章節 17: REGRETS OF MO SHIRA

Mo Shira arrived at the Mo mansion in a hurry, speeding into the driveway. He jumped out of the car and rushed inside, finding everyone in the living room except his grandfather. He decided to search for him and made his way to the study room.

As he passed by, Mo Jihnu called out, "Big brother, you're here! Where are you rushing to?" But Mo Shira ignored him and continued on his way.

Mo Lin noticed his disheveled appearance and asked, "What's wrong, Mo Shira? You seem to be in a bad mood. And your clothes are so untidy!"

Zhao Lifei, their mother, chimed in, "Yes, son, what happened? Did you fight with Yue Ling again? Tell me, how is she?"

The others joined in, asking about Yue Ling's whereabouts and teasing Mo Shira about his apparent dislike for her. Mo Jihnu even joked, "Bro, treat her with respect. She's going to be your sister-in-law!" But as soon as the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

Mo Shira's gaze turned fierce, and Mo Jihnu felt a sudden surge of fear, sweating bullets. "I don't want to ever hear you say that again, understood?" Mo Shira growled.

Mo Jihnu quickly nodded, "Yes, yes."

Zhao Lifei asked, "Why do you hate that girl so much, Mo Shira? You don't want your brother to marry her, but that doesn't mean Jihnu won't. It's his choice, not yours."

Mo Lin added, "I actually like Yue Ling, and I think she'd make a great sister-in-law. It would be wonderful to have her around."

Zhao Lifei turned to Mo Shira, "Other people don't seem to appreciate her, but I wonder why that is." Her eyes bore into Mo Shira's, awaiting a response.

But Mo Shira remained silent, knowing he was the target of her question. He excused himself and headed to his grandfather's study room, seeking refuge from the uncomfortable conversation.

Mo Shira approached his grandfather, Mo Shen, with a determined look. "Grandfather, I need to discuss something with you."

Mo Shen looked up, intrigued. "Go on, I'm listening."

Mo Shira hesitated, then asked, "What really happened to Yue Ling? I want to know the whole story."

Mo Shen raised an eyebrow. "Why should I tell you? You don't seem to care about her. Why the sudden interest?"

Mo Shira's expression turned sincere. "Grandfather, please don't misunderstand. I genuinely want to know. I want to make things right between us. She told me some things, but it was in anger, and I was too shocked to understand. Please, tell me everything from the start."

Mo Shen sighed, shaking his head. "You got her angry? How could you? She's a kind girl, despite having no family left. She's resilient, and you managed to upset her. What's wrong with you?"

Mo Shira's eyes dropped, filled with regret. "I know I was wrong, grandfather. Please, just tell me everything."

Mo Shen relented, sharing the entire story of Yue Ling's past, including her struggles with her uncle and his family. As Mo Shira listened, his expression changed from regret to shock and finally, to determination.

As the story ended, Mo Shira stood up, his eyes gleaming with a newfound understanding. "Grandpa, I need to go now."

Mo Shen looked concerned. "Where are you off to now?"

Mo Shira's voice was resolute. "I need to confirm something. Please take care of yourself. Good night."

With that, Mo Shira rushed down the stairs, got into his car, and drove off into the night, heading towards Kiss Bar, which was nearby.

Mo Shira made a rare late-night call to his close friend, Clinton, a psychologist, asking him to come over. Clinton arrived 15 minutes later, looking worried. "What's going on, man? You've never called me this late before. What's wrong?"

Mo Shira's disheveled appearance shocked Clinton. "What happened to you? You look like you've been through a wringer! And your clothes... you hate dirt, but you're looking like you don't care anymore."

Mo Shira's expression turned somber. "I've wronged her, Clinton. I've really hurt her."

Clinton's eyes narrowed. "You mean Yue Ling? The girl who's been keeping you up at night? What did you do to her?"

Mo Shira's voice was laced with regret. "I did the worst thing imaginable. I've been a monster to her, Clinton."

As Mo Shira recounted his interactions with Yue Ling, Clinton listened in disbelief. "Man, you've become so childish! You've done worse to others before, so why the regrets now?"

Mo Shira's eyes pleaded for understanding. "I don't know, Clinton. That's why I called you. I feel like I'm hurting myself whenever I hurt her. And when I see her with other men, I become angry. It's like I want her to quit my company, but I also want her around. I don't get what's wrong with me!"

Clinton burst out laughing at Mo Shira's contradictory emotions. "Oh, man, you're a mess! You're finally feeling the sting of your own actions!"

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