Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

Chapter 1320 Persuasion

"Fu Yanchen, I'm telling you, if you want to see me, it's just a matter of making a phone call. Look at you, you have to make such a big scene, as if you are going to do something earth-shattering."

Mo Shaoqing raised his chin slightly, the cynical smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to be engraved on his face, and his eyes were full of disdain for everything around him.

He put his hands casually in his trouser pockets and stood loosely, as if all the rules and etiquette in the world were nothing more than shackles that bound others in his eyes and had nothing to do with him, Mo Shaoqing.

At this moment, Mo Shaoqing stood in the center of Fu Yanchen's office, and he seemed to ignore everything around him.

His eyes seemed to be under a spell, always wandering on the luxurious decoration of the office, and he refused to even look at the sofa.

On the soft sofa sat an old man, Mr. Mo. His face was ashen, as if he had been blasted by the cold wind in winter and was completely frozen. Every inch of his skin exuded a chilling coldness.

His hands were tightly gripping the armrests of the sofa, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his body was trembling slightly with anger.

"Mr. Mo," Fu Yanchen crossed his arms in front of his chest, his mouth slightly raised, his words full of teasing, "I spent a lot of effort to find the person you have been thinking about. Look, he is standing in front of you intact. Now, you can take him back and discipline him well. I have to remind you that you have to keep a close eye on him. If he dares to cause trouble for Xiaoxiao next time, don't blame me for being rude. I will not let him get away so easily, and I will make sure he never comes back."

When Fu Yanchen said this, there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, as if he would really attack without hesitation if Mo Shaoqing did it again.

Old Mo suppressed his anger and slowly stood up. His eyes showed both anger at Mo Shaoqing's incompetence and fear of Fu Yanchen.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Mr. Fu, thank you for your trouble. I will discipline this rebellious son and will not let him do anything offensive again."

After saying that, Mr. Mo glared at Mo Shaoqing with eyes full of anger, as if warning him that he would be in trouble when he returned.

Mo Shaoqing felt the knife-like gaze of Mr. Mo, but he still shrugged nonchalantly, with the smile on his face not diminished at all.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards Mr. Mo, muttering softly, "It's just looking for that girl, why is there such a big fuss?"

Fu Yanchen looked at Mo Shaoqing's carefree appearance, frowned slightly, and felt even more unhappy. He said coldly: "Mo Shaoqing, you'd better restrain yourself. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because Old Mo is protecting you. If I find out that you are entangled with Xiaoxiao again, I will not show mercy."

Mo Shaoqing walked to Old Mo, tilted his head to glance at Fu Yanchen, and said nonchalantly: "Okay, okay, it's just a girl, is it fun to make such a big fuss?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Mo nodded slightly, and a complex look flashed in his eyes that had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

He raised his hand slightly, signaling the well-trained bodyguard beside him to come forward.

The two bodyguards were burly and as steady as mountains. They quickly and forcefully restrained Mo Shaoqing, their movements revealing an irresistible majesty.

"Let me go! Get out of here!"

Mo Shaoqing was

Pressed tightly, his body twisted violently and his hands waved continuously, trying to break free from the power that imprisoned him.

His face was covered in sweat, his hair was messy and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were wide open, and there was a flame of unwillingness and anger burning in his eyes.

"Father!" Mo Shaoqing shouted, his voice becoming hoarse with anger. "I am a free man, how can I let you manipulate me like this? Do you think I will obey your arrangements obediently, like a docile lamb? No, I won't! I want to break free from your restraints, like an eagle longing to soar into the sky, unwilling to be imprisoned in this small cage."

His chest heaved violently, and every word he spoke seemed to take up all his strength.

"I am not an ignorant child. I don't need you to watch over me every day! The established path you have paved for me is nothing but a soulless dead end. I have my own ideas and pursuits. I want to pursue my own sea of ​​stars, instead of numbly moving forward on the track you have set for me."

Mo Shaoqing's words were like sharp arrows, each word was sonorous, carrying with it the dissatisfaction and resentment that had been pent up in his heart for a long time, pouring out all at once.

His voice echoed in the room, as if it could break through the thick walls and let the whole world hear his inner cry.

