sjar Chapter 1319 Missing
Chapter 1319 Missing
When Mo Shaoqing heard his father's angry voice, his eyebrows twisted into a small mountain peak. There was a bit of disbelief and astonishment in his voice, which slowly flowed out through the other end of the phone line:
"Old man, did you take the wrong medicine today, or did you really prepare a powder jar? Your temper is more violent than thunder in summer."
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Mo's body shook slightly, as if he was hit by an invisible force. His usually warm face like a spring breeze now froze into an ice sculpture.
Mr. Mo had guided his son, who made him both proud and troubled, with earnest words countless times in the manner of a loving father, and had used the simplest principles in the world to weave the expectations in his heart. However, he had never been so sharp-tongued and angry as he was today.
"You... do you know that your actions are tantamount to pushing the Mo family into an abyss of no return? You, you are an evildoer who doesn't know the height of heaven and earth and doesn't care about the honor and disgrace of the family! How can you be so shameless? How can I... how can I have a son like you?"
Mr. Mo's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying unspeakable pain and disappointment.
When Mo Shaoqing heard this, the anger in his heart was like a raging flame blown up by a strong wind, instantly spreading across the prairie.
He slammed his fist on the table beside him, and the objects on the table jumped up, making a "ping pong pong" sound, just like his chaotic mood at the moment.
Uncle Li next to him... The young man is young, but has a bad temper... Xiaoxiao will not like him. Xiaoxiao only likes mature men like his young master... Now Uncle Li is relieved... and leaves.
Before leaving, he said, "Young man, close the door when you leave, and don't smash our young master's phone."
Mo Shaoqing stood in the living room, the air around him seemed to freeze, his mind was full of his own obsession, he didn't take Li Bo's words to heart at all, and was busy challenging his father:
"Father, you have always been dissatisfied with me for so many years, always thinking that I am useless. Now if you really think that I, your disappointing son, have brought shame upon you, then just treat me as if I do not exist!"
His voice echoed in the empty living room, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.
Mo Shaoqing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the image of Xu Xiaoxiao's gentle face, lively eyes and brilliant smile emerged in his mind.
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of affection, and continued: "My life no longer belongs to me from the moment I met Xu Xiaoxiao. Her every smile is like the most moving music, playing in my heart. My heart has long been filled with her, and there is no room for anyone else. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, or an abyss, as long as she is with me, I am willing and will never retreat."
Mo Shaoqing said word by word: "I know you won't understand my feelings, nor will you agree with me being with her. But how can feelings be controlled by others? I only know that without her, my life is like a barren desert, without any vitality. So, father, you should just treat me as if I were your son."
"She... is the bright moon in my heart that never sets. She is my only obsession in this life. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I, Mo Shaoqing, will not let go, never! And don't even think about tying me back to that place. From now on, the mountains are high and the waters are deep, and you won't be able to find me!"
After saying that, Mo Shaoqing hung up the phone angrily, leaving only a busy tone echoing in the air, just like the growing rift between them.
It was so quiet all around that the only sound was my own breathing and heartbeat. It was as if the whole world was, at this moment, silently mourning for this irreconcilable relationship between father and son.
After Mo Shaoqing hung up the phone, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and strode away from Fu Yanchen's luxuriously decorated villa.
His back looked particularly resolute and lonely under the pull of the sunlight, and he had only one thought in his mind: to temporarily avoid his father's pursuit.
On the other side, Mr. Mo drove back to the imperial capital anxiously. The neon lights flickered on both sides of the streets in the night, but they could not illuminate the haze in his heart.
As soon as he arrived in the imperial capital, he rushed to the Fu family without stopping, secretly praying in his heart that Mo Shaoqing had not left yet.
However, fate always seems to like playing jokes on people. The Fu family's housekeeper told Mr. Mo that the young master had left at noon. Mr. Mo's eyes were full of disappointment and helplessness.
"Oh!" Mr. Mo sighed and left.
