No one can guarantee whether or not a full recovery will be possible.
Mo Yushen: "I'm not a teenager, I know what I'm doing."
Ji Qingshi's concern was: "Jiajia's handwriting is something that most people can't imitate. She can recognize her own handwriting at a glance." There's no time to learn how to write like her now.
Mo Yushen: "I can write like her, almost the same as her." He had expected this day to come; he had thought of it when she had tinnitus.
For the past few months, he has been practicing that line: I've divorced Mo Yushen.
He didn't know when it started, but he couldn't let go of her, and he couldn't bear to leave her behind.
Even if she doesn't remember him in the future, he can reappear in her life under a different identity.
Chapter 52
Mo Yushen ended his call with Ji Qingshi and walked out of the building.
Secretary Ding is also acting as the driver tonight, so she brought the car over. Judging from Mo Yushen's expression, he couldn't immediately tell whether he and Professor Xiang had reached an agreement.
Mo Yushen sat down in the car.
Secretary Ding glanced at Mo Yushen in the rearview mirror: "Mr. Mo, where are we going?"
Mo Yushen paused slightly, then said, "Go to my mother's."
To Secretary Ding's surprise, had things fallen apart with Professor Xiang? He dared not ask further.
Mo Yushen then remembered to tell Secretary Ding, "The conversation went well."
Secretary Ding breathed a sigh of relief and started the car. He had just received bad news; if he hadn't reached an agreement with Professor Xiang, he didn't know how to report it to Mo Yushen.
This bad news is heartbreaking.
"Mr. Mo, Chairman Mo has made an appointment with the lawyer again."
Mo Yushen was looking out the window, absentminded, and didn't hear what Secretary Ding said.
"Mr. Mo."
Mo Yushen snapped out of his reverie. "What is it?"
"Chairman Mo has arranged for a lawyer to transfer half of his remaining shares to Mo Lian." If the news is true, then Mo Lian now holds more shares in the Mo Group than Mo Yushen.
Mo Yushen and his concerted party, Chairman Li, have temporarily surpassed Mo Lian in voting rights, but this is not a long-term solution.
Who knows what Chairman Mo's plans will be when the leadership transitions? Perhaps he'll give all his shares to Mo Lian. At that point, the outcome will be uncertain.
Mo Yushen seemed indifferent: "It's his right to give his things to whomever he wants."
Secretary Ding didn't know how to respond, so he simply focused on driving. This wasn't just about the shares; it was about the father-son relationship that lay behind them, which was now gone.
The car was too quiet, so Mo Yushen opened the rear window a crack.
In early March, the spring chill lingered.
Cars and people came and went, and the noise reached the carriage.
Even though it was cold, Mo Yushen felt much more comfortable.
When I bought this high-end car, all I wanted was quietness and comfort. Now, I feel that quietness is no longer within my comfort zone.
He couldn't imagine how much pain Xi Jia was in right now. What difference was there between this and being completely isolated from the world?
When they arrived at the apartment building where his mother lived, Mo Yushen got out of the car and told Secretary Ding to go home.
Secretary Ding asked, "Where should I pick you up tomorrow morning?"
He didn't want to go back to the villa for the time being; it felt too empty. As for where he would stay, he wasn't sure yet. "No need to pick me up; I have other things to take care of tomorrow."
Secretary Ding was also too busy to think straight. Mo Yushen was still on leave and it was impossible for him to return to work at the group for a while.
Secretary Ding didn't leave immediately, but added, "We'll try our best to reach a cooperation agreement with Professor Xiang before the leadership transition."
After the reshuffle, the board of directors of the Mo Group may change hands.
The collaboration between Mo's Pharmaceuticals and Professor Xiang's team will undoubtedly benefit Professor Xiang more. It's likely the collaboration proposal will have a long way to go before Mo's board of directors approves it.
Mo Yushen naturally knew this and had made multiple preparations.
Qin Sulan was surprised to see Mo Yushen and felt a little flustered and nervous. She busied herself making coffee for Mo Yushen and took out a new coffee cup.
These are a pair of matching mugs, brought from abroad. They were specifically for him and Xi Jia. But since returning to China, every time I invited Mo Yushen over for dinner, nothing ever came of it.
The cup has just been sitting there.
The coffee was ready, and Qin Sulan took it out.
Mo Yushen leaned back on the sofa, seemingly asleep.
Qin Sulan stared at her son, her heart aching. Ten years ago, when he first started his business, he was so tired, but he never showed the slightest bit of fatigue to anyone.
Later, when he returned to the Mo family, under such great pressure, he didn't seem so exhausted.
Xi Jia is deaf; Jiang Qin only found out that evening. These past few days, she'd frequently asked Jiang Qin about Xi Jia's situation. She could only worry helplessly, unable to offer any assistance.
