfortunately, they contained chili peppers, and she was taking medication and couldn't tolerate spicy or pungent foods.
afternoon.
Xi Jia took Mo Yushen back to her grandmother's house. Her legs were sore, so she walked slowly and rested for a while on a stone bench by the roadside.
This was Mo Yushen's third visit to Grandma's house. The first two times he only went to the gate, but today he finally saw what the yard looked like.
The courtyard is even more spacious than Mr. Yue's house.
There are only two walls on one side, and a cliff on the other. There is a lake in the distance, so no walls were built, which is perfect for enjoying the scenery.
Standing on the corridor of Grandma's house and looking down, the view is not much worse than that of Mr. Yue's house.
Several rows of bok choy were planted in the yard, and the vegetable garden was kept clean and tidy.
To the old woman, Mo Yushen was a distinguished guest, like her grandson-in-law visiting for the first time.
She called her daughter in the morning and asked her to send some dishes over in the evening.
Mo Yushen sat in the corridor, sipping tea and casually reading Xi Jia's script.
Xi Jia was helping her grandmother pick vegetables in the kitchen, including baby bok choy that she had just picked from the small garden.
During their chat, Xi Jia said, "Grandma, when I go back to Beijing, you should come back with me. You can't sleep well here because of the chirping of insects every day."
She thought that the old woman got up so early every day, just like her, because she was woken up by the chirping of insects.
The old woman smiled and said, "It's cold, so where would you hear insects chirping? What you heard was probably birds chirping early in the morning." There was another house not far from them.
That old man kept a lot of birds.
They chatter away early in the morning.
The old woman said about getting up early, "I'm used to it. I'm getting old and can't sleep. Lying in bed is uncomfortable, so I might as well get up and do some work."
Xi Jia's hand paused, realizing something, and she asked again, "Are insects only chirping in the summer? What about in other seasons?"
The old woman said, "It's mostly in summer, and sometimes in autumn too, but it's quiet. You get used to it and it doesn't bother you." She then asked Xi Jia, "When you came last time, did you find it difficult to get used to living here?"
Xi Jia quickly waved her hand, "I have a garden at home, and there are all kinds of insects chirping there. I'm used to it, it doesn't bother me."
It turns out that she really did have a problem with her ears.
She had suspected it before, but she held onto a sliver of hope, trying to reassure herself that it was just insect chirping, not tinnitus.
The last glimmer of hope was shattered.
The old woman started washing the bok choy and scooped up a basin of spring water. Continuing from where she left off, she said, "I've lived in the mountains my whole life and never want to go anywhere. Your Uncle Liang has argued with me countless times about whether or not to go to Beijing, saying I'm stubborn."
Xi Jia calmed down and quickly composed herself. "Grandma, when my script is made into a TV series, you can visit the set. There are quite a few stars you've seen on TV there."
The old woman smiled and said she would definitely go.
Grandma only prepared a few vegetarian dishes to suit Xi Jia's taste; most of the dishes were light. Grandma didn't know how to cook the meat dishes that young people like, so she asked her son-in-law to send over two dishes from the restaurant.
The person who delivered the vegetables was the old lady's grandson, who was in his early twenties.
As soon as her grandson entered the door, he shouted "Grandma!"
"Coming, coming!" Grandma came out of the kitchen, and Xi Jia followed closely behind.
The grandson saw Mo Yushen in the corridor and blinked, "It's you."
Mo Yushen recognized the young man and gave him a wink, but the young man obviously didn't catch it.
The old woman asked, "Do you still know each other?"
Grandson: "This man bought food from our store this morning. If I had known we were relatives, I wouldn't have charged him."
The old woman gave them an introduction.