Jiang Chengyue had just hung up the phone. When she looked up, she saw Lin Mo sitting there leisurely, acting as if nothing had happened.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Who else could it be but him?
Otherwise, how could she explain the overly calm young man sitting right in front of her?
The truth was exactly as she had expected.
Lin Mo had merely moved his fingers to send a message to Liu Zheng, and the latter had swiftly and decisively suppressed the matter.
You have got to be kidding.
On one side was a rather restless family from the Hidden Sect, and on the other side was Lin Mo.
It was a multiple-choice question that Liu Zheng could answer with his eyes closed.
Not to mention, from beginning to end, reason was entirely on Lin Mo's side.
For Yanhuang Awakening to step in was perfectly justifiable.
"Is it... just resolved like that?" Jiang Chengyue's voice was a bit airy, carrying a trace of uncertainty.
"It's not that simple. This is just the appetizer."
Lin Mo smiled, stood up, and brushed off some non-existent dust from his clothes.
"But I will handle it. Just tell the Old Geezer to rest easy."
"Old Geezer..."
He must be talking about her brother. Since he called him that, he couldn't call her an Old Geezer anymore.
Jiang Chengyue's mouth twitched, but now was not the time to fuss over this.
Looking at her unconscious niece on the hospital bed, her heart tightened. Sister Qiong's words still echoed in her ears.
"I heard from Sister Qiong that the forces of the Hidden Sect are very powerful, are you..."
"Powerful?"
It was as if he had just heard the biggest joke in the world.
Lin Mo sneered, interrupting her, "A plate of loose sand, and they deserve to be called powerful?"
"If they really were that capable, they would have turned the world upside down long ago. Would they still be getting rubbed into the dirt by Yanhuang Awakening?"
Lin Mo glanced sideways at Jiang Chengyue. "The Hidden Sect isn't dictated by the Situ family alone. The combined assets of the top 500 companies in Huaxia could sweep across nations, but can you actually get them to unite?"
Speaking of this, Lin Mo felt like laughing.
Even Zhang Gonglian was completely dismissive of them.
So Lin Mo really wasn't worried about this bunch.
Seeing Lin Mo like this, Jiang Chengyue didn't know how best to react.
After all, just a day ago, she had no particular understanding of any of these things.
It was just information she had recently absorbed from Sister Qiong.
After a good while, Lin Mo finally stood up from Jiang Yunlu's bedside.
"I'm going over to the ICU. You stay here and keep watch."
Before his voice even faded, he had already turned and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chengshan had made several consecutive phone calls, getting security, attendants, and personal bodyguards all into position.
Secretary Zhao, standing to the side, didn't know what to do either.
Upon seeing Lin Mo, Jiang Chengshan's taut nerves finally relaxed, and he slowly put down his phone.
"It's you?" His voice carried a faint, barely noticeable hoarseness.
Lin Mo nodded and got straight to the point. "Yanhuang Awakening, you've heard of them by now, right?"
Hearing this name, Jiang Chengshan nodded.
In fact, he had only just learned about this organization from Sister Qiong.
It was also Sister Qiong who told Jiang Chengshan to seek the protection of Yanhuang Awakening.
But before he even had the chance to make a move, the people from the Situ family had already blocked his door.
As for what happened next, he had seen with his own eyes the sorry state of Situ Dingyi's group as they retreated, which explained everything.
He had long guessed that the only person with such means was this unfathomable young man standing before him.
Jiang Chengshan felt it was Lin Mo from the very beginning. Even without any information, his intuition told him it could only be Lin Mo.
"I'm not a member of Yanhuang Awakening."
Lin Mo's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable weight. "But I'm very familiar with them, so you don't need to worry. With me here, no one can take Yunlu away from your side."
Lin Mo's words made Jiang Chengshan exhale heavily.
His rigid back instantly slumped, and his whole body seemed to be drained of all its strength. He fell heavily onto the nearby bench, subconsciously fumbling in his pockets, but finding nothing.
As a non-smoker, he suddenly wanted to have a cigarette right at this moment.
Secretary Zhao, who had been silent all along, produced a pack of cigarettes from somewhere, handed one over, and lit it for him with a windproof lighter.
A wisp of blue smoke curled upward.
Jiang Chengshan, a man who rarely smoked in front of his daughter, now took a fierce drag like an old smoker. The pungent smoke choked him, but it instantly calmed his nerves.
He let the burning sensation spread through his lungs.
After a long while, he slowly exhaled the smoke, his voice impossibly hoarse.
"In this life, I rarely beg anyone, but I am begging you: please protect Yunlu."
After speaking, he buried his head in his arms, his shoulders trembling slightly.
A man who commanded the winds and clouds in the business world had completely laid down all his dignity at this moment.
Lin Mo, however, couldn't even be bothered to spare him another glance.
Playing the deep and emotional card at a time like this was too awkward. I still prefer your rebellious and untamed look.
He simply turned around and pushed open the door to the ICU ward.
Inside the ward, the medical instruments were beeping steadily. However, Situ Qiong, who should have been in a coma from severe injuries, had already opened her eyes and even sat up on the hospital bed by herself.
She could clearly feel a gentle, warm current flowing through her limbs and bones. Those fractured bones, damaged internal organs, and even her shattered meridians were healing at an impossibly rapid speed that defied common sense.
This was simply a miracle.
Seeing Lin Mo walk in, her body stiffened, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and curiosity.
Even the stupidest person would understand that being pulled back from the gates of hell was entirely thanks to the young man standing before her.
"What... do you want?" she asked cautiously, her voice dry.
In her view, such heaven-defying means would inevitably demand an equivalent price.
Lin Mo casually pulled over a chair and sat down boldly by the bed. His knuckles tapped gently against the edge of the bed, producing a rhythmic, soft sound.
"I just didn't want Yunlu to be sad. Tell me, why is the Situ family so dead set on taking her back?"
Situ Qiong's lips moved, and eventually, she spilled everything. "I don't know the exact reason, but they said it was... to have the Little Miss acknowledge her ancestors and return to the clan. I guess it might be for a marriage alliance."
What kind of outdated nonsense is this? A marriage alliance?
Seeing Lin Mo's look of disdain, Situ Qiong quickly added, "It's very likely to continue the marriage contract that was broken off back then, an alliance with... the Gongsun family. When the Miss and the Son-in-law got together back then, that marriage arrangement was left unsettled."
Are all the families in the Hidden Sect double-character surnames? If it's not Situ, it's Gongsun.
But then, he realized an even more serious problem.
Resuming the marriage alliance from back then?
Doesn't that mean making Jiang Yunlu marry someone else and become his wife?
Then where does that leave me, Lin Mo?!
Lin Mo frowned. "Tell me where the Situ family is. I'll go directly and wipe them out. No, I'll wipe out the Gongsun family along with them. Good grief, they dare to arrange a marriage alliance involving my person?"
Hearing Lin Mo's words, Situ Qiong hastily said, "As long as the Little Miss doesn't return to the Hidden Sect, there won't be a marriage alliance."
However, Lin Mo gave a cold snort.
He had been watching with his divine sense the whole time just now. The moment those two guys walked out, they said they wanted to abduct Jiang Yunlu.
He definitely had to show them some color.

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