"Why did that woman ask you to come to me? You might as well just say it!"
Mo Wen had been sitting there with an unshakable posture. After listening to Yanbin's words, he was silent for a long time, and then he said: "I came to see Mr. Yan this time, not because of Madam's intention, but because I came on my own."
"Oh?" Yanbin looked at Mo Wen and raised his eyebrows, and the doubts in his heart deepened. He and he were not relatives, so why did he come to see her?
"I know it's a bit rude to interrupt for no reason," Mo Wen said again, "It's just...ever since the last conversation between Young Master Yan and Madam, Madam has been restless and worried that Young Master Yan will stay with Young Master Dongfang at any time.
Threatening the young master's life. I know that there are some... festivities between Mr. Yan and the madam, but the young master is really important to the madam, so please promise me not to do anything to harm the young master."
Yanbin felt that he had just heard a big joke. He sneered, but his expression became more and more ugly. He clenched his fists and his voice was cold: "Oh, it's a holiday? What do you know? Between us.
How can the hatred be expressed clearly in the word "celebration"? Of course I know that what she cares about most is her precious son, and I just want to hurt the person she cares about most!"
When Yanbin said this, his eyes became colder and colder, and his smile became a bit vicious: "Having trouble sleeping and eating? I haven't done anything yet, and she already has trouble sleeping and eating? Then if her son dies in the future, wouldn't she?
Will you cry even more?"
Yanbin paused, looked at Mo Wen's emotionless face, and raised his thin lips sarcastically: "What's more, what is your identity? You are just one of her concubines. What qualifications do you have to sit here?"
Are you saying these things to me here? What qualifications do you have to ask me to promise you anything?"
Yanbin's attitude at the moment and what he said made Mo Wen unhappy. Mo Wen's face darkened and he reprimanded in a deep voice: "Bin'er, I don't allow you to talk about your mother like that!"
Yanbin was startled, and his eyes widened in shock. Bin'er, Bin'er... In his distant memory, only his father had called him such a loving name. He still remembered that when he was young, he always liked to be in his father's arms. Every time his father
They all looked at him lovingly, then pointed to a photo and said, "Bin'er, this is mom..."
Yanbin stood up suddenly, his face gloomy and frightening: "I don't like people calling me that, and besides, I don't have a mother at all! If there's nothing else, I'll excuse you first."
After Yanbin finished speaking, he turned around and started to walk out. I don't know why, but he suddenly felt uneasy. Who is this Mo Qian? Why did he call himself that? And his tone just now was like that of a father.
Reprimand. And the way he looked at himself... No, his father was already dead. On the night when he was five years old, he saw his father being shot by the woman and then falling into the deep sea.
"Don't you want to know who I am?" Mo Wen had already stood up and called Yanbin from behind.
Yanbin paused, but Mo Wen spoke from behind again: "Actually, besides being the bodyguard beside Madam, I also have another identity. I used to be the leader of the Qinglong Gang, Yan Shaoting. Bin'er..."
Yanbin suddenly turned around, his pupils dilated infinitely, father?! He came back to his senses, clenched his fists tighter and tighter, and gritted his teeth with an angry look on his face: "Sure enough! It was that woman who asked you to come here? She taught you to say that, right?
?Hmph, you guys are so good, you actually thought of talking about my deceased father! Do you think saying this can make me give up the idea of revenge? Can you make me not deal with Dongfang Jinye? "
"Haha," Yanbin said this, his smile became more and more vicious, "It's a good thing you don't mention my father. Now, mentioning it will only remind me of what that woman did in the past, and it will only make me hate her even more.
That’s it!”
If he had known that Yanbin would react like this, Mo Wen sighed and continued slowly: "When you were a child, I once gave you a little Tibetan mastiff dog. Then one time, it accidentally bit you, and I was furious.
So he threw it to death. Because of this, you ignored me for a whole week. When you were a child, you were most afraid of thunder, and every time it thundered, I would hold you to sleep; when you were a child, you loved listening to me telling stories the most, and you loved hearing them the most.
The story is..."
"That's enough!" Yanbin gritted his teeth and interrupted him, his chest rising and falling violently, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"She doesn't know these things," Mo Wen said in a calm tone, "Only I, as a father, know that, Bin'er, I am the father!"
"You lied." Yanbin shook his head and backed away step by step. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. "My father was shot and killed by that cruel woman when I was five years old. I saw him shot with my own eyes.
The gun fell into the deep sea. What's more, I remember my father's appearance very clearly."
"That night," Mo Wen explained, "I was shot and fell into the deep sea, but escaped death. Since then, I have lived incognito and lived under another identity until now. The reason why I am different from before is because
I went to have plastic surgery.”
Yanbin finally believed it, but his face became even more gloomy: "In that case, why didn't you come to me? Instead, you ran to that woman and pretended to be a stranger when you met me?"
"Bin'er," Mo Wen said with a serious look on his face, "You have grown up and can make your own decisions. The former Yan Shaoting is dead, and now I am Mo Wen, my wife's loyal bodyguard.
I just want to stay by her side for the rest of my life and grow old with her. Maybe you think my father is weak and useless, but now you have a woman you love deeply, and I hope you can understand your father's mood."
"Understand?" Yanbin roared angrily, "Do you still have any backbone? Do you still have dignity? What did that woman do to us? Maybe you can forget it, but I will never forget it! Not only did she die
The Qinglong Gang wants to kill you and me! How could you forget all those things and then be willing to be a dog next to her?"
Yanbin's questions made Mo Wen change his face, but he quickly returned to normal and said calmly: "Because, I love her. Because I love her, I knew she was a policeman, but I still let myself fall into it passively, even
Forcing her to give birth to my child. Because I love her, even though I know she might do something detrimental to the gang, I still force her to meet with me."
Mo Wen paused, sighed deeply, and then said: "So, Bin'er, it was my father who was wrong, and it was his father who was too greedy. I brought that end to myself, and I can't blame anyone else.
The fact that I survived the catastrophe is the greatest forgiveness God has given me."