"Come on, come on. Don't talk about this so loudly. Everyone in the company is laughing at you now," Xue Zhiqing said helplessly as he closed the office door.
"I don't care. You should quickly find a way to get Xia Weilan out of here. I don't ever want to see her again!" Xia Ruolin was so angry that her face turned green. She had been escorted out of Moying Group by the security guards right in front of everyone. She had lost all her face.
"Those who cannot endure small setbacks will never achieve great things. Calm down," Xue Zhiqing rolled his eyes and said, "It's not the right time yet. She's doing well in the design department. It won't be easy to get rid of her. We need to plan this carefully."
"Plan carefully? By the time you finish planning, the entire Xia Group will belong to Xia Weilan. If you can't do it, I'll find a way myself!" Xia Ruolin rolled her eyes and said rather willfully, "You're my father. If you won't stand up for me, I'll have to do it myself."
With these words, Xia Ruolin stormed out angrily.
Xue Zhiqing chased after her but only saw Xia Ruolin's disappearing back.
After Xia Ruolin got into the elevator, her face was filled with resentment.
It was Xia Weilan who had taken away her innocence, and it was also Xia Weilan who had always snatched things from her.
It was all Xia Weilan's fault.
After leaving the Xia Group, Xia Ruolin drove to Moying Group and waited outside. After thinking for a while, she dialed a number and said,
"As soon as Xia Weilan from Moying Group comes out, follow her. When you get to a secluded place, stop her and give her a good beating!"
After saying that, Xia Ruolin also sent a photo of Xia Weilan. Then she returned to the Xia family in a great mood.
In the evening, a black Maybach drove out of Moying Group's garage.
"Boss, is that the one?" a little thug asked the scar - faced man in the driver's seat.
The scar - faced man took a look and then at the information in his hand.
"You're so stupid. Xia Weilan's car is white. This one is black. It's not the right one."
On the other side, Mo Beichen drove Xia Weilan to the Mo family's old house.
First, Old Master Mo chatted with Xia Weilan for a few words, and then he took Mo Beichen to the study.
In the hall, Xia Weilan sat alone on the sofa. The maid came to refill her tea from time to time. Xia Weilan looked around at the retro decoration of the Mo family's hall. Her eyes finally landed on the fake flowers in the blue - and - white porcelain vase.
Normally, a family like the Mo family would never be short of real flowers. But strangely enough, there was a pot of fake flowers in the hall.
Seeing Xia Weilan staring blankly at the flowers, the maid quickly explained,
"Madam, this was arranged by Mrs. Mo herself. Since Mr. and Mrs. Mo are often away on archaeological expeditions and rarely come back, Mrs. Mo thought that if she arranged real flowers, they would wither by the next time they came back. So she replaced them with fake flowers to show her filial piety."
Hearing this, Xia Weilan understood. The Mr. and Mrs. Mo the maid mentioned were Mo Beichen's biological parents, both of whom were experts in the field of archaeology.
Xia Weilan couldn't help but walk up to the pot of flowers. She reached out and held a flower branch. Her expression was unclear, as if she was lost in memories.
Just then, a hasty figure rushed in. As soon as she entered, she said to the maid,
"Where's my bag? I left it here yesterday. Hurry up. I have to go to a banquet after I get it."
Liu Yinyin was in such a hurry that she didn't even notice Xia Weilan's presence. It wasn't until she took the bag from the maid and turned around to leave that she saw Xia Weilan standing in the corner.
Liu Yinyin stopped in her tracks. Her expression turned even colder. Suddenly, she said in a sarcastic tone,
"Be careful. Mrs. Mo hates people who don't know their place and touch her things."
Hearing this, Xia Weilan looked at Liu Yinyin's obviously strange face but didn't say a word.
In her heart, she remembered the scene from her previous life when she was scolded by Mo Beichen's mother.
Liu Yinyin sneered. Suddenly, she looked up in the direction of the study on the second floor. She turned around and asked the maid, "Is the third young master here too?"
"Yes, he's discussing something with Old Master Mo in the study," the maid replied politely.
Hearing this, Liu Yinyin's eyes lit up. She coughed to cover it up. Suddenly, she didn't really want to leave.
"Sister - in - law, don't you have something urgent to do?" Xia Weilan suddenly glanced at her indifferently.
"Yes, Mrs. Mo, aren't you..." the maid said in surprise.
"Stop being so nosy!" Liu Yinyin glared at the maid. She looked at the time. After thinking for a while, she walked out directly without even saying a polite word of farewell.
In her heart, Xia Weilan didn't deserve to be the third young mistress of the Mo family.
Xia Weilan no longer had the mood to look around. She walked back to the sofa, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and started to crack them.
Not long after, Mo Beichen and Old Master Xia walked downstairs one after the other.
The maid immediately arranged for dinner. After that, Old Master Xia told Mo Beichen to treat Xia Weilan well before letting them leave.
In the car, there was a brief moment of silence. Suddenly, Xia Weilan seemed to remember something and said,
"Husband, our school's anniversary is coming up in a few days. Will you go?"
Xia Weilan asked hopefully. In fact, she wanted Mo Beichen to see the short film she had shot. At that time, the school would invite some media, and the promotional video she had shot would be played on the big screen at the school gate.
Hearing this, Mo Beichen said indifferently, "I may have other arrangements at that time. Why?"
"Hehe, if you go, you'll be able to see the promotional video I shot." Since it was the first time Xia Weilan had shot something like this, she couldn't help but want the people she cared about to see it.
"Promotional video?" Mo Beichen's good - looking eyebrows twitched slightly. Suddenly, he lowered his voice, "I may not have the time."
"Oh." The excitement Xia Weilan had just felt was suddenly dampened. She immediately hung her head.
Mo Beichen observed her reaction through the rear - view mirror without showing it. For some reason, seeing her obvious disappointment made him a little happy.
This feeling was very complicated. Even Mo Beichen himself was surprised by his own emotions.
The 50th anniversary of University A was held on the weekend.
On this day, all the successful alumni were invited back to the campus, and some celebrities and entertainers were invited to perform songs and dances on the anniversary stage.
The entire campus of University A was full of activity. Reporters were constantly carrying their cameras back and forth to interview and film several entrepreneurs.
On the big screen at the school gate, the short film shot by Xia Weilan was playing on a loop, showing the charm and youthful vitality of the campus.
"Weilan," Ruili walked up to Xia Weilan and suggested, "Everyone is gathered in front of the stage waiting for the principal's speech. Why aren't you going in?"
Xia Weilan took another look at the big screen and said a little regretfully,
"Let's go then."
Ruili glanced at the big screen again and shook her head helplessly. She thought Xia Weilan's small - mindedness was a bit childish.
Xia Weilan and Ruili sat down in a seat in front of the stage.