Mo Beichen lowered his eyes and looked at the fair and delicate palm pressing on his own. A gentle warmth spread from there. Xia Weilan was so close that her fair and lovely face was as distinct as if carved from jade. The pleasant fragrance of a woman wafted from her body, filling his nostrils. He took a deep breath, then turned his hand and held hers tightly. His gaze met hers and he asked, "So how are you going to repay me?"
The next second, a distinct smooching sound echoed in the car.
Xu Wei, who was driving, couldn't pretend not to notice even if he wanted to. He could only sit up straight, pretending not to know about the sickeningly sweet atmosphere between the two people in the back.
"Drive slower," Mo Beichen said, holding Xia Weilan in his arms. Sensing that the car had suddenly sped up uncontrollably, he couldn't help but look at Xu Wei, who was sitting upright.
"Yes," Xu Wei replied. It wasn't until the partition behind him was suddenly raised that he let out a sigh of relief.
He never expected that the usually taciturn General Manager Mo would be like this when getting along with the young mistress. How should he put it? Anyway, he seemed so ordinary, completely lacking in his usual dignity. Instead, he was like a young man just in love.
General Manager Mo was already 28 years old. Could it be that the reason for his bad temper in the company before was because he lacked a gentle wife like Xia Weilan?
Thinking like this, Xu Wei felt that he should also find someone. Like General Manager Mo before, he used to think that work was the most important thing. But now, he felt that finding a life partner was also crucial.
The General Manager Mo who used to make people work overtime at every turn was long gone.
The Spring Festival was the most festive holiday of the year.
On this morning, all the employees of the Xia Group were extremely excited.
It was only because of the great success of the jewelry sales this time that Xia Weilan had given each employee a generous year - end bonus.
In the board of directors, the directors were also beaming with joy.
"I thought there would be no hope for this year's dividend. Who would have thought..."
The rest of the sentence was self - evident.
All the shareholders had somewhat doubted Xia Weilan before. But when they held the real money in their hands, they felt truly at ease.
Second Master Xia didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
He took a look at his own dividend and then at Xia Weilan's.
The contrast made him want to vomit blood.
He should be happy that the company was developing well. But now the company no longer belonged to him. It was Xia Weilan's, and he was just a small shareholder.
This kind of gap was really tormenting.
Before, Second Master Xia had even asked someone to slander Xia Weilan at a press conference. But he was also struggling in his heart. He was worried that his shares would shrink, and at the same time, he was jealous that Xia Weilan had snatched so many of his shares.
This contradictory psychology was magnified infinitely today.
Second Master Xia thought that the company must not fall into Xia Weilan's hands. He must find a way to drive Xia Weilan out, or...
After distributing the dividends, Xia Weilan gave all the employees a holiday to celebrate the New Year. She herself put on a bright red dress and returned to the Xia family's old mansion first.
In the old mansion, there were several servants who hadn't gone home for the New Year. When they saw Xia Weilan appear, they all warmly greeted her:
"Why did you come here, Miss?"
Xia Weilan took out several big red envelopes from her bosom. "These are for you. For those who have already gone home, I will send the red envelopes directly to them. It's for good luck."
Steward Xu took the red envelopes and distributed them on behalf of Xia Weilan. For a moment, everyone's faces became even more radiant.
"Miss, you're going to have the reunion dinner at the Mo family's old mansion tonight, right? Don't be late. We'll guard this place for you," Steward Xu said to Xia Weilan. After all, they were already touched that Xia Weilan hadn't forgotten about them.
"Okay. I'll leave after staying for a while longer." Xia Weilan stayed and ate some food with them before walking out into the snowstorm.
"Miss is so kind to us. She's completely different from Miss Ruo Lin," a maid said, looking at Xia Weilan's back with red eyes.
"Yes. Miss is as kind - hearted as the old master. It's a pity that the old master passed away early. Otherwise, how lively this mansion would be now," another maid added.
The maid with red eyes flashed a complex look in her eyes. One day, she had heard Xia Ruo Lin on the phone, asking someone to stop the old master. And that day, the old master had passed away. Should she tell Miss Xia about this? Could it be that the old master was killed by Xia Ruo Lin?
Xia Weilan drove onto the road when she received a call from Mo Beichen, asking her to pick him up at the mall and then go to the Mo family's old mansion together.
The snow outside was light but dense, and visibility was low. So Xia Weilan drove very slowly.
They had no idea that a sedan had been following them all the way.
When Mo Beichen suddenly noticed something was wrong, the car behind suddenly rammed into them.
"Bang!" Xia Weilan felt her body jolt. Immediately afterwards, the car was rammed and headed straight for a tree by the roadside.
"Ah!"
"Be careful!" Mo Beichen instinctively protected Xia Weilan in his arms.
When Xia Weilan came to her senses, she immediately looked at Mo Beichen with concern. "Are you okay?"
Mo Beichen shook his head and forced a reassuring smile.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A masked man was hitting the car window with an iron rod.
Xia Weilan looked up and couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Mo Beichen's expression darkened. He suddenly pressed on Xia Weilan's shoulder and instructed, "Don't get out of the car."
With that, Mo Beichen got out of the car from the other side.
"Hubby..." Xia Weilan's throat tightened. Immediately, the sound of a fight came from outside. Xia Weilan looked up. The snow was swirling outside the car window, and the sound of the fight was getting farther and farther away. She had no idea what was going on.
Xia Weilan reached out and opened the car door. As soon as she got out, she ran in the direction of the sound.
The black - clothed man's skills were on par with Mo Beichen's. More importantly, he had a weapon in his hand.
As soon as the black - clothed man saw Xia Weilan come out, his eyes lit up. He immediately chased after Xia Weilan.
"Be careful!" Mo Beichen panicked. Seeing the stick the black - clothed man was about to smash down on Xia Weilan, he didn't even think and rushed over. He took a blow from the man forcefully. The next second, he reached out and punched the black - clothed man in the chest.
Both of them fell to the ground at the same time.
Mo Beichen was more seriously injured. There was a wound on his shoulder, and blood was flowing out continuously.
"Mo Beichen!" Xia Weilan called out his name.
The black - clothed man, seriously injured, took this opportunity to escape.
On the other side.
In the Mo family's old mansion, a table of delicious food had been prepared for a long time. At this moment, Old Master Mo, Mo Donglin, and Liu Yinyin were all sitting around the table. But they were still waiting for Mo Beichen and Xia Weilan.
"What's going on? On Chinese New Year's Eve, what could be more important than having the reunion dinner?" Liu Yinyin said in a sarcastic tone.
Mo Donglin also frowned. "Beichen is always punctual."
"Needless to say, it must be Xia Weilan who delayed the time. She has no sense of propriety at all," Liu Yinyin said sourly.
"Alright. I'll make a phone call to check. Maybe the snowstorm on the road is heavy and there's a traffic jam," Old Master Mo's words made the two of them shut up. But just then, Old Master Mo's phone rang.
Old Master Mo looked and saw that it was Xia Weilan calling.
Liu Yinyin craned her neck to take a look and said disdainfully, "It must be that Xia Weilan can't come."
Old Master Mo ignored Liu Yinyin. He pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear. "Weilan, where are you guys?"
"What did you say? Beichen is injured?" As soon as Old Master Mo's suddenly solemn voice fell, Liu Yinyin stood up in shock.
"What happened? What's going on?" Liu Yinyin looked at Old Master Mo, whose face was ugly after suddenly hanging up the phone, and asked anxiously.