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When Mo Xuan heard Luo Sheng's words, his eyes instantly turned cold.

Luo Tian was the only male heir of the Luo Family, so Mo Xuan wasn’t surprised by Old Madam Luo’s decision. What shocked him was that Luo Sheng and Shen Qingyun, as parents, would agree to it!

Noticing the change in Mo Xuan’s expression, Luo Sheng let out a self-deprecating laugh. “That was a deadlock. My brother and I had almost stabilized the situation. Over the past two years, we had gradually taken control of and dismantled the network of our father’s illegitimate son and his backers. But who could’ve expected…”

“The hiding place of Shiya and Mu Qi was exposed, and Luo Tian’s location was also discovered. At that time, our family had sent out almost all the people we could trust to secure the situation. Despite being short-handed, we couldn’t risk using unfamiliar faces at such a critical moment.”

“So, we had to choose. And we chose Luo Tian.”

“There was no profound reason. It was simply because he was the only male heir of the Luo Family. That’s all.”

With a loud bang, Mo Xuan slammed his fist on the table. He didn’t even know why he was so upset about this.

It wasn’t just because of his bond with the sisters. The feeling was familiar, and it didn’t stem from Luo Tian. In fact, he had interacted with Luo Tian multiple times and didn’t dislike him. They even had a decent relationship.

When he had spoken with Old Madam Luo at the Luo Family estate, he had only felt aversion. But now, hearing Luo Sheng’s words, he couldn’t control his emotions.

“I understand why you’re angry, and I’m not here to justify it,” Luo Sheng said with a helpless smile. “But have you considered that this reason was sufficient? Luo Tian was already in college at the time. Though he seemed to lack ambition—or, as you young people say, he was a bit of a slacker.”

“In terms of talent and intelligence, he was no match for Shiya and Mu Qi, especially Shiya. She was already managing the vast Luo Corporation during her college years. Whether in vision or business acumen, Luo Tian couldn’t compare to her.”

“But back then, we believed Luo Tian had potential and could carry the Luo Family forward. And, as I mentioned, he was the only male heir.”

Mo Xuan’s clenched fist slowly relaxed. The reason was laughable, yet there was no way to refute it.

The Luo Family, a century-old dynasty at the pinnacle of the Capital’s social hierarchy, making such a choice didn’t seem all that surprising.

And Luo Tian wasn’t some spoiled heir. Though Mo Xuan often heard him complain about wanting to go fishing or retire early, he still managed Luo Corporation meticulously.

“At the time, my brother was completely against it. He said he’d rather see Luo Tian die than trade two lives for his, especially when they were his own nieces. But my mother insisted on prioritizing Luo Tian, and my wife and I agreed with her decision.”

“Having been in business for so long, our mindset had changed. I followed my mother’s wishes and chose Luo Tian, and my wife supported it. It was all a matter of weighing the pros and cons. Shiya and Mu Qi were not only girls but also young at the time. We couldn’t gamble with their lives.”

Mo Xuan hated his own rationality at that moment. Luo Sheng was right—from the perspective of family interests, it all seemed perfectly logical.

But thinking about the plight of Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi back then, Mo Xuan felt an overwhelming sense of despair. It was as if he had been plunged into deep water, suffocating and powerless.

Luo Sheng looked at the silent Mo Xuan, his mind suddenly recalling the first time he had seen him.

To be precise, it was Mo Xuan lying on the ground, clutching the leg of a thug, refusing to let go even though he was already unconscious.

He was wearing a school uniform, his face covered in blood. Just a 15-year-old boy, even if he was the prized disciple of Master Zhang, the martial arts legend. Facing eight or nine armed adults—career thugs with criminal records—he had managed to take down five of them but was severely injured. The sixth thug’s leg, which he was clinging to, had been bitten so badly that it was mangled. No matter how hard the man kicked, Mo Xuan wouldn’t let go.

When their people arrived, they managed to stop the remaining attackers. That day, there had been two groups. Uncle Zheng and his team had intercepted one group and escorted Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi to safety. But they hadn’t anticipated that the enemy had reinforcements. If it hadn’t been for Mo Xuan, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Thinking about this, Luo Sheng felt only guilt and regret. What right did he have to reminisce?

How desperate must Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi have been? If not for Mo Xuan, he would have been left to collect the bodies of his two daughters.

Over the two years that followed, Mo Xuan had practically risked his life to save them. The only regret was that he had lost his memory.

“I’m telling you all this not for any particular reason, and it’s certainly not something to be proud of…” Luo Sheng forced a bitter smile. “I’m not asking you to help mend the relationship between us… because there’s nothing left to mend.”

Mo Xuan glanced at Luo Sheng, unsure of what to say. He knew full well that this was unfair to Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi, but he couldn’t bring himself to blame Luo Sheng.

Even if they had chosen to abandon Luo Tian, would they not have regretted it?

Back then, the attackers’ goal wasn’t just to kill the three children of the Luo Family. They wanted to psychologically devastate them.

Whether Luo Sheng had abandoned his two daughters or his brother Luo Quan had abandoned Luo Tian, one side would inevitably bear the scars of that decision.

“You know, I think we’re quite similar,” Luo Sheng said, seemingly wanting to change the subject. “Actually, my wife and I had Shiya before we were married. And…”

Thinking of his wife, Luo Sheng could only smile wryly. “That day, I had too much to drink. When I woke up the next morning, I found her sleeping beside me…”

Hearing this, Mo Xuan’s eyes widened. Could this be hereditary?

“I clearly remember going out for drinks with my friends. It was supposed to be a simple business meeting. I have no idea how I ended up in her room…” Luo Sheng sighed. “I apologized and told her she could punish me however she wanted. But she didn’t mind. Instead, she said…”

“It’s the thought that counts. I don’t blame you.”

“How did you know?”

Luo Sheng looked at Mo Xuan in surprise, while Mo Xuan’s face darkened. Instead of answering, he asked, “Did Aunt Shen disappear for a while after that, only to return with a baby?”

“You know that too? Did Shiya or Mu Qi tell you?”

Luo Sheng suddenly felt a pang of resentment toward his daughters. How could they share such private matters?

“Not exactly, but…” Mo Xuan scratched his head awkwardly. “I had a similar experience…”

Back then, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had taken matters into their own hands, and the Luo Family only found out about the children after they were born. Coincidentally, Luo Sheng and Shen Qingyun had been expanding their overseas business and weren’t in the country. By the time they returned, the children were already crawling around…

Looking at Mo Xuan, Luo Sheng suddenly felt a sense of relief. He considered himself lucky—he had only been entangled by his wife. But Mo Xuan had been pursued by his two daughters, who were even more daring than their mother.

Some words that had been on the tip of his tongue remained unspoken.

Kid, it’s time someone shared my past burdens. Don’t blame me for not being more considerate—I really had no choice…