Madam’s Awakening Shocks The Whole World
Chapter 169 - 164: His Arrival on New Year’s Eve 1 (first update)

Chapter 169: Chapter 164: His Arrival on New Year’s Eve 1 (first update)

As the year-end approached, Qin Qin was swamped, with the reorganization of the Dragon Tiger Business Guild’s assets and the bustle of the Heavenly Medicine Clinic, her tea shop, Top-Grade Heavenly Fragrance, was bursting at the seams with business, leaving her no time to spare.

Right before New Year’s, Qin Qin also bought a hundred acres of land near Spiritual Garden to use as medicine and tea fields, and she intended to establish a company and build a medicine factory, but due to time constraints, it had to wait until after the New Year.

After finishing all her tasks, New Year’s Eve quietly arrived.

As it was her first New Year in this world, Qin Qin was quite excited.

Having replied to a heap of blessing text messages on her phone, she let out a sigh of relief.

Staring at her phone for a good while, she thought that person might send her a greeting, but he did not!

That day his people came to help her, and it seemed she hadn’t properly thanked him. Should she message him? No, he was probably busier than she was, or maybe he didn’t even remember that incident.

"Qin Qin, come out!" The happy voice of Lu Xue Zhen came from outside.

Tossing her phone onto the bed, Qin Qin got up and called out loudly in response, "I’m coming!"

Forget it, she thought, just enjoy her own New Year and not dwell on those things.

Walking out of her room, Qin Qin didn’t notice her phone on the bed began to ring over and over again.

In Jingdu City, within the Mo Residence, perched on the north side atop Mingyang Mountain, the Mo Residence occupied the entire mountain. In a place as precious as Jingdu City, to have a whole mountain was a feat only the Mo Family dared to accomplish. The origins of the Mo Family dated back to the end of the Qing Dynasty, where it was said the Mo Family was originally of imperial lineage. If the Qing Dynasty had not fallen, the Mo Family would undoubtedly be royal kin with significant influence. Fortunately, their ancestors had the foresight to move all their wealth abroad, and the whole Mo Family migrated overseas. It was only after the establishment of Xinyun Country that the Mo Family returned to Yun Country Capital City and established a solid financial foundation, with each family member achieving success in various fields.

The current patriarch of the Mo Family was Mo Cang, the father of Mo Yunchen. Mo Cang, who was a commanding presence in his youth, had retired and handed over the reins to Mo Yunchen. Although he still held the title, everyone in the Mo Family knew Mo Yunchen was the true head of the family.

On New Year’s Eve, all members of the Mo Family gathered at the Mo Residence. The Mo Family had many branches, but Mo Cang had only three children, the rest belonging to collateral branches.

The Mo Residence covered a thousand mu, exuding luxury and nobility. Early on that day, countless luxury cars entered the estate as many Mo Family members arrived with their families.

Mo Cang, the family head, was clad today in a festive traditional Tang suit. At seventy-five years old, Mo Cang received New Year’s greetings from his kin and had the servants distribute the generous red envelopes he had prepared for the younger members of the Mo Family.

"Where’s Yunchen!" Once he had a moment to himself, Mo Cang, with his white hair and vigorous spirit, asked his lifelong butler, Steward Min, who had been by his side all his life.

Steward Min, sixty-five this year, had been with the Mo Family for fifty years and was Mo Cang’s confidant.

"Master, Young Master Yunchen is on the second floor, it seems he is on a call," the butler replied.

"On a call!" Mo Cang remarked with a pause, holding the teacup beside him, "Who would he be calling?"

It was indeed strange, considering his youngest son’s aloof nature, who would he be calling on New Year’s Eve?

"I do not know, shall I ask Young Master Yunchen to come down?" Steward Min inquired quietly.

Mo Cang took a sip of his tea and shook his head, "He’ll come down on his own in a while."

"Master, Young Master Qianlin and Miss Qianhui have returned," Steward Min whispered as he looked towards the entrance, informing Mo Cang.

Mo Cang showed a smile at the corners of his mouth as he watched his son and daughter approach. The Mo Residence was only lively during the New Year.

"Dad, happy New Year!" Mo Qianlin was fifty-three this year, well-kept and a charming middle-aged man. He looked quite like Mo Cang in his youth. His wife had passed away early, and by his side was his thirty-something-year-old son, Mo Haoxuan. Mo Haoxuan’s features were slightly feminine, overly pretty, yet a hint of severity in his brows marred his demeanor.

"Grandpa, happy New Year!" Mo Haoxuan lifted the corners of his mouth, his smile making him appear even more delicately handsome.

"Dad, happy holidays!" Mo Qianhui said softly, kissing Mo Cang’s cheek. Beside her stood the impeccably dressed Jiang Feng and Jiang Qingtian.

Jiang Qingtian stepped forward, his handsome features distinct, forming a sharp contrast with Mo Haoxuan’s softness.

"Grandpa, happy holidays!"

"Very good!" Mo Cang happily told Steward Min to give out red envelopes.

Mo Haoxuan and Jiang Qingtian received theirs with smiles.

Just then, a stunning woman in a white wool coat entered from outside. Her gait was graceful and her smile captivating—it was Jing Zhimei.

