Fake daughter, she refuses to admit defeat

Mo Chengxiong couldn't believe it: "Is that all?"

These things are too few.

Mo Changming didn't expect that this would not satisfy Mo Chengxiong's ambition, so he asked, "What else does Dad think Grandpa can offer now?"

Mo Chengxiong said, "Your grandfather still has an old house."

The Mo clan's heir must be him, but the Mo clan is heavily in debt, and all he gets is a pile of debts.

The only family property Mo Lao can use is the old house.

He asked someone to estimate that if the old house of the Mo family can be sold, it can be sold for tens of billions of dollars, which is enough to make up for the debt he owes.

Mo Changming didn't expect that his father even counted on his grandfather's old house.

"Father, you should know what the old house means to grandpa. He will definitely not give it to us easily."

Mo Chengxiong's eyes flashed: "If you don't try, how do you know your grandfather won't give it?"

He believes that the old man loves him, as long as he asks, the old man will definitely give it to him.

Mo Changming really wanted to tell his father that grandpa was just sick, not dementia.

If the Mo house fell into Mo Chengxiong's hands, the final fate would be to be sold.

If Mo Changming's guess is correct, the old house is now in the hands of Mo Sipei, and he will definitely be able to protect his grandfather's lifelong efforts.

Although Mo Changming didn't want to admit it.

Mo Changming knew that Mo Chengxiong would not be able to persuade him unless he hit a wall himself.

Mo Changming chuckled: "Since Dad is so confident, then you can ask Grandpa."

Mo Chengxiong was feeling a little irritable: "Tonight is your wedding night, go back to your room early to rest."

Mo Changming turned and left.

Mo Chengxiong watched his back disappear, and went back to the old house with his wife.

The housekeeper happened to be in the living room, and Mo Chengxiong asked, "Has the old man rested?"

"I just woke up and ate something, I should rest now."

"I'll go see him."

Just as the butler was about to stop him, Mo Chengxiong has already knocked on Mo Lao's door eagerly.

"Please come in."

Mo Chengxiong's old-fashioned voice came from inside, Mo Chengxiong pushed the door and went in.

Elder Mo was leaning against the bedside, holding a photo album in his hand, and was wiping it with a clean handkerchief, his eyes were full of longing.

"What is Dad doing?"

Mo Lao handed it to Mo Chengxiong: "Do you still remember this group photo?"

The picture shows a happy family of four.

It was none other than Mr. Mo, his mother, and his and Mo Sipei's father.

At that time, he and Mo Sipei's father were only teenagers, and the Mo family had not yet developed into a leading enterprise.

The relationship between their brothers is very good.

Mo Sipei's father had a gentle personality, so he was often bullied. Every time he was bullied at school, Mo Chengxiong would bring his younger brother to settle accounts with those gangsters.

When did their relationship sour?

Ever since his father started to use Mo Sipei's father again.

Mo Chengxiong felt that he had been neglected, he was not reconciled, he wanted to show himself in front of Mr. Mo.

But no matter how he behaved, Mr. Mo couldn't see his existence.

This made Mo Chengxiong feel frustrated, and hated his existence more and more.

But Mo Sipei's father's feelings towards him never changed.

Mo Chengxiong stared at the group photo for a long time before slowly opening his lips: "Of course I remember, this is the only group photo of our family of four, I didn't expect my father to keep it."

"Of course, that's the only way I won't forget your mother and my son."

Mo Chengxiong pursed his lips, and he didn't know how to speak.

Mr. Mo knew the truth of his death very well, no matter what he said, his father would think he was hypocritical.

Seeing Mo Chengxiong's avoidance, Mo Lao sighed softly, and put the photo on the bedside table, where he could see it when he turned his head.

He asked: "You came to me so late, you must have something to say?"

Mo Chengxiong nodded, and asked truthfully, "Father, I saw the gift you prepared for Changming's child."

"Is your future grandpa satisfied?"

"Of course I am satisfied. My father has always been considerate. I don't have to worry that their children will become idle playboys and ruin the Mo family's property."

Mo Lao looked at Mo Chengxiong with a half-smile.

Didn't he put himself in it when he said this?

After all, he is the one who ruined all the properties of the Mo family.

"Cough cough..."

Mo Lao started to cough again, and Mo Chengxiong immediately asked concerned: "Father, are you okay, do you need to drink water or take medicine?"

Mo Lao waved his hand: "No need."

He is not feeling well now, drinking water and taking medicine can only aggravate his discomfort.

Mo Chengxiong said worriedly: "Father, your current physical condition is too bad."

Old Mo chuckled: "Yes, I don't have a few days left to live, but seeing Chang Ming get married today, I think it's worth it."

At the end of the sentence, Mo Laoyu said earnestly: "Chengxiong, I know Changming's original intention of marrying Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan is a good girl, I hope you can let go of your prejudices, truly accept her as your daughter-in-law, and stop making mistakes. "

Mr. Mo saw that Cheng Yuanyuan was a girl with a very righteous mind.

Moreover, she is in charge of the Cheng family's property, which proves that she is a capable person.

Mo Changming has been spoiled since he was a child. He knows nothing but eating, drinking and having fun every day. It is his blessing to be with a woman like Yuanyuan.

"Father, I respect Changming's decision."

Mo Lao nodded: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and it is the right decision for you to let go."

Mo Chengxiong hummed, and asked insinuatingly: "Dad, I don't want to chill your heart by saying such words at this time, but I think Dad should make a will as soon as he is awake, so as not to be taken advantage of by those who want to."

"I've already made my will."

"is it?"

Mo Chengxiong's eyes were full of thirst for knowledge, how could Mr. Mo not see what he was thinking.

"My property will be distributed fairly and justly, so you don't have to worry."

"May I ask Dad how it was distributed?"

Old Mo slowly closed his eyes: "You will know after Dad dies."

Mo Chengxiong: "..."

There was a far-fetched smile on the corner of his lips: "Dad, you should go to bed earlier."

After Mo Chengxiong took care of Mr. Mo to lie down, he left the bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, the smile on his lips disappeared without a trace.

Mo Chengxiong took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called old lawyer Mo.

If Mr. Mo made a will, he would definitely hand it over to him for safekeeping.

The other party's call was quickly connected.

"President Mo?"

"It's me. I want to ask about my father's will."

The moment the lawyer received Mo Chengxiong's call, he guessed his intention. He smiled and said, "President Mo, I can tell you no matter what questions you ask, but I'm sorry about the will. Can't tell you."