Du Huili's face instantly turned red as she took in the sight of Chen Mo lying on the sofa.
As someone who had been through it, and as a mother, how could Du Huili not understand what the two of them were about to do?
"You, you carry on, I have other things to attend to."
Du Huili hurriedly turned her back and was about to leave the house.
"Sister Li!" Chen Mo quickly called out.
He took the opportunity to sit up from the sofa.
Hearing the sound, Du Huili paused her steps, but her face had already turned red all the way to her neck. She had no face to stay here any longer.
Ignoring Chen Mo, she fled the door as if escaping.
Chen Mo was speechless. He hadn't done anything yet, and he had intended to ask Du Huili to stay so he could extricate himself.
After all, he was genuinely afraid of losing control of his inner impulses and doing something he would regret.
However, Chen Mo hadn't expected Du Huili to leave without looking back.
Seeing this, Meng Zhuqing lay back into Chen Mo's embrace.
But Chen Mo had already regained his senses due to the interruption.
He put his arm around Meng Zhuqing and said, "Zhuqing, you're injured. Let's wait. We'll do this after your injury heals."
Meng Zhuqing looked a little unhappy.
Chen Mo quickly changed the subject and asked, "That Young Master Wu, what does his father do?"
Meng Zhuqing replied, "His father is the chairman of an investment group. Although it's not very large, his connections are very strong. They even hold shares in our auction house."
Chen Mo frowned slightly. This was the first time he had heard of Wu Zongcheng.
However, based on Meng Zhuqing's introduction, the other party's strength should be considerable.
Meng Zhuqing suddenly looked up, "Why don't we elope? Find a place where they can't find us, and then have children."
Chen Mo smiled, "There's no need for that. I'll handle this matter."
Meng Zhuqing looked a little confused but still said, "Although I know your relationship with the Mo family is unusual, Wu Zongcheng's son is dead, and he definitely won't let this go. You should come with me to a place where no one is."
Chen Mo shook his head.
He still had a promise to his ancestor to fulfill, and there was Meng Yao and Xiaojing, many friends he couldn't bear to leave, and his own sister.
It was impossible for him to leave now.
Seeing Chen Mo's resolute gaze, Meng Zhuqing didn't bring it up again.
After thinking for a moment, Meng Zhuqing said to Chen Mo, "I used to have an heirloom, but I lost it later. If it can be found, it can be sold for a lot of money. Perhaps we can find someone to mediate with Wu Zongcheng."
"Heirloom? Is it very valuable?" This piqued Chen Mo's interest.
"It's an ancient jade pendant. My mother left it to me. But once, when our house was burgled, that ancient jade disappeared." Meng Zhuqing's eyes reddened as she spoke.
"It's the only thing my mother left me."
Chen Mo patted Meng Zhuqing's back, offering her some comfort.
"Do you have any heirlooms?" Meng Zhuqing suddenly asked, looking at Chen Mo.
Hearing this, Chen Mo subconsciously nodded.
Chen Mo trusted Meng Zhuqing, and immediately said, "I'm an orphan. I've had an heirloom since I was young, which my family left for me."
"Is it something very valuable?" Meng Zhuqing asked again.
Chen Mo nodded, then shook his head, "Actually, whether it's valuable or not doesn't matter. It depends on the item's significance in one's heart. After all, some things cannot be measured by money."
"Can I see it?" Meng Zhuqing asked.
Chen Mo's expression faltered. He glanced at Meng Zhuqing.
As if being looked at by Chen Mo, Meng Zhuqing felt a little flustered. She quickly averted her gaze and replied, "I was just asking casually, I didn't mean anything else."
Chen Mo didn't mind. The reason he looked at Meng Zhuqing was because that item had already merged into his body, and even he couldn't see the jade pendant now.
What Chen Mo and Meng Zhuqing didn't know was.
Outside, it had already descended into chaos.
When the news of Young Master Wu's death reached Wu Zongcheng, he almost fainted.
He directly issued a harsh threat: whoever could take Chen Mo's life would be rewarded with one hundred million!
As soon as this was said, many people began to stir.
This news naturally reached Qin Yuyan's ears.
Especially when Qin Yuyan learned that Wu Zongcheng was offering one hundred million for her brother's life.
As his sister, she naturally wouldn't stand by and do nothing.
She directly announced that whoever took Wu Zongcheng's life would be rewarded with ten billion.
In just one hour, the entire underground forces of Huánán were in an uproar. Even Wu Zongcheng was greatly surprised when he learned that someone was offering ten billion for his life.
Wu Zongcheng's face was grim as he sat on the sofa.
This was a small, ordinary residential house.
Just half an hour ago, after the sky-high bounty was issued, Wu Zongcheng had quickly hidden here.
A middle-aged man, who was also Wu Zongcheng's most trusted subordinate, ran in in a panic.
"Boss, it's bad!" The middle-aged man's face was extremely panicked.
"What is it?" Wu Zongcheng asked.
The middle-aged man said hurriedly, "People are everywhere asking about you. Just now, I was buying water downstairs and saw many fierce-looking people holding your portrait and asking around."
"What?!" Wu Zongcheng stood up in shock.
"How could they know I'm hiding here?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't know either, but it seems they don't know our hiding place, otherwise they wouldn't be asking around."
Only then did Wu Zongcheng breathe a sigh of relief and slowly sit back on the sofa.
However, his expression remained very unpleasant.
Wu Zongcheng said grimly, "I just don't understand. I'm avenging my son, why is Qin Yuyan targeting me?"
The middle-aged man stood by the side, not daring to speak.
"This can't go on. I can't hide in this godforsaken place forever, can I? What about the company in the future? What about those shareholders?" Wu Zongcheng muttered to himself again.
Seeing that the middle-aged man beside him still didn't speak, Wu Zongcheng couldn't help but ask, "Old Luo, what do you think we should do about this matter?"
The middle-aged man responded awkwardly, "Boss, I, I don't know. How about, how about we beg Boss Qin for mercy?"
"What a joke! I, a man of integrity, beg a mere girl? Wouldn't that be a laughing stock if it got out!" Wu Zongcheng rebuked.
Then Wu Zongcheng asked again, "I ask you, is there any news about that person named Chen Mo?"
The middle-aged man shook his head again.
"Utterly useless! A bunch of trash! One hundred million, I don't believe I can't get rid of him with one hundred million!" Wu Zongcheng angrily kicked the coffee table.
He stood up and paced back and forth in the living room.