CHAPTER 692: CHAPTER 694:

Mr. Mo was getting older.

Recently, he had turned 70, an age when many would opt to retire.

Yet, Mr. Mo kept pushing on because Mo Shu was pregnant, and Mo Jiantao was disappointing, which made it impossible for Mr. Mo to enjoy his later years peacefully.

Qin Yuan had always thought that the family inheritance would definitely be left to Mo Shu, seeing that Mo Jiantao seemed incapable of upholding the Mo Family’s legacy with his behaviors and manners.

But based on what Mo Shu was saying now, it seemed... that the elder had already prepared to give the property to Mo Jiantao!

Qin Yuan looked at Mo Shu’s expression, it didn’t look like she was joking...

Mo Shu caressed her stomach, appearing somewhat forlorn, and said, "Before he returns, try to cheer up a bit, Grandpa was already in a bad mood, your crying and weeping make everyone more depressed, why bother?"

Hearing this, Qin Yuan’s tears fell again, "I don’t want to cry either, but your father is my husband, the man beside me in bed, how could I not be worried! I’m not as cold-hearted as you!"

Mo Shu gave her a deep look, tugged at her lip, "You should also consider whose daughter I am."

Whose daughter?

Sha Ling’s daughter!

A hint of resentment flashed in Qin Yuan’s eyes, but she quickly lowered her eyelids.

Mo Shu said, "Would you mind if I come in and sit for a while?"

Qin Yuan was surprised, "Now?"

"Yes, I’ve never been inside your room," Mo Shu smiled slightly, with a bitter touch, "It’s been almost sixteen years."

Qin Yuan and Mo Jiantao had been married for almost 16 years.

Over the years, Qin Yuan had indeed loved him.

Qin Yuan also felt somewhat melancholic and quickly let Mo Shu in.

After Mo Shu entered, she looked around and found the room full of traces of Qin Yuan’s life, whereas Mo Jiantao’s belongings were few.

Back then, this room had also been occupied by Sha Ling.

Mo Shu clearly remembered, when Sha Ling lived there, the room was filled with many flowers.

Sha Ling loved flowers and always carried the scent of gardenias, which was very pleasant.

Sha Ling liked various artistic crafts like colored pottery or paper cutting, which were arranged in the room. Without Sha Ling, the room lacked the dreamy and romantic vibe but had a very comfortable feel.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a view over a small lawn, with a uniquely beautiful scenery.

In the past, there were jasmine flowers that Sha Ling had planted in the small yard.

And between the two jasmine plants, underneath the soil, Mo Shu had once buried a box.

Now, the jasmine flowers were gone, replaced by succulents.

It was evidently planted by Qin Yuan, along with colorful pottery figurines and pebbles scattered around.

Mo Shu remembered burying the box very deep. She glanced at the flower bed and suddenly said, "Ji Nan."

Ji Nan quickly came forward, "Here."

"Call the gardener over, dig up these plants."

Qin Yuan was startled and said, "Mo Shu, what are you doing?"

"I had buried a box here," Mo Shu smiled lightly, "Now, I want to take it back."

Qin Yuan was taken aback, "What box, I’ve never seen it."

"That’s normal, because I buried it very deep," Mo Shu side-eyed with a curve to her gaze, "You haven’t changed the soil in years, have you?"

Qin Yuan shook her head.

She had thought about filling up the yard, but Mo Jiantao insisted on keeping some greenery, saying it was better for the mood to see some green.

Thus, Qin Yuan had no choice but to have the plants Sha Ling left dug up and replaced with her own.