He scoffed coldly, "Mo Su, I raised you with my own hands, you better not disappoint ."
Perceiving the old man’s displeasure, Mo Su bit her lip, "I understand, this kind of thing will absolutely not happen again."
Old Master Mo humd indifferently, Mo Su had been taught by him since she was young, and he knew her character very well.
Her heart was fierce enough, her thods were tough enough, but there was just one thing that was less satisfactory, she couldn’t hide her emotions well.
He asked in a steady voice, "Mo Su, do you still rember the warning I gave you before you went to the capital?"
"I rember," Mo Su said with a gloomy face.
"Do not underestimate Ye Jiuliang."
"Good that you rember. Ye Jiuliang is a tough character to deal with, you’ve interacted with Ye Jiuliang, and I believe you can also feel that Ye Jiuliang is not easy to handle," Old Master Mo said.
"Complete the task I’ve given you as soon as possible, you must not fail my expectations."
"Mo Su understands," Mo Su’s tone beca even more humble, "But, Grandpa, there’s sothing I’d like to ask."
"Speak."
Mo Su questioned, reflecting upon her encounters with Li Mochan, "Does the drug developed by Qia Mian really work? If Li Mochan has lost his mory, why does he still trust Ye Jiuliang so much? This is entirely different from what Qia Mian claid." "When I t him those two tis, he didn’t seem like soone who had lost his mory at all."
"Are you saying Li Mochan trusts Ye Jiuliang a lot?" Old Master Mo’s gaze suddenly turned piercing, his brows furrowed tightly.
Mo Su said, "From what I have observed, yes, they have indeed already gotten their marriage certificate."
Old Master Mo sat up straight. They got their marriage certificate?
Ye Jiuliang actually had such ability that even if Li Mochan lost his mory, she still found a way to make him trust her so much.
"Mo Su, by any ans necessary, Li Mochan must be secured as a bargaining chip for ; the process doesn’t matter, I only want the results," said Old Master Mo.
"Yes," Mo Su said with a cold smile, indeed, results are what matters most.
When necessary, Mo Chen is also a decent chess piece.
"Grandpa, there’s another thing—what do you plan to do with that woman, Mo Lingling?" Mo Su asked.
At the ntion of Mo Lingling, Old Master Mo’s lips curled into a scornful smile, "She’s been hiding for so long, it’s ti for her to contribute as well. You don’t need to worry about this matter, you just focus on taking down Ye Jiuliang for ."
After hanging up the phone, Old Master Mo’s expression turned cold, "Go summon Qia Mian for ."
Butler Mo nodded respectfully and left.
After a short while, Butler Mo returned with Qia Mian.
Seeing Old Master Mo, Qia Mian bowed deeply, "My Lord."
"Qia Mian, the silver needle used on Li Mochan, can it really achieve the effect you ntioned?" Old Master Mo’s sharp gaze shot towards him as he asked coldly.
Qia Mian was startled, still responding with an unruffled face, "Of course, it can."
Observing his confident expression, Old Master Mo sneered sarcastically and demanded, "Then tell , why after being struck by that silver needle, Li Mochan acts as though he hasn’t lost his mory at all and still trusts Ye Jiuliang so much?"
"This..." Qia Mian bowed his head, his heart pounding as he struggled to concoct an explanation.
"Qia Mian, having served at my side for so long, you should know what happens to those who lie to ," Old Master Mo’s tone turned icy.
Alard, Qia Mian dropped to his knees with a "thud."
"Master, the silver needle is indeed effective, but it depends on the individual’s constitution. So with weak willpower naturally exhibit the effects I ntioned, and furthermore, the drug’s efficacy might only last for a period of ti before..."
As he spoke, eting the terrifying gaze of Old Master Mo, he fell silent, his speech growing halting and intermittent.
Old Master Mo’s face looked extrely unpleasant, as he ground his teeth and said, "So what you’re saying is, Li Mochan could recover his mory at any ti, and you have betrayed the trust I placed in you?"
Qia Mian, steeling himself, t his gaze, a tremble in his voice, "Master, please grant another opportunity to redeem myself, I promise not to betray your trust again."
Old Master Mo regarded him with cold eyes, and after a mont, he spoke in a asured tone, "If you bungle this matter involving Mo Lingling again, you know the consequences."
Qia Mian nodded hastily, "Yes, yes, yes."
The butler waved him off, and understanding the hint, Qia Mian nodded, then respectfully retreated.
Once he was gone, the butler finally spoke, "Old Master, just relying on Mo Lingling for the matter with Chu Chen, can it really suffice?"
It wasn’t that he trusted Chu Chen too much, but rather that Mo Lingling was truly not very bright, too haughty and spoiled, and unfortunately lacking in ability, which made her prone to ssing things up.
Old Master Mo understood his point, but he had his own considerations for using Mo Lingling as a pawn.
He pondered thoughtfully, "Once a crack appears, there’s no worry that they won’t crumble."
Hearing this, the butler said no more.
...
In recent days, Jiang Yisheng had often been leaving early and returning late, with the concert tour about to begin, he was so busy he could hardly find ti to eat.
The day before the tour, team mbers gathered to discuss the details for the next day’s concert.
Busy until nearly one o’clock, the eting paused, and everyone went to have lunch.
For a mont, the eting room was left with only Jiang Yisheng, Wen Rang, and an assistant.
"Yisheng, have you confird the guest perforr for your tour?" Wen Rang asked, eating from his lunchbox.
Jiang Yisheng shook his head, "We’ll see, no rush."
"What do you an no rush, tomorrow is the first concert," Wen Rang nearly choked on a mouthful of rice, "Rehearsals need ti, and the guest’s schedule has to align with the tour, it’s very urgent."
He had noticed he’d been sowhat absent-minded lately, even spacing out during etings.
"It’s fine even without a guest perforr, it’s not the first ti," Jiang Yisheng put down his chopsticks, having lost his appetite.
He stood up and walked to the door, "I’m going to the restroom."
Wen Rang sighed lightly. Why was his artist so worriso?
"Bro Rang, has Yisheng recently suffered a heartbreak? He doesn’t seem to be too happy," asked the assistant in a low voice.
Wen Rang gave her a look, "First off, to have a heartbreak, you need to have soone. Yisheng’s never even had a girlfriend, where would the heartbreak co from?"
The assistant gave an embarrassed smile, "But Yisheng was never like this before. I haven’t seen him smile these past few days."
Wen Rang shrugged, "I’m not really sure either."
"Speaking of guest perforrs though, it would be great if Celebrity Ji could co. Yisheng’s tour would definitely be more lively," the assistant said dreamily, chin in hand.
"Celebrity Ji ca to the last autograph session, do you think he might make another surprise appearance this ti?"
"Stop dreaming," Wen Rang shattered her illusion, "I tried calling Chen Xin, hoping to invite Celebrity Ji as a guest, but he declined."
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