mesbooks Chapter 1208 Xingyu's Wish: I'm thinking about you before I die
Chapter 1208 Xingyu's Wish: I'm thinking about you before I die
For a moment, the air in the private room seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, staring intently at Lin Junze's hands.
At this time, Gu Mingcheng sat aside, his expression as calm as water. He never revealed the deep meaning behind this mysterious move from beginning to end. He was like an unfathomable chess player, quietly waiting for the next development of the game.
It was not until Lin Junze slowly took his hand away, revealing the upward side, that Xiao Mo could not help but raise the smile at the corner of his mouth. The arc was even more difficult to suppress than the gun body of an AK47, and his eyes were full of pride.
On the other hand, the woman was like a punctured balloon, instantly deflated. She slumped in the chair, her face full of loss and unwillingness.
All of this was within Gu Mingcheng's calculations. At this moment, a barely perceptible cunning flashed in his eyes, like a cat that had stolen some fish.
Gu Mingcheng reached out slowly and opened the two urns one by one.
In the center of one of the urns, a photo of Lao Mo was printed neatly. The familiar face made people feel a chill in their hearts.
However, the picture printed in the middle of the other urn was not Gu Minghao as everyone expected, but Xiao Mo's photo.
At that moment, the smile on Xiao Mo's face froze instantly, as if suddenly covered by a layer of frost, and his eyes were full of disbelief and anger.
He could never have imagined that Gu Mingcheng would be so bold as to openly offend him.
Just when the anger in his heart was about to erupt like a volcano, Gu Mingcheng slowly raised his eyes, and his gaze was like a sharp knife, shooting straight at Xiao Mo.
This sharp look was like an invisible shackle, which instantly subsided Xiao Mo's anger. He could only suppress the rage in his heart and clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Seeing that Xiao Mo had calmed down for a while, Gu Mingcheng spoke calmly and laid out his plan: "I can't contact your mother, so I can only take this opportunity to arrange everything that can be arranged. Instead of asking her to make another trip, it's better to solve the problem once and for all while everyone is here."
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiao Mo and the woman's faces instantly changed into complex expressions, as if a color palette had been overturned, with all kinds of emotions intertwined.
The woman looked even more confused, and obviously had not yet fully realized the deep meaning of Gu Mingcheng's words.
After a moment, Gu Mingcheng paused and added, "I have carefully studied the process of death penalty review standards. At most, you only have less than two years left. Since Lao Mo arranged his property before he died, you should also arrange the whereabouts of these belongings while you are still alive."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Mo's face instantly became extremely ugly, turning blue and red, just like the gloomy sky washed by heavy rain.
He was so angry that his teeth were itching and he wanted to rush up to argue with Gu Mingcheng, but reason told him that he had no way to deal with the cunning man in front of him at the moment, so he could only swallow his anger.
Gu Mingcheng sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, looking relaxed, quietly watching the furious Xiao Mo without saying a word, like a patient hunter, waiting for his prey to gradually calm down.
In this silence, the woman next to him gradually came to her senses. A hint of greed and calculation flashed in her eyes, and she thought to herself: Once Lao Mo left, all the property would naturally fall into the hands of Xiao Mo.
All I have to do is to cleverly persuade him to transfer all his property to my daughter at this time...
Thinking of this, the corners of the woman's mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile. She felt that she had finally waited for this long-awaited day.
The subtle changes in the woman's emotions did not escape the eyes of the two men.
Seeing this, Gu Mingcheng showed his classic expression of watching a play, as if silently saying to Xiao Mo: "Look, you haven't died yet, but people are already eyeing your property. You should know clearly what to choose, right? Or rather, you have no other choice at all!"
At this moment, Xiao Mo's face suddenly turned as dark as ink, as if covered by a layer of frost.
His gaze was like a sharp blade, coldly sweeping across Gu Mingcheng and the woman in front of him, and then he slowly closed his eyes.
His chest heaved violently, and he tried to dispel the heavy depression in his heart by taking deep breaths, but the heaviness was like a thorn in his flesh and could not be dispelled.
Only now did he truly realize that he had ended up in a very lonely situation.
Gu Mingcheng's intention was obvious, he just wanted to take back the assets left to him by Lao Mo.
But Xiao Mo was filled with resentment. Why did he do that? He had taken away his father's identity and wanted to take away the assets left by his father?
Xiao Mo thought so and glanced at the woman beside him with contempt. It seemed even more ridiculous. How could it be her?
Even though he was in a state of confusion, Xiao Mo bit his lower lip tightly and didn't utter a single word. The other two people present also kept silent tacitly. For a moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Gu Mingcheng naturally understood Xiao Mo's thoughts, but he didn't care at all about how the other party speculated.
As for the remaining woman, in his eyes, she had already been blinded by the immediate interests and was not worth mentioning at all.
Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, the woman could no longer hold back and tried to break the deadlock: "Mr. Gu, your purpose today must be to return the urn to us. Now that the purpose has been achieved, let us discuss the rest among ourselves, is that ok with you?"
After hearing this, Gu Mingcheng just raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression remained unchanged.
Xiao Mo was so angry that his face turned blue. It had been so long, but this woman still couldn't figure out her own identity. It was really shameful!
He suppressed the rage that was about to explode, his throat felt like it was burning, he secretly adjusted his sitting position, a strong smell of gunpowder emanating from his whole body, and said coldly: "If I remember correctly, you divorced my dad a long time ago, right? After all, you are also an outsider!"
When the woman heard this, her eyebrows immediately raised, and she was furious: "I gave birth to two daughters for your father! Even if we are divorced, I am still the mother of his children. My two daughters should have a share of his assets. It is not your turn to decide alone!"
When talking about the two younger sisters who were much older than him, Xiao Mo raised his lips with a hint of sarcasm: "My father is already that old, how could he be the biological father of your daughter?"
These words were like lighting a powder keg. The woman instantly flew into a rage. In the past, Xiao Mo always used these words to humiliate her. Now, she could no longer bear it: "What do you mean by this?"
"The child you gave birth to has nothing to do with the Mo family, and you have nothing to do with the Mo family. Even if I have to throw those assets into the water, I will never give them to you and the bastard you gave birth to!" Xiao Mo's words became more and more fierce and merciless.
The two of them argued back and forth, their faces red and ears turned red, and the argument became unbearable.
Gu Mingcheng, on the other hand, was like a spectator who was not involved in the matter. He watched the farce with great interest, picked up the teacup leisurely and took a sip of tea, as if he was savoring a wonderful show.
Xiao Mo knew it clearly, and Gu Mingcheng knew it even more clearly. As far as the current situation was concerned, the two girls had no blood relationship with Lao Mo. If one really looked into it, the ins and outs would become quite interesting.
When the two of them had almost finished arguing, Gu Mingcheng slowly placed the urn on the turntable, and with a gentle turn, the urn stopped steadily in front of Xiao Mo. But Xiao Mo seemed to be under a spell, motionless, and neither of them wanted to take it away.
The woman stood there alone, her eyes red with grievance. How could she not feel aggrieved?
Thinking back to when they had not divorced, she and Lao Mo had lived a very harmonious life. Lao Mo was still strong in that aspect, but now he had ended up in such a situation, how could she not be sad.