Chapter 17 Let him kneel at the family ancestral hall entrance and admit his mistake! (Ch 17)

In the spacious living room of the Mo family villa, a conversation was taking place at this moment.

Everyone on the sofa looked heavy and nervous.

Mo Yingchen’s three sisters, Mo Bingning, Mo Yurou and Mo Xueer, all had different expressions on their faces.

Mo Bingning’s coldness and arrogance were particularly obvious at this moment.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes as sharp as knives, as if she was examining everyone.

Mo Yurou pouted slightly and tapped the armrest of the sofa with her fingers, revealing a hint of impatience.

Mo Xueer kept fiddling with her long hair with her fingers from time to time, and didn’t care about the reason why Mo Bingning suddenly gathered everyone together this time.

Mo Kui sat in the center with an indifferent expression, his hands folded on his knees, looking extremely majestic.

Stepmother Yue Ruyan sat aside with a smile on her face, but there was a hint of scheming in her eyes.

He would steal glances at Mo Kui from time to time, appearing extremely proud.

All the main members of the Mo family, except Mo Yingchen’s half-brother Mo Yingfeng who was attending college, were present.

Mo Kui’s tone was filled with displeasure, and he said slowly:

“Bingning, what’s the hurry? Your mom and I are on vacation, why are you so anxious for us to come back?”

Mo Bingning lowered her eyes slightly, and gently stroked the edge of the teacup with her fingers, with a hint of repression in her voice:

“My brother is gone, he won’t come back again.”

“What?” Mo Kui stood up suddenly, his face suddenly turned ugly, “What happened to Feng’er? Where did he go?”

Yue Ruyan immediately held Mo Kui’s hand and said with concern: “Hubby, don’t get excited.”

“It’s not Yingfeng.” Mo Bingning glanced at Yue Ruyan coldly and said word by word: “It’s Yingchen, your youngest son.”

Mo Kui’s expression suddenly relaxed, and he sat back on the sofa, waving his hand impatiently:

“Oh, that bastard, what’s wrong with him? He really brings trouble to the family.”

Yue Ruyan covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled, and said pretentiously: “Don’t say that, after all, she is our Mo family’s child, Bingning? What’s going on? Tell me.”

There are five children in the Mo family. Three daughters and Mo Yingchen are born to Mo Kui and his first wife.

At that time, there was a turmoil in the Mo family, which affected the entire Subei City. Mo Yingchen’s biological mother died in that turmoil.

The newborn Mo Yingchen was also lost at that time.

Then, Mo Kui’s lover at the time, Yue Ruyan, came to power and brought back Mo Kui and Yue Ruyan’s son, Mo Yingfeng.

Mo Bingning ignored Yue Ruyan and stared at her father.

The voice was icy but also a bit oppressive: “Father, have you ever been to Yingchen’s room in these years?”

“Why should I go to that boy’s room?” Mo Kui leaned on the sofa and knocked on the armrest impatiently.

Mo Bingning put down the teacup, her eyes sharp, “Father, do you know that my younger brother…has been living in the utility room under the stairs in the back hall?”

“Miscellaneous…what?” Mo Kui frowned, obviously not understanding what his eldest daughter meant.

“It’s the small compartment under the stairs where the servants keep their brooms.” Mo Bingning said word by word.

Mo Kui sat up straight abruptly. “Ridiculous! Who allowed him to live in a place like that? What does a housekeeper do for a living?”

Yue Ruyan’s face flashed with a trace of unnaturalness, and she hurriedly tried to smooth things over: “Ah, for a boy, it doesn’t matter where he lives… The poor conditions are also a test for him…”

Mo Bingning interrupted coldly, “Is this your attitude? No wonder Yingchen would…”

“Bing Ning!” Mo Kui shouted, “Watch your attitude.”

Mo Bingning didn’t stop talking.

“Practice? Why doesn’t Mo Yingfeng need practice?”

“From childhood to adulthood, why do we have to use the best of everything?”

“The room is the best, the food is the best, and the training resources are also the best?”

Mo Kui slammed the table.