He thought back to all these years when his father had always made decision after decision for him in the name of "for his own good", depriving him of the right to choose and the opportunity to grow up freely.

Every time he resisted, he was ruthlessly suppressed by his father. He could only bury the pain and unwillingness silently in his heart.

But today, he couldn't bear it anymore, he wanted to release it all, even if he had to face his father's wrath and even more severe punishment.

Mo Shaoqing's body was trembling slightly with excitement, and his eyes revealed a determination, as if telling everyone that he would never give in or back down again.

He bit his lips so hard that bloody marks appeared on them, as if he wanted to use the pain to remind himself to stick to his beliefs.

The two bodyguards were a little overwhelmed by his struggle and roar, and their hands unconsciously loosened a little, but soon under the stern gaze of his father, they held him tightly again.

Old Mo frowned, feeling mixed emotions as he looked at his stubborn and unruly son.

"Take him away!"

Finally, Mr. Mo could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He let out a roar like thunder and slammed the cane in his hand heavily on the floor, making a dull and powerful sound, as if he wanted to pour all his resentment into this blow.

"Young Master, I'm sorry." The bodyguards looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and stepped forward together. Although their actions were not rough, they held Mo Shaoqing's arms with irresistible force, making him unable to move.

Old Mo had a gloomy face, which looked as if water could drip out of it. He greeted Fu Yanchen as a farewell, and then took a group of people and forcibly dragged Mo Shaoqing out of the building.

Outside the building, the lights are bright, but they cannot illuminate the gloom in Mo Lao's heart at the moment.

On the car going to the airport, the narrow space seemed to be tightly squeezed by an invisible heavy force, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it made people breathless.

There was a thin layer of mist on the car windows, making the rapidly receding street scene outside the window blurry, as if it was also becoming chaotic in this depressing atmosphere.

The air in the car seemed to be frozen, and every breath seemed to be pulling the taut string.

Mo Shaoqing sat on the seat, leaning forward slightly, holding the corner of his clothes tightly with both hands, but he did not give up.

His eyes flashed with unwillingness and stubbornness. He argued with reason, and his voice was filled with unwillingness and stubbornness. The voice was particularly clear in the silent car, and even trembled a little:

"Father, why? Why do you always control me like this? I am like a bird locked in a cage by you. You thought you gave me a seemingly free sky, but in fact you restricted my flying direction everywhere."

"Father, you clearly didn't object to my contact with Xu Xiaoxiao before. At that time, every time I mentioned Xu Xiaoxiao, you seemed to be happy to see it happen. You would show that encouraging smile on your face, and from time to time you would ask me how I was getting along with her and give me advice."

"I still remember one time, I was so happy about a small gesture by Xu Xiaoxiao. When I shared it with you, you even joked that I should seize the opportunity. But then everything changed. You...changed your mind, as fast as changing your face."

"Rebellious son, don't you know that she... is married? She has a child."

"So what? This marriage is not something she can control. We all know that it was Fu Yanchen who took advantage of her amnesia to get her pregnant. Now, she has finally broken free from the shackles of marriage. She and Fu Yanchen have divorced and are strangers. The relationship between them has long been shattered, just like a broken mirror that can never be restored."

Old Mo sighed, this kid, why doesn't he understand.

"Father, I know her preferences and every little habit of hers. Why can't I take her place and become her new support? I have enough ability to protect her and give her a warm harbor so that she will never be hurt again."

His voice echoed in the car, but no one responded.

Mr. Mo closed his eyes and rested, as if he was deaf to all this, but his heart was in turmoil.

Mo Shaoqing's feelings for Xu Xiaoxiao are no joke, but family responsibilities, Fu Yanchen's threats, and the complicated past make it difficult for him to give in easily.

Deep in Mo Shaoqing's heart, there is a heart that longs to fly, a free soul that cannot be imprisoned by any shackles.

As the elder of the family and the father of the child, how could he watch Mo Shaoqing go further and further down this path?

Old Mo slowly opened his eyes that had been shaped by the years. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, yet revealed a bit of helplessness as if he was disappointed in his friend.

He turned his head and glanced coldly at Mo Shaoqing, who was still looking resentful. That look seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and reach the depths of their souls.

