What was most painful for Mo Xuan? Was it last night's wild events?
No, it was waking up at 10 AM to find Uncle Zheng thoughtfully bringing him a large cup of wolfberry tea and a bowl of Chinese medicine.
"What's this, Uncle Zheng?"
Looking at the dark medicinal soup, Mo Xuan felt something wasn't right. Uncle Zheng gave Mo Xuan a meaningful look and said, "Mr. Mo may be healthy, but supplements are still necessary. This is a kidney-strengthening medicine specially prescribed by a renowned traditional Chinese doctor, as ordered by the young miss."
"...In all my life, I've only heard of pregnancy-stabilizing medicine, you can just say it's for kidney enhancement!"
Mo Xuan furiously wanted to find the two instigators, but Uncle Zheng informed him that before he woke up, the sisters had taken the children back to the Luo Family mansion, as the Old Lady of the Luo Family missed her granddaughter.
Originally, both children were crying to see their father, but Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi made them go back.
"Mr. Mo is expected for dinner at the Luo Family tonight. As for lunch, the young miss has specified your menu: stir-fried kidneys, bull penis soup, oysters..."
Mo Xuan quickly waved to interrupt Uncle Zheng, gritting his teeth as he said, "I'm perfectly healthy... Never mind, I'll drink the medicine, but I won't be back for lunch."
Mo Xuan picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it in one go. The taste... he almost threw up last night's dinner, it was unbearably bitter.
However, since he hadn't eaten breakfast, Uncle Zheng had thoughtfully prepared lunch for him in advance. Sure enough, every dish that came out was clearly meant for enhancement...
"You're going back to the Mo Family?"
Uncle Zheng was surprised when he heard Mo Xuan say he was going back to the Mo Family. Mo Xuan frankly explained his purpose for returning, then said, "I have a feeling my dear father won't simply give me the money so easily."
Based on Mo Xuan's understanding of his father, getting Mo Changshan to spend money on him would be as painful as death. Though it sounded nice to buy out his shares, his father would likely make demands or try to negotiate.
"Shall I go with you?" Uncle Zheng suggested after some thought. "Given how badly things ended with the Mo Family, they might give you trouble."
Mo Xuan shook his head and said, "It's fine, I know what they're like. I won't bring the share authorization letter - I doubt I'll get any money today anyway."
After lunch, Mo Xuan was preparing to drive to the Mo Family, but Uncle Zheng gave him a new car key and showed him the Ferrari that Luo Muqi had bought for him.
Since being with the sisters, Mo Xuan had paid some attention to car models and prices. The black Ferrari that Luo Muqi bought was worth about 5 million yuan.
He helplessly called Luo Muqi, but she wouldn't answer when she saw it was him, only replying on WeChat: "Brother, if you're calling about the car, I won't pick up!"
Actually, he wanted to scold her a bit - the crazy girl had nearly bitten his shoulder bloody in the heat of passion, and when he woke up this morning, his left shoulder was black and blue.
This time, Mo Xuan didn't refuse but took the car key. After thinking for a moment, he whispered something to Uncle Zheng, who looked at him in surprise before smiling: "Alright, don't worry, Mr. Mo!"
Uncle Zheng brought Mo Xuan a bag that seemed to contain something. Mo Xuan opened it to check, nodded, and then left the estate in the car.
"Birds of a feather really do flock together..." Uncle Zheng smiled wryly. "Mr. Mo seems so normal, but how did he end up with that same streak of madness?"
After talking to himself, Uncle Zheng took out his phone and called Luo Shiya: "Young Miss, Mr. Mo went back to the Mo Family by himself. He thinks Mo Changshan won't easily give him the money."
"He's not wrong. How could someone like Mo Changshan easily give up money?"
In the Luo Family mansion, Luo Shiya sat in a rosewood chair with her legs crossed, her expression cold. "I'm only worried they'll give Xuan trouble. Have the nursing home staff keep an eye out - grandmother is probably the only one in the Mo Family who can threaten Xuan now."
"This... Young Miss..." Uncle Zheng hesitated. "What if the Mo Family causes trouble and tries to physically threaten Mr. Mo..."
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Luo Shiya smiled confidently. "I know exactly what the Mo Family is capable of. Not just their family - even the Luo Family's bodyguards can't find anyone who can beat Xuan. There's no need to worry about that."