Jing Zhiyue greeted the Mo family members she knew and walked straight to Mo Cang, lifting up a charming and delicate smile, "Happy New Year, Grandpa Mo."

Although Jing Zhiyue considered herself as Mo Yunchen’s fiancée in her heart, in reality, she was supposed to call Mo Cang "Grandpa," even if she did so unwillingly, because it made her feel like she had no connection to Mo Yunchen.

Mo Cang lifted a benevolent smile, beckoned Jing Zhiyue over, and she obediently walked to him, letting Mo Cang hold her hand.

"Good child, every year at this time, you come to visit this old man. You are so thoughtful."

Upon hearing this, Jing Zhiyue shook her head slightly, "It’s nothing, this is what Zhiyue should do! Grandpa Mo, Yunchen... he’s not here?"

In fact, her true purpose was none other than Mo Yunchen; everything she did was for him, yet that man never even glanced at her.

"Yunchen, that boy, is on the second floor. I don’t know why he hasn’t come down yet. Go call him."

How could Mo Cang not see Jing Zhiyue’s thoughts? But he was happy to see it happen, for his youngest son was severely poisoned and needed Jing Zhiyue’s abilities.

Jing Zhiyue smiled apologetically at Mo Cang and took her small handbag to the second floor.

Mo Haoxuan’s gaze followed Jing Zhiyue’s figure inconspicuously, a complex mix of emotions and a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

On the second floor, Mo Yunchen was in his room at the Mo Residence.

The simple black decor gave off a sharp, solemn feeling.

Mo Yunchen leaned against the window, observing how the Mo Residence glowed in the dark. He dialed Qin Qin’s number repeatedly on his slim phone, disappointed that no one answered on the other end. A gloomy light flashed in his eyes. Why wouldn’t she answer his call?!

Gentle knocking sounds came from outside the room, and Mo Yunchen’s tall figure shifted slightly, looking towards the door, his handsome, indifferent face tensing.

"Who is it?!"

"It’s... Grandpa Mo, I’m Zhiyue. Grandpa Mo asked me to call you down." Outside, Jing Zhiyue lifted the corners of her mouth, straightening her hair and clothes, hoping to present herself perfectly in front of Mo Yunchen.

The door opened, and Mo Yunchen’s tall figure appeared before Jing Zhiyue. His face, striking as a Heavenly God’s, made her breath hitch. Every time she saw him, she felt entirely unlike herself, deeply mesmerized by him.

"Grandpa Mo, I..." Jing Zhiyue’s eyes glittered with infatuation. How she wished to throw herself into his arms at that moment, to be embraced tightly by him. Why had he always been so cold towards her, unwilling even to glance at her? She had been by his side the longest. It didn’t matter; he could only be hers. In time, Grandmother would surely decide in her favor.

Mo Yunchen gave Jing Zhiyue a brief glance and nodded, "I understand!"

He walked past her and out the door, heedless of Jing Zhiyue standing behind him.

Jing Zhiyue stood still, her fists clenched, biting her beautiful lips hard.

When Mo Yunchen’s figure disappeared from view, Jing Zhiyue hurriedly took off after him, only to be suddenly pulled into an embrace at the corner by a pair of strong hands.

"You see, he doesn’t even give you a second glance. Why are you so hopelessly devoted to him?" came a brooding voice. Jing Zhiyue looked up to see Mo Haoxuan’s beautiful, sinister face in front of her.

"Let go of me! Mo Haoxuan, I belong to Yunchen, not someone you can touch." Jing Zhiyue pushed Mo Haoxuan away forcefully, glaring at him.

"Haha, Zhiyue, what’s so good about him? Has he ever cared for you like I have? Has he seen you cry? Does he remember your birthday? He knows nothing about you, doesn’t care about you, yet you still insist on clinging to him?"

Mo Haoxuan gripped Jing Zhiyue’s chin tightly, forcing her to look at him intently. How long had she loved Mo Yunchen? That was exactly how long he had loved her. Why couldn’t she accept him? What was so good about that other man?!

"So what?! That’s between him and me, you have no right to interfere. Mo Haoxuan, stay away from me. I don’t want Yunchen to think I have anything to do with you." Jing Zhiyue shook off his hand and ran away.

Behind her, Mo Haoxuan let out a cold laugh. His beautiful, sinister face revealed a chilling malice as he suddenly flung a potted plant to the ground with a crash. Ignoring the shattered pieces, he straightened his tie with a ruthless smile and strode away.

When Jing Zhiyue went downstairs thinking she might see Mo Yunchen, she found no trace of him. Anxious, she inquired and learned that Mo Yunchen, after greeting Mo Cang, had left the Mo Residence.

By the time she got outside, all she could see was the tail lights of the car disappearing. She stood in the cold wind, staring blankly at the departing Mo Yunchen, not understanding why he would go out on New Year’s Eve.

A servant of the Mo Residence, seeing Jing Zhiyue standing in the cold, couldn’t help but step forward to remind her, "Miss Jing, would you like to come inside to rest? It’s very cold outside."

Cold, was it colder than her heart? Was he avoiding her simply because she had come? Mo Yunchen, when will your heart warm up to her? Don’t you see the years of her devoted waiting?!

This time, Jing Zhiyue didn’t realize her mistake. Mo Yunchen wasn’t avoiding her; he just wanted to see someone else, that’s all.

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