Mo Yingying wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t utter a single syllable.
Mo Xuan looked at Mo Yingying and suddenly smiled. “I’m grateful to Grandma. She seemed to have guessed long ago what I would face when I returned to the Mo Family, so she’s been trying to downplay your presence in my heart.”
“However, thinking about how my biological parents, my biological sister, and even that half-brother of mine treated me harshly, I can’t deny that it still hurts.”
“Now that I think about it, the saying ‘blood is thicker than water’ might just be a joke at times.”
“I won’t deny that I might seem cold-hearted toward you now, but I don’t think it’s wrong, just like how you didn’t think it was wrong when you treated me that way.”
“The only difference is that you might regret it, but I won’t. After all, there’s no reason for the victim to feel remorse just because the perpetrator is suffering.”
As he pulled Luo Muqi away, Mo Xuan paused briefly beside Mo Yingying and said, “Maybe I’ll return someday. I’d like to see how your story ends.”
Mo Yingying turned her head, about to say something, but when she met Luo Muqi’s threatening gaze, she didn’t dare utter a word. It wasn’t just because of the Luo Family’s status. Though this was her first formal encounter with Luo Muqi, she couldn’t shake the feeling that… there was something off about her.
Luo Muqi’s mood was terrible, absolutely terrible. But with Mo Xuan around, she couldn’t let her cruel side show.
Sensing Luo Muqi’s unhappiness, Mo Xuan gently kissed her cheek and said somewhat sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she’d come.”
The cold touch seemed to melt the ice in Luo Muqi’s heart, clearing away the gloom in an instant.
Mo Xuan’s every move seemed to sway her emotions. With just a light kiss, Luo Muqi forgot everything that had just happened, smiling sweetly as she clung tighter to Mo Xuan’s arm.
Truth be told… the sisters were easy to appease, but only if it was Mo Xuan doing the appeasing…
Despite the falling snow, the amusement park was still open. However, Luo Muqi didn’t seem interested in any of the rides, content to just wander around with Mo Xuan.
“Weren’t you here to have fun?” Mo Xuan asked with a helpless smile. “Some rides might be closed because of the snow, but there are others. What do you want to do? I’ll take you.”
“No, I just want to keep walking with you like this!” Luo Muqi said happily. “Don’t you remember? There was a time when I wanted to sneak out and begged you to take me with you, but you refused because my sister told you it wasn’t appropriate for us to go out often.”
“But you couldn’t resist my crying and secretly took me out. We only went to a small park near where we used to live.”
Mo Xuan remembered that place, though by the time he was in college, it had been turned into a department store.
It used to have some simple play equipment, but over time, it seemed to have fallen into disuse.
“Back then, we ran out without any money, and you just held my hand, just like this.”
Hearing Luo Muqi’s words, Mo Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle. It was amusing to think about—a young lady from the Luo Family and the youngest son of the Mo Family, though not as prominent as the Luo Family, but still part of a wealthy household.
Back then, they didn’t have a single penny in their pockets, wandering around the park and just watching others play.
“It was kind of fun, actually…” Mo Xuan couldn’t help but laugh. “So, I’m guessing we got scolded by Shiya when we got back?”
“No, because Uncle Zheng caught us and brought us back before we could even stay long,” Luo Muqi said, her gaze fixed on the carousel in the distance. “Brother, I want to go see that.”
“…Shouldn’t we ride it instead?”
“No, I just want to watch. I don’t want to ride it, especially not the carousel.”
Hearing this, Mo Xuan looked at her curiously. When their eyes met, Luo Muqi’s seemed to shimmer with unshed tears.
“I’ve heard this old saying before: the carousel is a cruel game. You chase each other but can never catch up.”
“Brother, that’s how I felt about you during that time…”
She remembered him, but Mo Xuan didn’t remember her. She had gone to find him once, but Mo Xuan didn’t recognize her.
When Mo Xuan was in high school, Luo Muqi couldn’t bear her longing for him and went to his school to see him. But they passed each other by, and Mo Xuan’s gaze never lingered on her.
He didn’t even glance back, as if she were just another stranger.
Mo Xuan looked at Luo Muqi, then suddenly took her hand and ran toward the carousel, buying two tickets and leading her inside. Luo Muqi was momentarily stunned, unsure of what he was doing.
Mo Xuan helped her onto one of the horses and stood beside her, looking up with a smile. “So, I don’t need a horse. As long as I’m by your side, there’s no need to chase, right?”
Luo Muqi stared at Mo Xuan, and for a moment, she felt as if she were seeing the boy from her past again, the one who always smiled at her.
Even though he had lost his memories, he was still the same, even his gaze unchanged.
But as the sweet, innocent memories overlapped with the man before her, Luo Muqi was no longer the girl she used to be. Now, hearing Mo Xuan’s words only deepened her obsession, her illness.
Grasping the carousel’s handle, Luo Muqi leaned down and kissed Mo Xuan deeply.
Well, aside from feeling a bit dizzy, everything else was fine, Mo Xuan thought to himself…
Mo Yingying returned to the company, only to have her secretary rush over in a panic, gasping, “It’s bad! Jiang Sifeng has transferred all the liquid assets from the accounts and run away!”
“What?”
Mo Yingying felt the world spin. That sickly man—she had planned to deal with him, but with everything happening at home recently, she hadn’t kept an eye on him!
“How did he do it? What were the finance department doing?”
“He… he brought a document signed by the CEO, so finance…”
The secretary handed her the document, and indeed, it bore her mother’s signature. But Mo Yingying, who prided herself on her calligraphy, noticed subtle differences in the details. If you hadn’t studied it closely, you wouldn’t have spotted the discrepancies.
“Mom, what kind of monster have you been keeping by your side?”
Mo Yingying broke down in tears. The company was already in turmoil, and the liquid assets weren’t substantial—just over ten million, which had to cover employee salaries and support a batch of jewelry production.
“Have you called the police?”
Mo Yingying’s mind cleared somewhat as she grabbed the secretary and demanded answers. The secretary quickly replied, “We’ve already alerted the police. Don’t worry, it’ll be fine…”
At that moment, Mo Yingying suddenly understood why Mo Xuan was so cold and decisive now.
If she could, she’d walk away from it all!
“I can’t handle this anymore, I just can’t…” Mo Yingying thought about the chaos at Mo Corporation that she still had to deal with, and her eyes grew distant. “Contact the CEO. Let her handle the mess she’s made…”
Back at the amusement park, Luo Muqi held a candied hawthorn stick that Mo Xuan had bought for her.
“I stood under the scorching sun, just to hold an umbrella for you…”
Luo Muqi happily hummed “Amusement Park” as she ate, with Mo Xuan following close behind. Every time she turned around, she could see him smiling at her.
The carousel might be a game of endless pursuit, but Luo Muqi had already reached out and caught her light.
As for the method, it didn’t matter. Not at all.
“Brother, I don’t want to play anymore…” Luo Muqi suddenly stopped and turned to Mo Xuan. “Let’s go somewhere else?”
“Sure, anywhere you want.”
“Then… how about a hotel?”
Mo Xuan: “…”
Maybe he’d agreed a bit too hastily…

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