"Mo Wenchu, give me my dad back!" Mo Ziyao shouted and came straight towards Mo Wenchu.

Mo Wen was overwhelmed by the frequent pain in her waist. She was almost completely unprepared for Mo Ziyao who suddenly appeared. Just when the other person's slap was about to fall, a big hand with distinct joints blocked it.

In front of Mo Wenchu.

Looking up, Gu Jue's angular profile came into view. Mo Wenchu ​​slowly stood up straight and was heartbroken.

"Hey, Mo Wenchu, you are still disconnected from Gu Jueou until now? Do you like other people's boyfriends so much?"

Mo Ziyao, who was pushed away by Gu Jue, sarcastically mocked Mo Wenchu.

"Mo Ziyao, today is dad's funeral. I don't have to argue with you, but please pay attention to what you say. Otherwise, I will let you understand the power of the group's new legal team."

Mo Wenchu ​​looked around. The episode that had just happened had attracted the attention of many visitors. She didn't want there to be any twists and turns in today's funeral, so she scolded in a deep voice.

When Mo Ziyao heard the words "legal team", most of the arrogance she had just dissipated, but she still glared at Mo Wenchu ​​fiercely, "Mo Wenchu, you killed my mother first, and then you killed me."

My dad left me with nothing..."

"Miss Mo, do you have any evidence for what you said?"

Gu Jue on the side interrupted Mo Ziyao abruptly.

Mo Ziyao was startled, her eyes showing panic, "I..."

"If not, then everything you just said is slander."

Mo Ziyao was like an eggplant beaten by frost, completely withered. She glared at Mo Wenchu ​​unwillingly and walked away.

"Thank you." After Mo Ziyao left, Mo Wenchu ​​faced Gu Jue and said softly.

"The more kind you are to this kind of person, the more she will push her further. Rather than being frequently troubled by her, it is better to avoid future troubles forever."

"..." Mo Wenchu ​​felt nervous. Recently, she and Gu Jue had reached a cooperative relationship, and their relationship had eased. She almost forgot about Gu Jue's setting in the original work——

Cold, ruthless but affectionate.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Mo Wenchu ​​looked at Gu Jue with a smile, "I understand, thank you for reminding me."

While talking to Gu Jue, a few more cars stopped at the door of the church.

Mo Wenchu ​​looked at the person coming, took a deep breath and went to greet him.

"You came……"

Mo Wenchu ​​was about to say hello to Shao Xuan, but when he saw her, he directly reached out and hugged her. His thick palm patted Mo Wenchu's back, "My condolences."

Mo Wenchu ​​narrowed her eyes and said, "Thank you for coming."

Pushing Shao Xuan away calmly, Mo Wen started to straighten her hair, "Go inside."

"Okay." Shao Xuan walked in obediently.

At the same time, Xiang Wenyu also walked in holding a yellow chrysanthemum.

"Thank you for coming." Mo Wenchu ​​handed her hand to Xiang Wenyu. She had not seen Xiang Wenyu for half a year since her father's accident.

Today, Xiang Wenyu is wearing a well-fitting suit. The childishness and timidity in his eyes have long disappeared. An aura of confidence exudes from the inside out, adding a lot of charm to him.

Xiang Wenyu didn't speak, but silently patted Mo Wenchu ​​on the shoulder and walked into the church.

"Xiao Mo, please take off your high heels." Mo Wenchu ​​was about to continue greeting the guests who came to express their condolences. At this time, Lin Shu came over from behind and handed her a pair of flat shoes.

"Thank you, Uncle Lin."

Mo Wenchu ​​took off her shoes and continued to greet the guests. Her father, Mo Changshan, had many friends. People came to express condolences in an endless stream, and many of them surprised Mo Wenchu.

The appearance of Zhao Yi surprised Mo Wenchu ​​the most.

The wounds on his body had not healed, and the bruises on his face had not gone away, but he appeared at the door of the church wearing a formal suit.

"I'm not……"

"Miss, I'll give you a bouquet of flowers and I'll go back to the hospital right away."

Zhao Yi said before Mo Wenchu ​​spoke.

Mo Wenchu ​​looked at him helplessly and turned sideways to let him in.

When all the guests had arrived, Mo Wenchu ​​was also ready to take a seat under the stage.

But when she passed by the neatly arranged wreaths in the church, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the name of the giver on one of them - Zhou Mubei.

Staring at the white wreath with frowning eyebrows, Mo Wenchu ​​pondered for a moment, then returned to the bench and sat down.

His father, Mo Changshan, was a devout Christian, so the funeral adopted a Western funeral style. A gray-haired priest stood on the stage and presided over the funeral.

When she heard her father's name being mentioned, Mo Wenchu's tears became wet again and again.

After all the ceremonies were over, my father was finally able to rest in peace.

In the cemetery among the mountains and forests, the rain kept falling.

Lin Shu held a black umbrella high and blocked Mo Wenchu's head.

She leaned over the gray marble tombstone and presented a fresh bouquet. Mo Wenchu ​​looked deeply at the black and white photo on it and said with a smile, "Dad, I will definitely help you get revenge."

"Xiao Mo, we should go back." Lin Shu reminded.

Finally, Mo Wenchu ​​reluctantly left the cemetery.

The rain continued for several days, just like Mo Wenchu's gloomy mood.

When the sky finally cleared, Mo Wenchu ​​finally walked out of her room.

After locking myself in the room for several days, many of the company's affairs were backlogged, waiting for Mo Wenchu ​​to deal with them.

Mo Wenchu ​​was having a headache with these documents that needed to be processed urgently, but a phone call from Lin Shu once again made Mo Wenchu ​​uneasy.

Lin Shu told Mo Wenchu ​​on the phone that Zhou Hai had been injured by a masked strong man a few days ago and was hospitalized with serious injuries.

After Mo Wenchu ​​heard the news, she raised her eyebrows and said, "It seems that this guy has done many evil things and was deliberately retaliated. He deserves it!"

After saying these words happily, Mo Wenchu ​​suddenly thought of something, her eyes flashed, and then asked, "When did you just say that Zhou Hai was beaten?"

"Last Friday was the day of Mr. Mo's funeral."

Mo Wenchu's expression changed when she heard this, and she hurried out the door without having time to deal with the documents on the table, heading straight to the hospital.

When Mo Wenchu ​​appeared at the door of the ward, Zhao Yi was practicing plank support in the room.

Mo Wenchu ​​pushed the door open directly and then slammed the door hard.

Zhao Yi finished his exercise and stood up straight away, with big beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Did you inflict Zhou Hai's injury?" Mo Wenchu ​​asked straightforwardly.

Zhao Yi was equally honest, nodding his head and admitting, "Yes, I was the one who beat him."

Mo Wenchu ​​took a deep breath, "You turned a deaf ear to what I said to you before, right?"
Chapter completed!