Chapter Forty-Eight: The Prelude to the Coming Storm (Part Two)

He Xuan Yi glanced at Zhao Guangxiong, then at Zhao Yiya. If he didn’t step in, he would have to leave the matter to the Zhao father and daughter, and once the situation escalated, both the He and Zhao families would become nothing more than idle gossip among the social elite—a laughingstock for all. With a long sigh, he turned to Zhao Xu’er and said, “Call Lin Mo in a while and tell him to come over immediately. Zheyu only trusts Lin Mo.”

Hearing this, Zhao Xu’er knew He Xuan Yi had agreed. She replied with a simple “Alright,” then immediately rose and went inside to order someone to prepare cakes with peanuts.

Zhao Guangxiong, his face full of gratitude, said, “Being parents is never easy. We worry ourselves sick over these children.”

“Enough of that. When Zheyu returns, I’ll keep him at home for a few days. In the meantime, quietly send that girl away. Girls like her are only after money—it only takes a little more to settle the matter. Do you understand?” He Xuan Yi spoke with deep meaning, looking at Zhao Guangxiong.

Zhao Guangxiong nodded. “I understand. I will not let the Zhao family or the He family lose face.”

“Good. Go back now. I have preparations to make as well.” As he stood, he said to He Yurou, “See them out,” and headed toward his room.

After leaving the He family’s residence, Zhao Yiya turned to Zhao Guangxiong. “Please wait in the car for a moment. I have something to ask Yurou.”

Zhao Guangxiong nodded and walked toward the car.

He Yurou fidgeted nervously. “Yiya… Sister, what do you want to ask me?”

A strange smile flickered across Zhao Yiya’s face as she looked at He Yurou for a moment before speaking. “You like my brother, don’t you?”

He Yurou bit her lip and replied with a soft “Yes.”

“But my brother also likes that woman, Mo Qinghan, doesn’t he?”

He Yurou said nothing, tacitly acknowledging Zhao Yiya’s statement.

“Even if we quietly send her abroad and Zheyu, pressured by the family, doesn’t go after her, Qingwu is different. He isn’t bound to any heiress; he can search for her openly, even worldwide. Then, you and Qingwu won’t have the slightest chance.”

He Yurou fell silent at Zhao Yiya’s words, her fingers anxiously twisting her sleeve. In a flustered voice, she asked, “Then what should I do?”

“As long as she’s utterly ruined, she’ll have no reason to keep living.”

“Utterly ruined…” He Yurou repeated the words several times before a sudden realization dawned on her. “Mo Qingyu—yes, Mo Qingyu! Mo Qinghan must be clinging to my uncle because she needs to treat Mo Qingyu’s illness.”

“Do you know what illness he has, or which hospital he’s in?”

“Leukemia. It’s the same hospital Grandpa pretended to be sick at last time. Do you know Lin Mo? The hospital where Lin Mo works.”

A suspicious glint flickered in Zhao Yiya’s eyes. She gave a cold smile, then said to He Yurou, “Don’t tell anyone else what we’ve discussed.”

“I understand. Now we’re allies, with a common enemy—Mo Qinghan.” She pronounced the name with particular emphasis.

“I’ll send you some information tomorrow. When the time comes, find a way to post it on your student website.”

He Yurou didn’t even ask what it was and simply replied, “Alright.”