After hanging up, Luo Shiya was about to stand up when she felt her legs were a bit weak. Thinking of last night's events, Luo Shiya's lips curled into a slight smile.
If only her sister hadn't joined in to cause trouble, it would have been perfect...
Returning to the Mo Family villa, Mo Xuan's only thought was... compared to where he lived now, this place really wasn't up to standard.
The estate where the Luo sisters lived was in the Capital's true upper-class residential area. The property was vast and luxurious. Luo Shiya loved white roses, while Luo Muqi loved red roses. They even specially employed a gardening teacher to tend to them, and the rose varieties were extremely expensive.
"Thinking like this, I'm somewhat borrowing their prestige," he self-deprecatingly smiled.
After pressing the doorbell, the door opened shortly after. A middle-aged woman saw Mo Xuan and froze for a moment, then said with tears in her eyes, "Young Master, you've... you've come back!"
Auntie Wang, the family's housekeeper, was a kind person. She had always felt it was wrong how the Mo Family treated Mo Xuan differently from Mo Jinpeng, but as just a servant, there was nothing she could do.
When Mo Xuan was in high school, because he was the only one attending high school with a different schedule from others, the Mo Family not only didn't arrange transportation for him but didn't even care about his meals. After returning from evening self-study sessions, it was Auntie Wang who made him late-night snacks.
In his senior year, when Mo Jinpeng started pursuing Su Yanran, Mo Changshan and Qin Ni even cut off Mo Xuan's allowance, though it wasn't much to begin with. Auntie Wang, worried that Mo Xuan had no money, tried to help him with her own savings as a housekeeper, but Mo Xuan refused.
He had a card from his grandmother, and while he couldn't spend lavishly like other rich kids, he was comfortable enough.
"Young Master, has the master and sir... have they had a change of heart and are willing to let you come home?"
Auntie Wang had always felt that Mo Xuan was more outstanding than Mo Jinpeng. Though she wasn't highly educated, she hadn't been working at the Mo Family all these years without gaining some insight.
A eldest son who barely made it into a regular university versus a younger son who got early admission to Capital University - even she, a housekeeper, knew which one was more precious. How could her employers not understand this?
"No, Auntie Wang. When I left, I never planned to have any relationship with them again. I'm just here running an errand for grandmother," Mo Xuan smiled. "Are they all here?"
"The second young miss isn't here, I think she's been busy at the madam's company lately. The third young miss isn't home either."
Hearing Mo Xuan's words, Auntie Wang sighed. She knew that after things had gotten so bad back then, even if the Mo Family was willing, Mo Xuan probably wouldn't be.
She turned to lead Mo Xuan into the villa. In the living room, except for the second and third daughters, the whole Mo Family was indeed there.
Grandpa Mo sat on the sofa, his face darkening when he saw Mo Xuan. Mo Changshan also looked displeased, giving a cold snort without looking at him. Qin Ni's face was expressionless, but she looked Mo Xuan up and down.
On one side, Mo Jinpeng looked at Mo Xuan with eyes that seemed poisonous. Sitting beside him was the Mo Family's eldest daughter, Mo Qingqing. All three Mo Family daughters had inherited Qin Ni's beauty, and Mo Qingqing not only was beautiful but had excellent bearing.
Seeing Mo Xuan, Mo Qingqing showed no emotional change. But Mo Xuan knew her character well - compared to his other two sisters, Mo Qingqing was much more vicious...
"Well, everyone's here?" Mo Xuan waved at them with a very provocative expression. "Chairman Mo, I'm here to collect the money."
"You unfilial son!" Mo Changshan slammed the table hard. "What money? Quickly hand over the share authorization letter and get out of this house!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, I knew you were the type to go back on your word, your words are as worthless as farts." Mo Xuan wasn't surprised at all by his father's attitude. "What if I don't hand it over? Are you going to send eight bodyguards again, only for me to send them to the hospital?"
Hearing this, Mo Changshan's face turned green. He really wanted to teach Mo Xuan a harsh lesson, but oddly enough, his younger son seemed to have some supernatural power - back then, even eight bodyguards couldn't stop him, and he sent them to the hospital with his bare hands. The worst injured one still walks with a limp today.
"Enough, Changshan."
Grandpa Mo spoke coldly, "Mo Xuan, let me ask you just one thing - has your grandmother really made up her mind to go against me until the very end?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"