Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The corners of Mo Jue’s eyes twitched, and he shook his head. He would never dare to allow her to help as she would certainly complicate things. He was extremely curious as to how his gorgeous mother knew about Ye Wei and him.
He asked and then realized that she picked Eleven up.
Su Ruhua completely told him what happened to Eleven save Su Man and Cheng Anya. He told her that the virus in Eleven’s body was under control for now.
But she was still a mutant, a.k.a. cyborg.
Mo Jue slightly frowned at the mention of Eleven. He told Su Ruhua about what transpired between Mo Ye and Eleven. Su Ruhua was aghast. “How’s Little Ye?”
“He is still not out of danger. I’m cracking my head on it, but the doctor said that he might remain comatose for life.” Mo Jue had a solemn look. “I thought you came to look for me when you heard news about him.”
Su Ruhua shook her head solemnly. Mo Ye was grievously wounded, in a coma and could die. While nothing could go wrong with the Mafia, now under Mo Jue’s control, their only worry was Mo Ye’s injury.
How could she kill him?
That lass did not seem like some vicious person, and she ought not to have killed him since she knew how Su Man was related to the Mo brothers. Su Ruhua was silent for a moment and then asked, “Are you sure that she killed him?”
Mo Jue, with a terrible look, nodded. “The bullet missed by just an inch. Had it been that bit more accurate, brother would have died. She could have wanted to save brother’s life as she, given her skill-at-arms, would never have missed.”
“So, why do you look so angry as though you want to devour her?” Su Ruhua rolled her eyes.
Mo Jue coldly harrumphed. “Even if that is the case, I utterly despise people who harm my brother! Intentional or not!”
Since Mo Ye’s life was still in the balance, there was no way he could be calm about it.
“Aye… Little Jue, you were never this nice to me as compared to your brother.” Su Ruhua feigned a sigh.
Mo Jue did not respond, and it was a given since he was brought up by Mo Ye. Although they were of the same age, many things happened during Mo Jue’s youth and Mo Ye was the person who took care of him, being with him and weathering it with him. Their feelings for each other ran deep.
“Why did you publicly announce his death? Just so that you can get back at the terrorist organization?” Su Ruhua smiled. She asked as though she would not concern herself with her son’s viciousness. She, instead, seemed to approve of it.
It was as though what her son did was axiomatic and absolutely right to the point they did not need their parents’ to guide them.
Mo Jue shook his head and flatly said, “Naturally not. There were some misgivings between the shadow government and the legitimate government, so they seemingly wanted to have the other mafias in Italy gang up against us. Word of brother’s injury hence spread in the Middle East, and it could no longer be kept under wraps. So, I decided to play along and publicly announce his death since everybody is of the opinion that the Mafia has only one godfather and would let their guard down. This would serve to bait them out of their guarded state and allow us to nail them in one fell swoop. As for the terrorist organization, they were undoubtedly piling up lots of heat on us in that period and I had to push back to temper their bloodlust and lull the Italians into thinking that the Mafia is taking it out on the terrorist organization so that they won’t think that we are onto them. It’s that simple.”
Su Ruhua listened on and was silently shocked. She had always thought that strategy, mind games, and intrigue were Mo Ye’s strengths, and Mo Jue was much simpler-minded as he was one who rarely plotted against people.
He, who called a spade a spade, was not a fan of intricacies.
Little did she expect him to step up when Mo Ye fell, and he was nowhere worse off than Mo Ye when it came to mind games. While Mo Ye was present, he could not be bothered about them. She was wrong.
Such deception and false fronts passed in the blink of an eye. If he had not mentioned it, she would not have known and merely assumed that her son was hot-blooded enough to seek out the Top Terrorist Organization for revenge.
“Very well, then. Dear Little Jue, looks like you’re ready to prop the Mafia up in your brother’s absence.” Su Ruhua gently smiled. He, given his impressive caliber, was undoubtedly Mo Shitian’s son. He had inherited his father’s traits so perfectly that she was lost for words.
“Beauty Mom, do you want to come back to see elder brother?” Mo Jue asked. He had never seen her for a long time.
Su Ruhua thought about it and remained silent. She had other places to visit and had no plans to visit Italy for now. Mo Jue, looking down, concealed the disappointment in his eyes and quietly hid away the indignation in his face. When he looked up again, he was calm.
“If Beauty Mom is indeed busy, then it’s fine. I’ll tell elder brother when he’s woken up that you have visited,” Mo Jue said as though he was some obedient son.
Su Ruhua gently smiled. She actually knew what was on his mind. It was just that everybody had different emotional entanglements and unspoken difficulties.
