"She did this only because she was afraid that the relationship between you two would become strained, and you wouldn't be able to be together in the future."
"Also, after we went back that day, my sister was completely distraught. She didn't say a word. It was the first time I'd ever seen her so sad."
"By the way, Brother-in-law, that Sun Yurou is from the Sun family in Chenghai. He wants some jade pendant from your body. He's really stupid, actually being played for a fool by a woman. He's simply an idiot!"
Upon hearing Mo Jialong's words, Chen Mo glanced at him and asked, "Is this not a decision made by your Mo family?"
Mo Jialong's expression faltered, "Brother-in-law, are we that stupid? We're not like that idiot Mo Jialiang."
"He was infatuated by a woman, and that woman isn't even an important figure in the Sun family of Chenghai."
Chen Mo asked, "What if she were an important figure?"
"Even then, we wouldn't be interested. Compared to you, Brother-in-law, they're just trash."
Mo Jialong's answer made Chen Mo smile helplessly.
"Brother-in-law, please don't be angry with my sister anymore. She's cried several times by herself, really." Mo Jialong tugged at Chen Mo's sleeve.
Chen Mo was surprised that Mo Jialong, with his temperament, would speak so humbly to him for his sister's sake.
"I understand." Chen Mo knew Mo Jialong wouldn't lie to him, so he nodded.
"Really?" Mo Jialong's eyes widened.
"Mm."
Upon hearing Chen Mo's agreement, Mo Jialong was so excited he almost jumped. "Brother-in-law, if my sister knew about this, she'd be extremely happy!"
Saying this, Mo Jialong got up and walked quickly towards Mo Xiaojing.
Chen Mo didn't stop him and continued to sip his cocktail.
From a distance, Mo Xiaojing looked towards Chen Mo after Mo Jialong whispered a few words to her.
"Ah!"
However, at this moment.
A man's piercing scream suddenly echoed through the banquet hall!
Instantly, the banquet, which had not yet officially begun, fell silent.
Everyone's gaze followed the direction of the sound.
Soon, they saw a man wearing a mask collapse on the ground, his hands incessantly scratching his face as if trying to tear his skin apart.
The sudden turn of events made Chen Mo frown slightly. He got up and walked over.
After all, this was his seventh sister's banquet, and he couldn't let anything happen.
However, when Chen Mo reached the man's side, he was shocked to discover that the person lying on the ground was none other than 'Pianqian!' whom he had met for the third time that day!
Zheng Qian had not wanted to come, but he couldn't resist his father's request. In the end, he had no choice but to wear a mask to the banquet.
He dared not show his true face, as his face was currently swollen beyond recognition.
Chen Mo knew at a glance that the hundred slaps were definitely not finished.
He had done something when he had slapped the other party's head before, and those hundred slaps were the antidote.
"Mr. Zheng, what's wrong with this person? He's wearing a mask and keeps scratching his face."
"Who knows, maybe he's some lunatic, right?"
"How did this kind of person get in? Look at his face, he's about to scratch it open. How disgusting will that look?"
"Exactly, go notify security and kick this person out."
Beside them, many people were already discussing.
But just then, the man's mask was completely pulled off, revealing his face.
"Holy crap, isn't that Young Master Zheng?" Someone recognized him at a glance.
"Mr. Zheng, isn't that your son?!"
Beside Chen Mo, a middle-aged man exclaimed in shock.
The Mr. Zheng who had just called the man a lunatic immediately looked at Zheng Qian in shock.
"Son! You, what's wrong with you?!" Zheng Wenchang finally reacted and rushed towards Zheng Qian.
"Dad, I feel uncomfortable, I feel so uncomfortable. It's so itchy, my face is so itchy." Zheng Qian kept scratching his face.
"Don't scratch, son, you're going to ruin your face!" Zheng Wenchang quickly grabbed Zheng Qian's hands.
"Doctor, quickly go get a doctor." At the same time, Zheng Wenchang shouted to those around him.
At this moment, Chen Mo stepped forward, "I am the doctor."
Zheng Wenchang quickly looked at Chen Mo, "You're a doctor? Quickly, save my son! I, Zheng, will surely reward you handsomely!"
Chen Mo's lips curved into an arc, and he looked at Zheng Wenchang, saying, "Mr. Zheng, your son's illness is very easy to treat."
"Easy to treat? Then why aren't you quickly saving my son!" Zheng Wenchang looked at Chen Mo doubtfully.
Chen Mo pointed at Zheng Qian and said, "I can't save him. You have to save him yourself."
"How do I save him?" Zheng Wenchang asked.
"Slap him a hundred times, not a single one less. After you're done, he'll naturally be cured," Chen Mo said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Wenchang's face immediately darkened, "Kid, are you messing with me?"
"How could I dare? You are Mr. Zheng, I am just a small doctor. Believe it or not, but if you don't slap him, your son's face might be ruined," Chen Mo replied mockingly.
Zheng Wenchang fell silent.
"Dad, I feel so uncomfortable!" Zheng Qian cried out again at this moment.
He was already losing consciousness, feeling as if millions of ants were biting his face.
"Slap!"
After a moment of consideration, Zheng Wenchang still slapped Zheng Qian across the face.
"Ah!"
Zheng Qian let out a scream.
"Son, how are you?" Zheng Wenchang quickly asked.
If his son said it hurt, he would have decided to teach that doctor a lesson.
"Good, so good!"
However, to Zheng Wenchang's astonishment, Zheng Qian suddenly exclaimed!
"Good?" Zheng Wenchang was completely bewildered.
"No, I'm starting to itch again, my face can't take it anymore!" Soon, Zheng Qian began to cry out in pain again.
Hearing this, Zheng Wenchang didn't dare to hold back any longer. He raised his hand and slapped Zheng Qian across the face again.
"Slap, slap, slap!"
Zheng Wenchang delivered three consecutive slaps, and Zheng Qian's consciousness gradually returned.
Other than the burning pain on his face, he felt no other sensation.
Zheng Wenchang didn't dare to stop and continued to slap, constantly counting the slaps.
However, the scene before them stunned everyone around.
They had never expected such a method of treating illness.
After hitting for a while, Zheng Wenchang found his hand was almost swollen, so he had to switch to his other hand.
Although Zheng Qian's face was no longer itchy, his cheeks were beaten beyond recognition.
Blood flowed from his nose, his cheeks were swollen high, and even the corners of his mouth were split open.
Seeing this, Zheng Wenchang looked on with heartache.
But he had no choice. A swollen face could recover, but if the face was scratched open, he would probably need plastic surgery!
After an unknown amount of time, the hundred slaps finally ended.
However, Zheng Qian had already turned into a pig's head, a sight that made many people unable to help but chuckle.