Mo Tingjue stood frozen beneath the moonlight, staring across the distance into those familiar eyes.
No matter how hard he tried, he could never have imagined—
That the man who had betrayed him…
Was his own half-brother.
Mo. Tingyan.
How could they do this?
It was filthy.
Disgusting.
Absolutely unforgivable.
Rage surged violently through Mo Tingjue's entire body. He took off toward Mo Tingyan's car, intent on tearing that shameless pair apart with his bare hands.
But just as he closed to within a meter—
Two figures suddenly rushed up from behind and locked him in a chokehold.
Mo Tingjue opened his mouth to curse, but it was instantly covered. Only muffled, furious sounds escaped him as he was dragged away and restrained.
Inside the car, Wen Zhi vaguely sensed something unusual.
She opened her eyes hazily, instinctively trying to sit up and look outside—
But Mo Tingyan bent down and kissed her, sealing her words on her lips. At the same time, his hand rested over her ear, deliberate yet gentle, completely cutting her off from the outside world.
Her remaining consciousness collapsed once more under that kiss.
She sank again—utterly and helplessly.
They stayed in the car for nearly two full hours before the heat in Wen Zhi's body finally subsided. Exhausted, she rested against Mo Tingyan's arm and drifted into a deep sleep.
Mo Tingyan carefully withdrew his arm, draped his coat over her shoulders, straightened his clothes, and stepped out of the car.
In an unhurried, almost pleasant mood, he walked over to the right wall of the nearby villa.
Mo Tingjue was still pinned there by two men, pressed hard against the wall. His clothes were rumpled from struggling.
He had nearly exhausted himself and gone quiet—but the moment he saw Mo Tingyan, it was as if someone lit a fuse inside him. He began struggling violently again.
Mo Tingyan glanced at him and casually lifted a hand.
"That's enough. Let him go."
The two men hesitated, exchanged a glance, then obeyed.
The instant they released him, Mo Tingjue lunged forward, grabbing Mo Tingyan by the collar, his eyes bloodshot as he roared:
"Mo Tingyan! Wen Zhi was the woman I chose first! What right do you have to steal her from me—!"
Mo Tingyan cut him off with a lazy, mocking chuckle.
"Because you're trash," he replied lightly.
"You had her and didn't know how to cherish her. Honestly, I should thank you. If you hadn't slept with Wen Xue, where would my chance have come from?"
"Mo Tingyan! I'll kill you—!"
Mo Tingjue completely lost control. One hand clutched Mo Tingyan's collar as the other swung forward in a furious punch.
But before his fist could even land—
Mo Tingyan caught it.
He seized Mo Tingjue's hand with ruthless precision, twisted his wrist, and forced him to release with a sharp cry of pain.
Then he shoved him away, eyes filled with icy contempt.
"What? Already losing your mind?" Mo Tingyan sneered.
"Then tell me—when Wen Zhi saw you rolling around with the stepsister she hated most, did she ever want to kill you? Where did you get the nerve to keep harassing her afterward, huh? Scumbag."
"You—!"
Mo Tingjue was driven completely mad.
Every punch he threw was dodged with ease. Rage rushed to his head, and he screamed:
"You unwanted bastard! You dare compare yourself to me? My mother was a wealthy family's heiress! And yours? Yours was a whore—ridden by everyone—a shameless mistress—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
A brutal punch smashed into his face.
The impact sent him tumbling to the ground, his head ringing violently as pain exploded through his skull.
Before he could react—
Mo Tingyan was already upon him again.
A merciless kick slammed into his chest.
No restraint.
No mercy.
Each blow landed deep, heavy, and bone-shaking.
Mo Tingjue tried to evade, but every time he was dragged back and beaten again. As he stared at the man before him—who looked as if he truly intended to kill him—terror finally spread through his heart.
Just when he thought he would die there—
The two men behind Mo Tingyan rushed forward and blocked him.
"Boss," one of them urged, "if you keep going, someone will die."
Mo Tingyan's eyes burned with murderous intent, his voice icy and ruthless.
"I want him dead. Move."
The two men exchanged a look and still chose to restrain him together.
They were using all their strength—and barely holding him back.
Seeing this, the other man turned and shouted at Mo Tingjue:
"You idiot! Get lost! Do you really want to die?!"
Mo Tingjue snapped out of his terror, scrambled to his feet, and staggered away in panic.
When he reached his car, he couldn't resist turning back for one last look.
Fear completely filled his eyes.
In his entire life, he had never seen anyone so terrifying.
Those icy, bone-chilling eyes—
Were more frightening than a demon crawling out of hell.
Mo Tingyan watched Mo Tingjue's car disappear, then shrugged off the hands restraining him.
The two men immediately bowed respectfully.
"Boss, sorry. We were really afraid someone would die. For someone like him—it's not worth it."
Mo Tingyan didn't scold them.
He only said coldly,
"The three inside—beat them hard. Get solid evidence that they drugged Wen Zhi. Make sure they keep their mouths shut. Otherwise, send them straight to prison."
"Yes, Boss."
Mo Tingyan returned to the car. Looking at Wen Zhi sleeping peacefully, the storm in his chest finally settled.
Wen Zhi slept deeply.
When she woke again, she felt a faint sting in her wrist.
Opening her eyes, she realized she was already home, lying in her own bed.
Mo Tingyan sat beside her, carefully bandaging the wound on her wrist.
Seeing her awake, he raised an eyebrow.
"Awake already? Did I hurt you?"
Wen Zhi glanced at her wrapped wrist and shook her head lightly.
"No. Thank you."
Seeing that her mood was still low, Mo Tingyan leaned closer, deliberately teasing her.
"We're already this close—why be polite? Let me tell you something."
She looked up at him again.
Mo Tingyan grinned.
"When we were… busy in the car earlier, Mo Tingjue saw us."
Wen Zhi froze, staring at him in surprise.
"And then? He didn't make a scene?"
"Perfect timing," Mo Tingyan replied casually.
"Two of my guys were coming out of the Wen house and spotted him. They dragged him aside. Didn't interrupt our fun."
Wen Zhi's expression turned awkward.
That meant… a lot of people had seen them in the car?
Too embarrassed to dwell on it, her thoughts returned to the real issue. Knowing Mo Tingjue, this wouldn't end quietly. If things escalated and dragged the Mo family into it—
Seeing the worry in her eyes, Mo Tingyan lifted his hand and gently rubbed her head.
"Don't worry," he said softly.
"No matter how jealous he gets, what can he do to us? We're legally married."
Wen Zhi nodded.
Her gaze followed his arm—and suddenly she saw the blood seeping through the fabric on his upper arm.
Her heart clenched sharply.