“Dear Little Jue, Beauty Mom will definitely turn up at you and Little Ye’s weddings,” Su Ruhua said teasingly as she admired Mo Jue’s flustered look. She rarely saw him turn red and laughed out loud. It seemed that he was indeed in love.
She had seen Eleven before and knew that she was a good lady. She did not know Ye Wei but knew that somebody who could get Eleven this concerned and protective about her and be able to keep Mo Jue in check was definitely no slouch.
The two of them talked for a moment before Su Ruhua recalled her agenda. “This is it. Somebody wanted me to tell you this. He hopes you release Ye Wei. As there was a tsunami at sea some time ago, I took some time to get into contact with you all.”
“Let her go?! Hell no!” Mo Jue immediately denied it without giving it much thought.
He would not, even at the behest of the emperor of gods, let Ye Wei go.
“That was such an outright denial, and you sure didn’t show me any face there.” Su Ruhua gently laughed as she looked at Mo Jue tastefully. Both pairs of shocking beautiful purple eyes locked.
“You are really… Forget it! I just wanted to tell you that it’s your call.” Su Ruhua laughed.
Mo Jue squinted dangerously and asked, “Beauty Mom, who had you come here?”
Since few knew both Beauty Mom and Ye Wei, there couldn’t be anyone else. He also knew that Su Ruhua was a vagrant and didn’t really know people. Since she had severed all ties with those she knew, who else could be able to move her?
Those who could invoke her help were definitely substantial people.
“Why are you so concerned?” Su Ruhua gently smiled. Since she was unwilling to say anything else, Mo Jue did not make things difficult for her and did not pursue the question.
“Little Jue, Beauty Mom will not interfere in your affairs when you’ve grown up. You have to, however, give much thought to some things and not simply pursue them. It’s too late for you to regret them.”
Just as how Mo Shitian encountered a strong Su Ruyu and resulted in a lose-lose situation for both, regret was too late. Su Ruhua wanted to use Mo Shitian as an example.
But she was not the main person involved, so how could she explain to Mo Jue? She hence decided against saying it and merely reminded him. Considering Mo Jue was a smart person, he ought to understand what she said.
Mo Jue looked at Su Ruhua solemnly for a moment. He nodded and said, “I know my limits!”
Su Ruhua gently smiled. Limits? Many think that they are people of limits but often neglect these limits. Back then, Mo Shitian claimed that he had limits but ended up losing everything.
Su Ruhua, after some reminders to Mo Jue, exited the video chat and the screen turned dark. Mo Jue leaned against the leather chair and pondered deeply. The huge study room, save the ticking of the clock, was utterly silent.
There was nothing else.
He exited the study room a moment later and looked out of the window toward the square. Ye Wei had disappeared. Mo Jue squinted. Where had she gone?
One of his assistants reported in fear that he had lost track of Ye Wei and had no idea where she went. Mo Jue’s face blackened as though a storm loomed on the horizon. Said assistant’s legs jellied.
As he had just seen Beauty Mom, he was still in a somewhat good mood and only coldly harrumphed before walking away. The person wiped the cold sweat away from his forehead. That was utterly terrifying!
Mo Jue went down the stairs and toward the square. The doves of peace, as though they could sense his murderous intent, all flew into the sky and away from him. Whilst the space above bustled with activity, there was nary a person on the square.
He gently frowned and inevitably felt a tad nervous.
Where had Wei Wei been?
He was extremely calculative when it came to Ye Wei. While he was unable to have her in his grasp, he felt that he would eventually lose it and tried ways to keep her in his field of vision. There were times he would simply watch her sleep till dawn, deeply afraid of losing her.
This felt as though somebody in the water could not grab that lifesaving plank that floated. It was utterly terrible.
Su Ruhua’s words flashed through Mo Jue’s head, and he frowned.
To know his limits?
Was his leash on Ye Wei too tight? While Ye Wei actually knew that, she never said a word about it. If said woman weren’t Ye Wei, she wouldn’t have stood up to the 24/7-surveillance and would have mentally crumpled.
Was he making a mountain out of a molehill?
She, for all he knew, could have just gone out for a walk as she was vexed. They recently had some misunderstandings and she thought he had lost all his sanity and was about to perish with the terrorist organization and strode to mediate. He was upset at how she always placed him second, but she misunderstood him as being ungrateful. Both of them were stubborn people who would not admit their weaknesses, and their divide hence deepened.
He did not need anybody else to tell him that Ye Wei was still angry. It was blatantly obvious to him that she was angry.
But…
Mo Jue looked at the square coldly and then at the doves of peace in midair. He calmed himself. Perhaps he should try and trust Wei Wei and not to be this distrusting and keep such a tight leash on her.
Mo Jue tucked his lips and turned back to return to headquarters.