Mr. Mo was unwilling to give up. At this moment, his heart was like a flame that was ignited but could not burn out completely. The unwillingness was running rampant in his chest, making him feel uneasy.
He thought things would turn around, but reality was like a cold wall, blocking all his expectations.
Gritting his teeth, Mr. Mo secretly told himself that he couldn't give up just like that and he had to try again.
So, he dragged his slightly tired but extremely determined body and set out on his journey again.
He came to his car, which was a bit old but still well-maintained, opened the door and got in.
As the engine roared, the wheels slowly turned and drove towards the Fu Group Building.
Along the way, the city lights twinkled like stars, but Mr. Mo had no intention of appreciating the prosperous night view. His mind was full of the scenes he was about to face and how he would be troubled by Fu Yanchen.
Finally, the Fu Group Building appeared in Mo Lao's sight.
This building is soaring into the clouds, as if it is about to break through the sky. It radiates brilliant light all over its body, and every window is brightly lit, just like a lighthouse in a city that never sleeps. It is particularly dazzling in the night of this bustling city, guiding countless people with dreams and hopes.
Mr. Mo parked the car, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked into the building with a steady yet somewhat anxious pace.
The interior of the building is decorated luxuriously yet solemnly, with shiny marble floors and huge crystal chandeliers emitting soft light.
Without stopping for too long, Mr. Mo walked straight to the elevator. He pressed the elevator button, and soon, the elevator door slowly opened. After entering the elevator, he reached out and pressed the button for the top floor.
As the elevator rose, Mo Lao's heart also rose. He could clearly feel his heartbeat accelerating, as if beating the drum of war for the upcoming meeting.
The elevator reached the top floor smoothly.
When Mr. Mo walked out of the elevator, what came into view was a long corridor, dimly lit and quiet.
He walked along the corridor and soon arrived at the door of the president's office.
At this time, the door of the president's office was ajar, and a cold light shone through the crack of the door. The light was like an icy sword, piercing straight into Mr. Mo's heart.
Old Mo stood in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, and felt a conflict in his heart.
But that unwillingness eventually overcame all concerns.
He slowly raised his hand and gently pushed the door open. The door creaked open slowly, and Fu Yanchen was seen sitting behind a large desk. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, his face was as cold as an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty, as if he could see through all the lies and disguises in the world.
His fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, making crisp sounds. He was concentrating on processing the pile of documents on the desk and seemed to be completely unaware of Mr. Mo's arrival.
"Boss Fu, I'm here to look for my son, that rebellious son!"
Old Mo stood in front of Fu Yanchen, his voice filled with bitter pleading, and his tone was full of expectations for Fu Yanchen, as if Fu Yanchen was his only hope at the moment.
Despite this plea, it was difficult to conceal the exhaustion that penetrated deep into his bones.
His back was slightly hunched, and the wrinkles on his face were like ravines carved by time, each of which was filled with vicissitudes and helplessness. His hair had long been gray and looked a little messy under the light. He looked like an old tree that had been eroded by wind and rain for many years and was about to collapse.
Fu Yanchen was sitting on the luxurious leather chair, casually flipping through a document in his hand. When he heard what Mr. Mo said, he just raised his eyelids slightly.
His gaze was like an extremely sharp knife, instantly piercing through Mo Lao's body, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill.
He said this coldly, without a trace of warmth in his voice, as if every word came out of an ice cellar:
"Your son has legs, how do I know where he went? I warned him when I left, and now I don't know where he went. You... find him.
Take him away quickly, I don't have time to play these boring games with them. Xiaoxiao is young and ignorant, she likes to play, I don't care, your son's better let him go back."
As he spoke, he slammed the document in his hand heavily on the table. The paper of the document rustled and seemed to be shaking with his anger.
He stood up, put his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked down at Mr. Mo, his eyes full of impatience and disgust.
"My Fu family is not a shelter. Not everyone can run wild here. You'd better make your son understand his identity. Don't think I will always tolerate his misbehavior. I just don't want Xiaoxiao to be sad. Otherwise, it will only take a few minutes to make him disappear."