"You, you... why don't you understand!" Mr. Mo's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable majesty.

His eyes widened with anger, "Why did I give birth to such a brainless son like you!"

The sound seemed to break through the car window, venting his inner anger.

Mr. Mo took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down a little, but his words were still full of regret: "Do you think that love in this world can be done as you please, regardless of everything?"

His eyes revealed endless worry, and his brows were tightly furrowed as if twisted into a knot.

"Relationships in this world are not that simple. You can't be together just because you like someone, and you can't do whatever you want!"

He paced back and forth, becoming more and more agitated, and continued in a louder voice: "You messed with Fu Yanchen, and you don't even know how you died in the end!"

Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the air hard.

When Fu Yanchen's name came out of his mouth, there was a hint of fear and awe.

Mr. Mo is well aware of Fu Yanchen's power and methods. He is a man who can make things happen in both the business world and the underworld. He is ruthless and cruel. To offend him is like standing on the edge of a cliff and you may be crushed to pieces at any time.

Mr. Mo stopped, turned around, and stared at his son with a look of anger and worry.

He thought of his son's blindness and impulsiveness during this period, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

The son is wavering between emotion and reason, like a child lost in the fog. He only sees the beauty of love but ignores the huge crisis hidden behind it.

"Son, you are so confused!"

There was a hint of pleading in Mo Lao's voice, "Fu Yanchen is not an ordinary person. His power is intertwined and we can't compete with him at all. For the so-called love, you go to provoke him at all costs. Isn't this courting death? Have you ever thought about the future of our entire family? Have you ever thought about what kind of disaster your actions will bring to us?"

He put his hands on his son's shoulders and said earnestly, "You have to be rational when it comes to emotional matters. You can't let a momentary impulse get the better of you and do something that you'll regret for the rest of your life. Listen to your dad, stay away from Xu Xiaoxiao, live your life well, and don't be stubborn anymore."

He could pour all his wisdom and experience into Mo Shaoqing's mind, allowing him to understand the complexity and dangers of this world.

"Do you think you'll have a chance now that Xu Xiaoxiao is divorced? How naive!"

Every word that Mr. Mo said was like a heavy hammer, hitting Mo Shaoqing's heart hard.

He continued, his tone not only full of sarcasm and disdain, but also a hint of disappointment.

"Who is Fu Yanchen? He is not the kind of person who is indecisive and gives up easily. He is very skilled in business and has ruthless means, and his network of contacts is even more complicated. The weight of Xu Xiaoxiao in his heart is far beyond your imagination. Look at how many crazy things he has done for Xu Xiaoxiao. That is a manifestation of his deep love for her."

Old Mo continued, "If you continue to be so stubborn, you will get into trouble sooner or later. Once Fu Yanchen gets angry, the entire Mo family may be turned upside down by him. By then, the family's reputation will be ruined, countless people will be displaced, and the family's years of hard work will be wasted. By then, no one can save you!"

When Mo Shaoqing heard this, his face turned pale and blue, as if he had been slapped hard in the face.

His body trembled slightly, and he opened his mouth, wanting to refute what Mr. Mo said and defend his feelings for Xu Xiaoxiao.

Every frown and smile of Xu Xiaoxiao was deeply imprinted in his mind, making him unable to forget.

When he wanted to speak, he found himself speechless.

Every word that Mr. Mo said was not groundless, and he had also heard about Fu Yanchen's power and methods.

He knew in his heart that compared with Fu Yanchen, he was like an ant trying to shake a tree and had no chance of winning at all.

But the obsession in his heart was like an invisible rope, tightly strangling his heart, making it difficult for him to give up his feelings for Xu Xiaoxiao.

Xu Xiaoxiao's figure kept appearing in his mind. Her gentle smile and bright eyes made his heart seem as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

He knew that what he did might bring disaster to the family, but he just couldn't control his emotions.

He silently asked himself in his heart: Do I really have to give up? Giving up the person he had loved for so long, he fell into deep pain and entanglement.

The atmosphere in the car became increasingly tense, as if even the air had frozen. Only the sound of the wheels rolling forward told of the irreconcilable contradiction and conflict between father and son.