Xiu Jiao’s actions were all witnessed by Zhao Jingrong.
Xiu Jiao couldn’t tolerate Zhao Jingrong talking about her like this. She picked up a vase and smashed it against Zhao Jingrong, shouting, "Shut up! You vile woman!"
The room beca a chaotic ss.
Xiu Jiao, heartbroken, held the lifeless Mo Zhiyuan lying on the sofa and cried uncontrollably, "Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan! Poor grandson of mine! How could that venomous woman harm you to death like this!"
Ni Yang crouched down, "Sister-in-law, don’t be so upset. Zhiyuan isn’t dead."
"What?" Xiu Jiao looked at Ni Yang in disbelief.
Ni Yang nodded, "Yes, Zhiyuan isn’t dead. Hand him over to ."
Xiu Jiao handed Mo Zhiyuan over to Ni Yang.
Ni Yang took Mo Zhiyuan, placed him on her knee, and gently patted his back.
"Ugh!"
Mo Zhiyuan vomited out a black pill, and his complexion gradually turned rosy.
Mo Rongping, Mo Baichuan, and Xiu Jiao all watched this scene in utter astonishnt.
The next second, Mo Zhiyuan burst into loud cries.
He wasn’t dead!
Mo Zhiyuan truly wasn’t dead.
"Zhiyuan! Zhiyuan!" Xiu Jiao, overwheld with emotion, hugged Mo Zhiyuan tightly.
Old Master Mo patted Old Madam Mo, "Wake up, old woman, wake up! Zhiyuan’s fine! Zhiyuan’s fine!"
Mo Rongping looked at Ni Yang, "Yangyang, what’s going on?"
Ni Yang explained, "Although I hadn’t expected Zhao Jingrong to actually harm Zhiyuan, I still made preparations. To guard against unexpected accidents, I fed him a special pill developed by my master. This pill induces a state that mimics death after it’s swallowed."
Ni Yang cared so much for the little guy, Mo Zhiyuan—how could she ever let him co to harm?
"Yangyang!" Xiu Jiao, overco with gratitude, hugged Ni Yang. "Thank you so much! Thank you!"
At that mont, sirens blared downstairs.
The police entered in single file and took Zhao Jingrong away. Although Mo Zhiyuan wasn’t dead, the charge of attempted murder was still severe.
With all evidence and witnesses present, in the interrogation room, Zhao Jingrong confessed to her cris without hesitation.
Even at this mont, she felt no regret.
If ti could be rewound, she would still make the sa choice. Only this ti, she would make sure to deal with the surveillance cara first.
If not for that cara, it would’ve been Ni Yang sitting in the interrogation room now.
She regretted one thing.
She regretted not checking carefully enough at the ti. If she had, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.
Her impatience had cost her dearly—not only had she failed to drive Ni Yang out of the Mo Family, but she also ended up implicating herself.
Zhao Jingrong clutched the chair beneath her tightly, her knuckles whitening.
The Zhao Family.
When Zhao Jingrong’s parents heard the news, they fainted from rage on the spot. They didn’t even have the courage to visit Mo Zhiyuan.
They hadn’t raised their daughter well—how could they possibly face the Mo Family?
Luckily, Mo Zhiyuan was fine.
Otherwise, their consciences would never find peace for the rest of their lives.
The next day, Zhao’s mother went to a temple.
She prayed for the child who had been sent away.
At the ti, Zhao Jingrong had wanted a permanent solution.
But Zhao’s mother, feeling compassion for the child, had soone send the child far away to Guanggui and place her with a kind, childless couple.
She wondered how the child was doing now.
What Zhao’s mother didn’t know was that no one had taken in Mo Bingbing back then. The young Mo Bingbing had been abandoned deep in the wilderness.
"Please, Buddha, protect Bingbing. Make sure she’s safe and sound. If she’s well, I’m willing to give up twenty years of my life."
Now that Zhao Jingrong was in prison, Zhao’s mother knew she had to keep this secret tightly guarded. If it ca to light, not only would Zhao Jingrong face a harsher sentence, but even she herself would be implicated.
**
Mo Baichuan had been in a troubled state of mind these past few days.
He couldn’t understand how things could have turned out this way.
It turned out he had been living a lie all along.
Zhao Jingrong had only married him because of Mr. Mog...
Ni Yang had never had any inappropriate thoughts about him from the beginning.
All of this stemd from his own overconfidence.
At the ti, he shouldn’t have chosen to be with Zhao Jingrong just to spite Ni Yang...
And he certainly shouldn’t have harbored biases against Ni Yang.
If ti could be rewound, he would have made sure to leave a good impression on Ni Yang the mont they t.
He would have taken Ni Yang away from that soul-crushing place.
He would have used his actions to win Ni Yang over.
But now, it was all too late.
He hadn’t lost to anyone else; he had been defeated by his own pride and arrogance.
Old Madam Mo pushed open Mo Baichuan’s door, "Baichuan."
"Grandma." Mo Baichuan glanced back at Old Madam Mo.
Old Madam Mo walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and gazed into the distance. "Baichuan, life can’t always be smooth sailing. We all have to go through things and lose so things. Only through these experiences can we grow. After the storm, there will be sunshine and rainbows."
"You can’t let one setback make you give up on your entire future. You’re only thirty years old—your journey is still long ahead."
Mo Baichuan nodded.
Old Madam Mo continued, "So how much longer are you planning to wallow in sadness?"
"I’ll go back to work tomorrow," Mo Baichuan replied.
Old Madam Mo shook her head, "That’s not what I an. I think you should take this chance to go out and travel. Explore the great landscapes of this country and relax your mind. Don’t worry about the family. Your parents will take care of Zhiyuan."
The next day, Mo Baichuan packed his bag and boarded an old green train.
His destination was the place closest to heaven.
Lhasa.
Ice-Skin Jade-Flesh’s Headquarters.
Ni Yang sat in the boss’s chair as the secretary handed her a file. "President Ni, these are the celebrity profiles you asked to compile."
Ni Yang took the file, flipped through a couple of pages, and asked, "Xiao Wen, who do you think is the most suitable spokesperson for Ice-Skin Jade-Flesh?"
Secretary Wen said, "I think Liu Bingjie would be the most suitable."
Liu Bingjie was one of the more popular actresses at the mont, having appeared on the Spring Festival Gala last year and possessing high na recognition.
"Explain your reasoning." Ni Yang tapped rhythmically on the desk with her fingers.
Secretary Wen elaborated, "Liu Bingjie is beautiful, she’s been on the Spring Festival Gala, and most importantly, her na includes the word ’ice.’ I think she’s quite fitting."
Ni Yang nodded, "Then it’s decided—Liu Bingjie. Tomorrow, you’ll accompany to et her."
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