His voice grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the spacious office. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Mr. Mo's heart hard.
After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to deal with the documents in his hands, as if Mr. Mo's existence was nothing more than a gust of insignificant wind to him.
When Mr. Mo heard this, his face turned pale and his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.
In front of Fu Yanchen, his plea seemed so pale and powerless.
Mr. Mo stood opposite Mr. Fu, leaning forward slightly, his hands tightly clenched on the corners of his clothes, his joints turning white from the force.
His eyes were full of anxiety and expectation as he stared straight at Mr. Fu, as if the person in front of him was his last hope.
The light flickered, illuminating Lin Yu's face which was full of anxiety and anger.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and the veins on his forehead were faintly bulging.
Mr. Fu in front of him was sitting upright on the sofa with a calm expression, as if he was already accustomed to all this.
Lin Yu took a few steps forward and came to Mr. Fu. His voice trembled slightly because of excitement: "Mr. Fu, I know that Mo Shaoqing, this bastard, must know that I am looking for him and is hiding from me. I asked around for his whereabouts, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news at all. I don't believe it. Can he disappear out of thin air? He must be hiding on purpose and doesn't want to face me. Mr. Fu, you have a wide network of contacts and are well-informed. Can you help me think of a way to find this bastard for me? I must teach him a lesson!"
There was a hint of bitterness and helplessness in Mo Lao's voice. Every word he spoke was like a thousand-pound stone pressing on his heart.
"This child has been stubborn since he was young. I don't know what I did wrong to make him resist me like this."
He lowered his head slightly, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and his sparse white hair looked even paler under the light.
"Mr. Fu, you know I'm already so old, I should be living a peaceful life now, but now I'm still in such trouble, I really have no choice."
Mr. Mo sighed softly, his voice full of vicissitudes.
He raised his hand and rubbed his temple slowly, as if trying to dispel the endless fatigue. "I hate his unruly behavior, but no matter what? He is also my child, I really can't leave him alone outside"
"Since we have some friendship, please help me contact him and look for him."
There was a hint of pleading in Mo Lao's eyes, and his movements were like those of a helpless child. "You must have a way to find him. As long as you can help me with this, I will do anything for you."
"I promise that once I find him, I will take him away immediately and will never cause you any more trouble."
Mr. Mo's voice trembled more and more, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was swearing to Mr. Fu.
"Let it go... please..." Mr. Mo's voice was already tearful, tears flashing in his eyes, which showed the deep longing and guilt of an old man for his son.
Every word sounded like a plea squeezed out from the bottom of the heart, echoing in this silent room, making people feel pity when they heard it.
Fu Yanchen was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing something.
Finally, he sighed and said, "Okay, I'll help you look for it. Just for a laugh."
"But...you have to remember that this is the last time. After you find him, you'd better deal with it. Don't bother me or Xiaoxiao anymore. Otherwise, I will chase him overseas and cause trouble for your Mo family. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, Mr. Mo felt an indescribable gratitude in his heart, and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, thank you, Mr. Fu! Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him this time."
In half an hour, Fu Yanchen's men were like well-trained hunting dogs. They scattered to every corner of the city and did not miss any place where people might be hiding.
Fu Yanchen sat in the luxurious office of Fu Group, his eyes cold and anxious, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, again and again.
After a thorough search, Fu Yanchen found Mo Shaoqing.
"Mr. Mo, Mr. Fu wants to see you. Please come with us."
Mo Shaoqing raised his head and looked at the people in front of him. He stood up, dusted himself off, and followed them into the car. The car sped towards the Fu Group.
When the car stopped in front of the towering building of Fu Group, Mo Shaoqing took a deep breath and then walked into the building under the guidance of those people.
When the staff in the building saw this scene, they all cast curious glances and whispered to each other, wondering who this person brought by Mr. Fu's men was.
Under the gaze of everyone, Mo Shaoqing was brought to Fu Yanchen's office.