On that night, Mo Yi drove Wang Zihe back to his villa after work, and the two of them enjoyed a delicious and romantic candlelight dinner.
“Isn’t your younger brother here?” Wang Zihe asked after finishing the tender beef in his mouth.
“I sent him to a summer camp for wilderness survival training.” Mo Yi replied as he cut his steak.
“What?” Wang Zihe couldn’t help but show a surprised expression upon hearing the answer.
“Kids with too much energy should find a place to vent it out properly.” Mo Yi finished speaking and smiled slightly as he put a piece of cut meat into his mouth.
“…”
Wang Zihe didn’t expect Mo Yi to be so ruthless. Just thinking about those wilderness survival documentaries gave him the chills. Mo Yi’s way of punishing people was truly unique.
After the meal, the two of them bathed together and embraced each other just like they did three months ago. The week passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was the day when Mo Yi’s father, Mo Xijue, arrived in S City.
Of course, before that, Wang Zihe also took the opportunity to ask Mo Yi about his father.
Although Mo Xijue was already a father of two sons, he was not very old, only about forty-one years old.
It was said that when he was sixteen years old, he used artificial insemination to have Mo Yi, and then at the age of twenty-four, he used the same method to have Mo Jian. Therefore, the two brothers did not have a mother, only their father Mo Xijue, and of course, many other relatives such as grandparents.
Mo Xijue also had a quarter American blood and had come out to his family during junior high school. However, because the Mo family had already settled down in the United States at that time and had become almost entirely American, the family was very open-minded, with more understanding and tolerance towards Mo Xijue, rather than opposition or discrimination. They could be said to be a very open-minded large family.
Mo Xijue had been very mysterious since he was young. After cultivating Mo Yi as his heir, he never cared about the family business again. Instead, he ran his own independent art and antique trading company and since then, completely disappeared from the public eye and became a mysterious figure who operated behind the scenes.
As for his personality, he was an extremely deep and skilled person at disguising himself, amd was particularly adept at psychological games and manipulating others’ hearts. He was someone who, the longer you stay with him, the more terrifying he becomes, to the point where even Mo Yi did not like to spend too much time with his father.
Since Mo Xijue himself did not want to be picked up, Wang Zihe and Mo Yi stayed in the villa waiting for his arrival.
As dusk approached, the villa’s gate was finally opened, and Wang Zihe became increasingly nervous.
He saw the servants, dressed in neat uniforms, standing on both sides of the road at the gate, and in the instant the gate opened, they all bowed. Several identical black Lincoln limousines slowly drove forward, passing through the front yard and arriving at the fountain in front of the villa.
Immediately after, numerous black-clad bodyguards got out of the parked cars, among whom a white figure was particularly striking. Even among a group of strong bodyguards, he still stood out. Wang Zihe stood at the door not far away, his eyes unconsciously drawn to that white figure.
That person must be Mo Xijue.
Wang Zihe stared at him, examining him with unblinking eyes and his originally nervous mood unexpectedly calmed down. He had never seen such a perfect person before. The white figure seemed to be a few inches taller than Mo Yi, slim and tall but not weak, with shoulder-length, slightly curly brown hair. His exquisite and deep facial features made it impossible to sense any traces of time on him, and his amber eyes seemed like magical gems emitting an irresistible charm. His thin, pale pink lips were lightly curved with a hint of a smile, making him look like a mysterious, elegant, and noble elf described in fantasy novels, brimming with wisdom.
He had never seen a person with such a unique temperament before, that sense of mystery and nobility was like an emperor, difficult to approach and impossible to climb.
A group of black-clad bodyguards surrounded Mo Xijue, who was dressed in a white suit, and they slowly moved in the direction where Mo Yi and Wang Zihe stood.
“Father.” Mo Yi nodded to Mo Xijue.
“Long time no see.” Mo Xijue stood face to face with Mo Yi.
He still had a gentle and elegant smile on his face, and his mature voice, which was slightly hoarse and sensual, spoke fluent Chinese.
“Who is this?” he said, turning his head and staring at Wang Zihe with his bright amber eyes.
At that moment, Wang Zihe felt like he was being targeted by a snake, and those eyes, which were similar to Mo Yi’s, seemed particularly penetrating.
As Mo Xijue’s gaze fell on his face, Wang Zihe felt nervous once again. His heart beat uncontrollably, and he didn’t expect himself to be so nervous and helpless.
“This is the architect Wang Zihe,” Mo Yi introduced briefly.
“Hello, Mr. Mo.” Faced with the gaze fixed on him, Wang Zihe felt his scalp tingling. He tried to restrain his trembling voice and greeted him.
“Hello, Mr. Wang Zihe.” After speaking, Mo Xijue nodded slightly to him and then led his bodyguards straight into the villa.
Meanwhile, Butler Yang, who had been standing beside them with his head down, quickly followed to guide Mo Xijue.
Watching the white figure disappear into the distance, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
“Are you scared?” Mo Yi laughed.
“Trembling with fear,” Wang Zihe shrugged and smiled bitterly.
“I still need to go to the company these days. You can continue to stay here,” Mo Yi said as he led him into the villa.
“Is this okay? Don’t we just have a contractor- client relationship,” Wang Zihe couldn’t help but frown.
“Do you think my father wouldn’t know? Everyone in the villa is very clear about it,” Mo Yi smiled slightly, and then he even took Wang Zihe’s hand and led him into the dining room.
“…”
Wang Zihe remained silent.
But soon it was dinner time, and Wang Zihe still sat farthest away from Mo Yi and his father. The three of them finished their dinner in a mysterious and dull atmosphere. Judging from the calm and collected appearance of the other two, it was probably only Wang Zihe who felt uncomfortable.
