Wen Xue stayed in the hospital for five full days.
Day and night, she guarded Mo Tingjue's bedside—
more diligent than a hired nurse.
She had hoped that by showing enough devotion,
by exhausting herself for his sake,
he would eventually be moved… and accept her.
But reality slapped her hard.
Mo Tingjue didn't give her a single pleasant look.
Every day, he either played games on his phone
or scrolled through videos—
and more often than not,
he would stare at one particular account,
watching couples' transformation videos,
his temper worsening by the second.
Especially those videos where the bride and groom wore red wedding robes.
It was as if the newlyweds on the screen
had some blood feud with him.
Seeing that she truly had no chance of winning his favor,
Wen Xue's heart twisted with hatred.
This was all Wen Zhi's fault!
Originally, Wen Xue planned to fully secure Mo Tingjue first—
then return home triumphantly and announce to everyone
that her boyfriend was the legitimate young master of the Mo family,
while Wen Zhi had ended up with nothing but
a bastard who'd been kicked out.
She wanted to grind Wen Zhi into the dirt forever.
But now—
she couldn't wait any longer.
After being scolded by Mo Tingjue yet again,
she ran out of the hospital with red eyes,
crying pitifully.
That night, she found Wen Renhao.
Sobbing, she said,
"Dad, I just found out something important. I think you need to know."
"The man Xiao Zhi is with… he's not rich at all."
"He's the illegitimate son of the Mo family—the one who was driven out."
"What?!"
Wen Renhao's face instantly darkened.
"Are you sure?"
Wen Xue nodded obediently.
"Tingjue told me himself. It shouldn't be wrong."
"After all, he dated Xiao Zhi before. He knows her well."
Wen Renhao's anger surged.
That day—
that bastard had brought thugs to his doorstep,
causing him to offend President Jin.
Ever since, he'd been desperately trying to raise funds to save the company—
and failing at every turn.
And all of it…
was because of his disobedient daughter.
Seeing his rage, Wen Xue gently fanned the flames.
"Dad, Mom told me before that President Jin is actually very interested in my sister."
"Last time, he was angry only because he got beaten by that illegitimate son."
"If he knew that man's background was worthless…"
"Maybe he'd be willing to accept Xiao Zhi again."
"After all, she's beautiful."
"And if you had President Jin backing you,
you wouldn't have to struggle so hard anymore, right?"
A cold glint flashed through Wen Renhao's eyes.
She was right.
The best support…
was still President Jin.
But this time, he couldn't rush blindly.
He had to remove the obstacle first.
Since Wen Zhi's man looked temperamental—
Wen Renhao decided to start politely.
If politeness failed—
force would follow.
Just after Mo Tingyan landed,
his phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
He answered.
A cold voice said,
"I'm Wen Zhi's father."
"Come to the first-floor café at Xingcheng Mall in half an hour."
"I have something to discuss with you."
Mo Tingyan was about to say he wasn't free—
when the man added flatly,
"There are things I don't intend to let Wen Zhi know."
"If you don't come,
I don't mind going to where you live and making a scene."
The call ended.
Mo Tingyan raised an eyebrow.
Something Wen Zhi couldn't know?
Interesting.
He sent Wen Zhi a message:
"Something came up. Take a taxi home first."
She replied:
"Okay."
At the café, Wen Renhao sat by the window,
his posture cold and domineering.
Mo Tingyan walked straight over,
pulled out a chair, sat down lazily,
crossed his legs—
and said without courtesy,
"Speak."
Wen Renhao swept him with a contemptuous glance.
So this was the bastard no one taught manners to.
He wasted no words.
He pulled out an envelope and slid it across the table.
Mo Tingyan opened it casually.
Inside—
a check for one million.
He chuckled, amused.
"What's this?"
"Break up with Wen Zhi," Wen Renhao said coldly.
"She's meant to marry into the Jin family and become their mistress."
"You're just an illegitimate son of the Mo family."
"You're not worthy of her."
"This is your breakup fee."
Mo Tingyan laughed outright.
"She doesn't mind my background—who do you think you are?"
"And one million?"
He sneered.
"Do you seriously have the nerve to pull this out?"
"Is this your way of proving how poor you are?"
"Listen carefully."
"Wen Zhi is mine."
"Poor trash."
He stood up,
flung the check straight into Wen Renhao's face,
stuffed his hands into his pockets,
whistled casually—
and walked away.
Wen Renhao stared at his retreating back,
teeth grinding in fury.
That bastard—
who was kicked out of the Mo family—
how dare he mock him?
Fine.
Since he refused the polite way—
don't blame him for being ruthless.
He pulled out his phone and made a call.
"It's me."
"Get ready."
"Tonight—we move."
When Mo Tingyan got home,
Wen Zhi was cleaning.
He showered, then lounged on the sofa watching TV.
Wen Zhi placed two bags of trash by the door.
"I'm going to hang the laundry. Take the trash out."
Mo Tingyan sprawled lazily, scrolling his phone.
"Tomorrow morning—"
"It smells," Wen Zhi cut in.
"Go now."
"…Fine. Now."
He stood up, grabbed the trash, and headed out.
Waiting for the elevator,
he suddenly paused.
Why had he become so obedient lately?
Was he really being controlled by this woman?
Tsk. Bad habit.
He tossed the trash downstairs and turned around—
only to find three cars stopping at the entrance.
One by one, ten burly men stepped out, blocking his path.
Mo Tingyan looked at them coolly, arrogance in his posture,
his eyes cold as ancient ice.
The leader sneered.
"Mo Tingyan. Know who you offended?"
Mo Tingyan didn't hesitate.
With a lazy grin, he said,
"Wen Renhao sent you."
The man laughed.
"Too visible here."
"Take him to the back of the complex."
Two younger men stepped forward and grabbed Mo Tingyan by the arms.
He didn't resist.
This really wasn't the place for a fight.
Wen Zhi was upstairs—
he didn't want her to see him like this.
Up on the balcony,
Wen Zhi was hanging clothes.
Her eyes suddenly sharpened.
Down below—
Mo Tingyan was surrounded.
Those men weren't the ones he usually had around him.
Her heart tightened.
Then—
she saw two of them seize him
and drag him away.
Panic struck.
"What's going on?!"
She dropped the clothes into the basin—
and ran downstairs without hesitation.