“That’s enough. Can that loser Mo Yingchen compare to Xiao Feng?”

Don’t think I don’t know that he has awakened a rubbish E-level talent.”

“It’s such a waste of the family’s resources over the years!”

In fact, as the head of the Mo family, Mo Kui’s IQ is naturally not low.

When he heard Yue Ruyan say this, he already roughly understood what was going on.

But he didn’t want to bring it up here.

In front of the child, he still chose to uphold the dignity of Mistress Yue Ruyan.

Moreover, Mo Yingfeng is a well-known genius. Last year, he was admitted to Jingwu University, the highest institution of learning in Longguo.

To him, it really doesn’t matter what Mo Yingchen is like.

If no official personnel had discovered the blood relationship between Mo Yingchen and the Mo family.

It was widely reported by the media.

For all those years, except for the initial pretending, he didn’t even look for his youngest son.

……

Mo Bingning’s knuckles turned white as she pressed tightly on the teacup in front of her.

“Father, I went to the school to look for my younger brother, and he said that he has not received any resources at all in these years.”

The living room fell into an eerie silence.

Mo Kui frowned and turned his head to look at Yue Ruyan.

The smile on Yue Ruyan’s face froze for a moment, then she returned to her weak look.

“Hubby, I’m doing this all for the good of our little Feng.”

She stroked the loose hair on her forehead with her slender hands, her eyes flickering.

“Anyway, Xiaochen never used any family resources when he was in the orphanage, so his foundation is not good.”

“I thought, why not concentrate all resources on Xiaofeng.”

Yue Ruyan spoke softly, as if she was telling a trivial matter.

“You’ve seen how successful Xiaofeng is.”

Mo Bingning stood up suddenly, and the teacup made a crisp sound when she shook it.

“If you don’t give me resources, what about the family secrets? What about the monthly pocket money? You haven’t given me these either?”

Yue Ruyan’s expression finally became a little embarrassed.

“How can I remember these little things…”

Her voice began to weaken.

Mo Yurou, who had been silent for a long time, could no longer hold back.

She also didn’t expect that Mo Yingchen had not received any family support in all these years at home?

Look at it…was it done by Yue Ruyan?

This won’t do. If Yue Ruyan dares to attack Mo Yingchen today, she might attack her, Mo Yurou, tomorrow.

She sat gracefully on the leather sofa, tapping her fingers on the armrest.

“Aunt Yan, aren’t you too partial?”

Mo Yurou’s red lips curled slightly, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

“And you can actually say this kind of thing so confidently? Yu Rou admires you.”

Yue Ruyan’s face suddenly turned ugly.

Seeing the tense situation between the two, Mo Kui quickly put on a stern face and displayed his authority as the head of the Mo family.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

He sat up straight, with an unquestionable attitude.

“Didn’t the kid say he wouldn’t come back? He’s really brave. Is he going to sever ties with the family?”

Mokui sneered.

“Okay, I’ll see how long he can last.”

“When he can no longer hold on, make him kneel in front of the family ancestral hall and admit his mistake.”

Having said that, Mo Kui looked at Yue Ruyan meaningfully.

“Once you admit your mistakes, you are still a family, and you still have to give them the resources they deserve.”

Yue Ruyan nodded quickly, but a hint of pride flashed in her eyes.

Anyway, this loser Mo Yingchen has already awakened his E-level talent, so his life is definitely ruined.

There is no longer any threat to his son.

Whether he has resources or not, what good will it do to give him the resources?

Mo Bingning clenched her fists, turned around and strode out of the living room.

She found that such polite words were meaningless.

In this family, no one has ever really cared about Mo Yingchen’s life or death.

Even she, as an elder sister, only found out now that her younger brother lived in that kind of place.

Thinking of this, Mo Bingning felt an indescribable sense of guilt in her heart.

“Are you going to admit your mistakes? Or are you going to kneel down and admit your mistakes at the entrance of the ancestral hall?”

She thought of Mo Yingchen’s resolute attitude two days ago.

A sense of uneasiness rose in my heart.