That night, Wang Zihe and Mo Yi still slept on the same bed as usual.
At 7 o’clock the next morning, Mo Yi got up, dressed, and went to the company without fail, while Wang Zihe got up at 8 o’clock as he had nothing to do.
Although it was almost November, it was still hot during the day in S City, but it was the opposite at night, with a huge temperature difference between day and night. However, staying in a luxurious villa with air conditioning and humidifiers all year round made it feel like spring.
Wang Zihe dressed up and went downstairs for breakfast, only to see Mo Xijue eating breakfast when he arrived at the first floor dining hall.
‘I should have gotten up later,’ Wang Zihe thought to himself.
“Good morning, Mr. Mo.” He stood nervously by the dining table.
“Don’t be so polite. Let’s eat together.” Mo Xijue looked up at him and smiled slightly.
However, the seemingly gentle and elegant smile did not bring any warmth to Wang Zihe. He even felt even colder.
“Thank you.” Wang Zihe also smiled and nodded, sitting in the farthest seat from Mo Xijue.
As he sat down, the maid standing by with a food cart put the food in front of him.
“After you finish, come with me to the study on the fifth floor. I want to hear your design proposal.” Mo Xijue suddenly said as they ate in silence.
“Okay. Please allow me to get the documents first.”
Wang Zihe quickly finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. Then he slowly pushed his chair back, and stood up without making a sound.
“Please go ahead.” Mo Xijue continued to smile, his somewhat narrow but very bright eyes fixed on Wang Zihe.
After Wang Zihe put the chair back in its original position, he bowed slightly to Mo Xijue and left the dining room without making a sound.
Mo Xijue watched Wang Zihe’s back as he walked away, and he wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, the smile on his face gradually turning upward.
“Knock knock.”
There were two soft knocks on the door.
“Come in.” Mo Xijue’s gentle voice came through.
“Excuse me.” At this time, Wang Zihe, who wearing a white shirt and black pants, pushed the door open. His hair was pushed back, revealing his fair and full forehead, which made him look even more handsome and spirited.
“Please sit down.” Mo Xijue, who was sitting on the office chair, lazily propped up his chin with his hand and looked at Wang Zihe.
Wang Zihe slowly walked towards the desk and then pulled out a chair to sit face to face with Mo Xijue. Then, he took out the drawings from the folder in his hand and carefully placed them on the large desk, making sure that the orientation of the drawings faced Mo Xijue.
“Although Mo Yi has already told me the basic functional requirements, I have drawn three different sketches because I am not sure about your personal preferences yet,” Wang Zihe said seriously, arranging the drawings in order and explaining them in detail.
“This is plan A. I made a bold design at the entrance of the secret room. Take a look here,” Wang Zihe said, slowly standing up and supporting the table with one hand while pointing to the drawing with the other.
“To enhance the sense of mystery, I planned the entire secret room at a depth of 150 meters underground. This place has not only reaches the bottom of the sea but also connects to the adjacent land. This means that the entire secret room can face the deep sea on one side and face the underground on the other,” he looked at the drawings, and his face gradually showed a confident smile as he explained.
However, what he didn’t know was that Mo Xijue hadn’t even looked at the drawings from start to finish.
Just then, Mo Xijue looked straight at Wang Zihe and pressed his hand, which was still moving on the drawing, in place.
The sudden delicate and cool feeling on the back of his hand awakened Wang Zihe from his explanation. He looked at the large and fair hand covering his hand and was stunned. Then, he lifted his head to look at Mo Xijue’s ambiguous expression.
“Can I ask you a somewhat private question?” Mo Xijue’s face gradually approached Wang Zihe, and their faces were about to touch.
Wang Zihe looked at the exquisite and flawless face that was so close, and was so nervous that he forgot to breathe. He wanted to speak, but his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn’t make a sound.
“Wandering between my two sons, do you feel accomplished?” A slightly hot breath mixed with an indescribable fragrance gently floated in the air.
The amber-colored eyes were like poisonous tongues, full of charm and extremely dangerous. There was still a gentle and warm smile on his face, but it didn’t make people feel any warmth.
Upon hearing Mo Xijue’s words, Wang Zihe felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, with his whole body cold and unable to breathe.
“No, I never had such a thought.” Wang Zihe forced himself to calm down and quickly distanced himself from Mo Xijue. He spoke with a frown, but his voice still trembled with fear.
“You’re not being honest.” After hearing Wang Zihe’s answer, Mo Xijue’s face instantly turned cold, like a sunny day suddenly bringing a violent storm.
The expression of coldness and ruthlessness exuded a frightening majesty. Mo Xijue stood up and looked down at Wang Zihe, his eyes like a beast staring at its prey, sharp and paralyzing.
Wang Zihe felt his legs trembling. He had never felt like this before, where just standing in front of someone could make you forget how to breathe, forget that you were still alive. It was like facing a supreme deity, commanding worship, submission, and despair.
Then, in Wang Zihe’s widened and terrified eyes, Mo Xijue pulled out a pistol with a silencer.
“Mr. Mo, please believe me. I have never… I…” In extreme fear, he stuttered and couldn’t finish his sentence. He looked at the pitch-black hole of the gun that was only thirty centimeters away from him, and never felt death so close.
However, his explanation had no effect. Mo Xijue still looked at him with indifference, his cold eyes like those of someone watching an ant struggling.
Wang Zihe’s face turned extremely pale with fear. His once rosy lips lost their color, and his wide peach blossom eyes were tinged with crimson, full of despair.
But just then, Mo Xijue, who had been silent, suddenly pulled the trigger.
With a “whoosh,” the bullet spun towards Wang Zihe at a speed invisible to the naked eye…
