When Su Yanran received the invitation, she could hardly believe her eyes.
“Our vice president instructed that this must be delivered directly to Miss Su,” said the woman in a black suit who handed her the invitation. Her expression was blank, her tone flat. “Also, this is from our vice president. Miss Su will know what to do when she sees it.”
A black USB drive was placed on Su Yanran’s desk, and with a curt farewell, the woman turned and left.
The party hosted by Luo Tian was an exclusive affair, attended only by those at the pinnacle of the social elite. The Su family, though wealthy, didn’t qualify.
Su Yanran stared at the white invitation in front of her, feeling inexplicably uneasy. She didn’t even dare to pick it up and take a closer look.
“Little sister, you’ve really outdone yourself!”
The office door swung open, and Su Yanran’s brother, Su Jiuzhe, walked in, visibly excited. The invitation to the Luo Corporation’s party was something countless prestigious families and businesses in the Capital would kill for, and here it was, personally delivered to his sister.
“When did you get close to the Luo family? If we can collaborate with a top-tier conglomerate like them, our family’s fortunes could change for the better!” Su Jiuzhe exclaimed. “Wait, I remember now—Luo Muqi attended Capital University with you. Do you know each other?”
Su Yanran couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Know each other? She wished she didn’t. Mo Xuan would never reconcile with her now, and while Luo Shiya had verbally given her a chance, aside from forbidding her to break off the engagement with Mo Jinpeng, there had been no further developments.
She picked up the USB drive and examined it, puzzled. Su Jiuzhe, noticing her silence and the USB drive in her hand, asked curiously, “Is that from Luo Corporation too?”
“Yes. Brother, could you leave for a moment?” Su Yanran said wearily. “About the party…”
She hesitated, biting her lip before continuing, “I’ll attend the party tomorrow. If I can… establish a collaboration with the Luo family, that would be ideal.”
Even she found her words laughable. Luo Shiya had sent her these two items, and Su Yanran couldn’t fathom what she was supposed to do with them.
Su Jiuzhe wanted to say more, but seeing his sister’s state, he sighed and turned to leave. At the door, he suddenly turned back and said, “Yanran, the Mo family contacted Dad. Grandpa Mo has passed away, and… Aunt Qin said your engagement to Mo Jinpeng has been canceled.”
Su Yanran looked at her brother in surprise, and Su Jiuzhe also seemed puzzled. “Don’t look at me. I don’t know either. Dad was never too keen on Mo Jinpeng, so he agreed without much discussion.”
Su Yanran said nothing. Since Luo Shiya had threatened her not to break off the engagement, she couldn’t be blamed now, could she?
As for Grandpa Mo’s death, she felt little emotion. She had only met him a few times, and her grandmother had never liked him, believing he had wronged Mo Xuan’s grandmother. Su Yanran hadn’t been fond of him either.
Thinking of this, Su Yanran couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Even her grandmother had vehemently opposed her relationship with Mo Jinpeng, but at the time, she had been utterly blinded.
Even her classmates and roommates had thought she was being unreasonable. Back then, aside from his wealth, Mo Xuan had outshined Mo Jinpeng in every way.
Shaking her head, Su Yanran inserted the USB drive into her computer. Inside, there was only one folder.
When she opened it and saw the contents, she was stunned.
The files detailed Mo Jinpeng’s involvement in cryptocurrency fraud, online gambling, and even illegal lending. With all this evidence combined, the eldest son of the Mo family was looking at a minimum of ten years in prison!
There was also an image with bold red text that read: “You know what to do, right?”
When Mo Xuan and the others returned to the estate, Uncle Zheng had been waiting outside, his face red from the cold. Seeing them arrive, he hurried over and said cautiously, “Miss Shiya, Miss Muqi, Mr. Luo is here.”
Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi raised their eyebrows. Their father? Mo Xuan was also surprised. He had met Luo Sheng a few times. Unlike Shen Qingyun, Luo Sheng had a gentle demeanor, spoke little, and had always been kind to him.
However, Luo Sheng always gave Mo Xuan the impression that he wanted to be closer to his daughters but didn’t know how. Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, on the other hand, were merely polite to their father.
Just polite.
Entering the living room, they found Luo Sheng sitting on the sofa. Luo Wei’er and Luo Xue’er were playing on the table. Hearing the commotion, the two little girls turned around, ran over happily, and clung to Mo Xuan’s legs, cooing, “Daddy~”
Mo Xuan bent down to pick them up, and the two girls wrapped their arms around his neck, about to kiss him, when they noticed their mother and aunt following behind.
They chose to ignore them, kissing their father twice before sweetly saying, “Mommy, Auntie~”
Honestly, we should’ve given you two to Luo Tian to raise. It’d save us the headache…
Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi thought to themselves, each reaching out to pinch their daughters’ cheeks in clear retaliation.
The two girls winced in pain, but seeing their mothers’ warning looks, they continued to cling to their father and even shot smug glances at their mothers.
These little brats!
“Ahem, ahem…”
Luo Sheng coughed lightly from the sofa. He felt that if he didn’t make some noise, the family might forget he was there.
Mo Xuan, apologetic, put the children down and walked over, greeting respectfully, “Hello, Uncle Luo.”
Luo Sheng looked remarkably young, appearing to be in his early thirties. He was dressed casually, exuding a gentle and refined aura.
“Have a seat,” Luo Sheng said with a warm smile. He glanced at Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, who greeted him with a simple, “Dad,” before taking their daughters’ hands and heading upstairs.
Mo Xuan wanted to stop them, but Luo Sheng waved him off, chuckling, “I’m just here to see my granddaughters. I’ll be leaving soon. Stay and chat with me, Mo Xuan.”
Seeing this, Mo Xuan obliged. He had always wondered why Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi were so distant from their family. When he occasionally asked, they would mention past events and express no desire to be close.
“I heard about your grandmother’s passing. I thought I should come and pay my respects,” Luo Sheng said, his voice filled with regret. “I had the privilege of attending one of her lectures in the past. I never imagined…”
Noticing the flicker of sadness in Mo Xuan’s eyes, Luo Sheng changed the subject. “How have Shiya and Muqi been lately?”
“They’re doing well,” Mo Xuan nodded. “Why don’t you ask them yourself? Some misunderstandings might…”
“It’s fine. As long as they’re happy,” Luo Sheng waved his hand. He looked deeply at Mo Xuan and then asked, “Do you know why they’re not close to us?”
Mo Xuan shook his head. He truly had no idea. He had even asked Uncle Zheng once, but Uncle Zheng had evaded the question, and Mo Xuan hadn’t pressed further.
“It’s my father’s fault,” Luo Sheng said with a bitter smile. “When he passed away, we found out he had an illegitimate child. In families like ours, such scandals… well, you know.”
At this, Luo Sheng’s expression grew complicated.
The events of those two years had left him utterly exhausted. The illegitimate child had somehow inherited part of the family’s assets and allied with some families and businesses that wanted to bring down the Luo Corporation. Their methods were despicable, leaving no stone unturned.
The fact that the Luo Corporation had survived that turmoil and remained the top conglomerate in the Capital was a testament to the sacrifices they had made. If it hadn’t been absolutely necessary, they wouldn’t have sent Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi away to live near Mo Xuan and his grandmother.
Thinking of this, Luo Sheng’s eyes filled with pain, and his voice trembled slightly. “There was one particularly critical moment when we had to choose between saving the sisters or Luo Tian.”
“We chose Luo Tian…”
“Because he was the only male heir among the two families…”

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