C7 Chapter 7

Yan Moxiao didn't want to come here unless he was forced to. Although he didn't want to use the word "forced", it sounded like he was at the end of his tether.

"Mr. Yan, this way, please." The man in the Tang suit was just a servant, his attitude was respectful but not humble.

Having been sitting there for almost ten minutes, Yan Moxiao was getting impatient. When he stood up, he glanced at the man and felt that he was like his master. It was an infuriating pride.

He followed the man along the long corridor. The owner of the house seemed to prefer this type of style. It was clearly a modern villa, but there were places where some antique decorations were added to make the perfect fusion. It also had a different flavor, but Yan Moxiao didn't appreciate it.

"Please." At the door of one of the rooms, the man stopped to help him open it.

In a split-second, a faint fragrance drifted out. Yan Moxiao frowned, but didn't hesitate to enter the room.

The interior was spacious, and there weren't many furniture. It was even more spacious, but the furnishings inside were extremely exquisite. Sometimes, the fewer there were, the more valuable it would be. Some heavy curtains were hanging on the floor, blocking half the sunlight. The room was a little dark.

Yan Moxiao narrowed his eyes and adjusted to the light. On the sofa in the middle of the room, Mo Donglin was playing chess.

The man sat on the sofa, a black piece in his hand, staring intently at the board on the low mahogany table. He was wearing a silk white shirt today, with a collar and cuffs that matched his temperament. There was a small incense burner beside the chessboard, emitting a faint purple smoke. The fragrance must have come from that place.

The one playing against Mo Donglin was a young man, but he was sitting on the ground. His handsome face didn't have much expression.

Yan Moxiao's gaze stopped on the latter for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Mo Donglin. After all, he had come to find him this time.

That seed didn't fall down. A chess piece could determine victory or defeat in a Go. For the crucial moment, it didn't matter how long he waited. Yan Moxiao didn't rush to open his mouth as he stood there quietly. He wasn't in the mood to look at that game of chess, but he also knew how to maintain basic politeness. After all, he didn't have Mo Donglin's position.

After a long while, Mo Donglin finally slowly lowered his hand, but didn't land on the ground. Putting the chess piece back in the box, he looked up at Yan Moxiao. The smile on his face could not be considered a proud one, but it also had some superiority over Yan Moxiao.

"Sit." He nodded at Yan Moxiao without saying anything further.

After some thought, Yan Moxiao slowly walked towards Mo Donglin.

"This concludes our business for today. You can go down first. " Mo Donglin said to the man sitting on the floor. The latter looked at him and stood up without a word. After nodding slightly, she turned around.

"Wait a minute--"

The man stopped and turned around. Mo Donglin seemed to have thought of something and waved at him after thinking for a few seconds.

"Nothing. "Let's go down."

This time, the man hesitated for a moment before leaving.

When he brushed past Yan Moxiao, the latter couldn't help but glance at him again. That face — somehow familiar.

"Doesn't it look like it?" Mo Donglin, who had been ignoring him for a long time, spoke again. He looked at Yan Moxiao with a gentle and refined smile.

Yan Moxiao turned around and looked at him. However, he admitted that his face was indeed similar to Yan Zhixiao's.

Mo Donglin lowered his head and laughed, "Don't glare at me like that, the matter isn't as complicated as you think."

Without saying anything, Yan Moxiao walked to the sofa opposite Mo Donglin and sat down.

"Why-what's the purpose of Mr. Yan's visit this time?" Mo Donglin asked and picked up the teapot beside the board. After pouring two cups, he pushed one cup in front of Yan Moxiao.

"Please."

Yan Moxiao didn't move. He looked down at the steaming tea. A piece of tea floated for a while before slowly sinking down.

They had clearly parted on bad terms last time, but now it was as if nothing had happened. No one made it clear, but one of them was very confident.

In the end, it was Yan Moxiao who raised his head and asked: "Yan Zhixiao..."

Speaking the name, the two men thought that perhaps no one would ever know.

"How did he die?"

Mo Donglin closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa slowly. After a moment, he spoke slowly.

"Why do you want to know?" He then opened his eyes and looked at Ye Zichen with a smile, "You don't believe me, right?"

If he couldn't believe that the person was dead, why couldn't he believe it? He was not an immortal monster.

Yan Moxiao pursed his lips. He did not believe it, but he did not believe it, nor could he change the truth about certain things.

"I just want to know the truth."

"Some things are better known than not." Mo Donglin closed his eyes again, "Anyway, there's no point..."

"I have to know!" Yan Moxiao finally couldn't hold it in anymore, he clenched his teeth, "How can you let him die..."

Mo Donglin opened his eyes and looked at him coldly. The peaceful gaze from before slowly disappeared and was replaced with a restrained look. That look was familiar. It was exactly the same as Yan Zhixiao.

This discovery made Yan Moxiao's mood even worse. He thought he could stay calm, but he was wrong. He hadn't accepted everything he knew yet, but he wanted to know more. The result is counterproductive.

"I let him die..." As if trying to figure out the meaning of the sentence, Mo Donglin slowly repeated it, then raised the corner of his mouth to reveal a carefree smile.

"Yan Moxiao, you're looking down on me too much." If I wanted him to die, he would definitely not live to see you again. "

He couldn't bear to see him die, so he caused everything that had happened today.

With a rare self-deprecating smile, Mo Donglin stood up and looked at the man in front of him.

"If you want to know the truth, then I'll tell you. "Yan Zhixiao committed suicide..."

Yan Moxiao was stunned.

"After you made his body look like trash, he was unwilling to accept my treatment. Even if I had forced him, he would rather commit suicide." Mo Donglin frowned slightly, then reached out his hand to point at his neck.

"Right here, with a plate that's just a little thin at the edges, the artery was cut. I taught him so much, and in the end he only used the suicide I taught him. And the one who should have had his throat cut is you, Yan Moxiao. "

This was clearly the second time he had heard Yan Zhixiao's words, but this time, it was even more unreal than the first time. Yan Moxiao couldn't refute at all. He realized that he wasn't completely prepared to accept the truth.