Mo Yushen wasn't sleeping deeply. He woke up when he heard footsteps. Looking at the unfamiliar living room, he was dazed for a few seconds.
"These are coffee beans that Mom asked a friend to buy. Try them."
It turned out to be with his mother. Mo Yushen sat up straight and took the coffee.
Qin Sulan knew he was worried about Xi Jia's illness, so she deliberately changed the subject and asked him how the company was doing lately, as the board of directors would be holding elections in two weeks.
Mo Yushen: "I'm about 50-60% sure."
This was the first time in years that the mother and son had a calm and peaceful conversation about Ms. Mo.
Qin Sulan: "Then there's no problem." She knew her son; even if there was only a 50% chance of winning, he would still fight to win.
There was a moment of silence in the living room.
Mo Yushen said of his father: "He called me during the Spring Festival, probably hoping that I would take the initiative to ask him for shares." He doesn't care for things that are begged for.
Qin Sulan, who had been resting her hands clasped on her knees, unconsciously tightened her grip upon hearing this. This had once been a taboo subject for Mo Yushen.
He rarely talked to her about Director Mo.
Now, when we talk about it, it's all so casual, like we're talking about someone else's business.
Before Xi Jia's illness, his relationship with Chairman Mo was like a glass of cold water, bland and tasteless.
Qin Sulan wanted to do something for her son. "When Jiajia has time, I'll ask her to write a script for me. I'll tell her my story and ask her to write a script for me. If possible, I'll pay for the film myself."
When Xi Jia was approached to commission scripts, she felt needed and didn't feel useless. This was the only thing she could do for her son and for Xi Jia within her power.
Mo Yushen took a sip of coffee and looked at his mother: "What kind of script are you going to work on? For you and your domineering ex-husband?"
Qin Sulan: "..."
In the end, he laughed in exasperation.
She hadn't laughed like that in years.
In Mo Yushen's casual teasing, the past she was unwilling to mention was no longer unspeakable.
Qin Sulan: "You're much more cheerful and interesting when you're with Jiajia." The title of that script just now—it definitely sounds like Xi Jia's style.
Mo Yushen: "If you really want to commission a script, contact Ji Qingshi. You can get to know Xi Jia again as a stranger. I'm about to divorce her."
Qin Sulan's smile froze. "Why are you getting a divorce?"
Mo Yushen briefly explained the matter.
Qin Sulan recovered and genuinely believed they were going to divorce. Although Xi Jia was ill and her future was uncertain, Mo Yushen felt genuinely happy when he was with her.
Life is what it is, so why not listen to your heart?
Qin Sulan asked Mo Yushen for Ji Qingshi's phone number and saved it.
It's getting late, and I've finished my coffee.
Mo Yushen put down his cup, hesitated for a few seconds, and then said, "I've been living here during this time since my divorce from Xi Jia."
Qin Sulan was stunned for a moment, then said repeatedly, "Okay, okay. Mom will tidy up your room and study right away." She didn't pay any more attention to Mo Yushen and turned to go upstairs.
Whenever she was with Mo Yushen, her composure vanished.
Before this moment, she dared not hope that her son would move in with her.
Mo Yushen took his mother's car keys and went downstairs. He texted his mother: "I'm going home to get some clothes."
Mo Yushen did not go home; he had the housekeeper pack up and send it over.
He went to his grandfather's house and talked with him. His grandfather had always had a humble wish: that he could see his father forgive his mother before he died.
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It was only 10 p.m., and Xi Jia was already in bed. This was the first time in two months that she had gone to bed so early.
With the lights off, it felt as if she were the only person in the world.
This is Ji Qingshi's apartment. She wanted to go back to her own place, but Ji Qingshi wouldn't let her, saying that he felt lonely living alone and that she should keep him company.
Tossing and turning for half an hour, Xi Jia still couldn't fall asleep. She turned on the light, plugged in her headphones, and played the audio recording Mo Yushen had made for her.
As she pressed the start button, she suddenly realized that she could no longer hear.
She turned the volume up to the maximum, both on her phone and in her headphones.
Still no sound.
Xi Jia squinted, trying hard to recall Mo Yushen's voice. There wasn't a single trace in her mind.
She was thinking of Mo Yushen.
Xi Jia went to the restroom, washed her face with cold water, and gradually calmed down. After applying an eye mask, she went to find Ji Qingshi.
Before going to bed, Ji Qingshi told her that Mo Yushen had agreed to the divorce and asked her to find a lawyer named Cheng Weimo the next day to draft a divorce agreement.
As for what else Mo Yushen said to Ji Qingshi, Ji Qingshi didn't tell her. Perhaps, he said nothing at all.
She didn't know if Mo Yushen would feel the same way she did, reluctant to let go of this marriage.
She left all her notebooks with Ji Qingshi, and also gave him the password to her cloud drive, which he has since changed.