Chapter 11: Thought He'd Be More Talkative When Drunk?

Mo Xun arrived at the club and his good friend Lu Zhihan teasingly raised his eyebrows, "I heard you got married recently? Is that true or false?"

Mo Xun's face was cold, and he ignored him.

After sitting down and drinking a glass of brandy, he lazily asked him, "Who spread the news?"

"Seems like it was your brother."

"Mo Beicheng?"

"Mm." Lu Zhihan held a glass of wine, smiled, and said, "What? Got a wife and not bringing her out for us to see?"

"I'm getting a divorce," Mo Xun said indifferently.

"Ah? But you just got married not long ago?" Lu Zhihan's smile deepened in his eyes, "Did you not like her, or was it purely to protect her?"

After all, Mo Beicheng and that stepmother are the type who would devour people without spitting out bones.

Mo Xun's eyes deepened, "Didn't like her."

He couldn't stand those gold-diggers!

These past few days at home, he thought he might have misunderstood her initially, but turns out, she really loves money!

Previously, he overheard Tang Zhiluo talking with her father on a video call.

Her father was furious when he found out about Tang Zhiluo's shotgun wedding and demanded Tang Zhiluo ask Mo Xun for 500,000 for her brother to buy a house back in their hometown, arguing that if her brother couldn't afford a house, as his sister, Tang Zhiluo should help.

When he heard Mr. Tang say this, he knew this family's values were skewed.

Tonight, he even heard Tang Zhixian talking about the house issue.

Does this family just think about how to exploit others and achieve gains without working?

He despised people who were like parasites.

The more Mo Xun thought about it, the more agitated he became, and he gulped down a glass of wine.

Lu Zhihan exclaimed, "Hey! That's liquor, you can't drink it like that! It could kill you!"

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Tang Zhiluo, after seeing off Tang Zhixian, went to take a shower.

After showering, her phone kept ringing.

She picked it up and saw it was a video call invitation from Mr. Tang; she glanced at it and didn't want to accept.

But Mr. Tang kept calling, and Tang Zhiluo finally answered it, looking emotionlessly at the person on the other end of the video, "What is it?"

Her voice was cold, uninterested in dealing with her father.

Actually, her brother and mother weren't bad, they never mentioned asking Tang Zhiluo to bring money home for buying a house.

Everything was the shameful father acting on his own.

"Zhiluo, the thing I mentioned before, have you talked to your son-in-law?" Mr. Tang, while drinking, asked her on the video.

"No," Tang Zhiluo bluntly refused, "Regarding the house back home, if my brother is capable, he'll buy; if not, he'll rent."

"That's not how you should think, Zhiluo. Think about your niece, Tang Tang; she's already 5 years old. Next year, she's supposed to start elementary school back home. What if there's no house? Where will she go to school?" Mr. Tang knew Tang Zhiluo cared about her little niece.

When Tang Zhiluo was living at home, she often helped take care of her niece, forming a deep bond with her.

Tang Zhiluo was silent for a while then said, "I can't solve this problem."

Although she was sympathetic towards Tang Tang, asking Mo Xun for money to buy her brother a house was something she would never do!

"So what about Tang Tang? South City is a big city, private schools cost tens of thousands per semester, how can our family afford it? And there's no house in the city back home, what about the child? Should she just not go to school?" Mr. Tang adopted a "wail miserably" strategy.

Tang Zhiluo pressed her lips together, still the same sentence, "The child is born to my brother and his wife, they should figure it out themselves!"

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Mr. Tang cursed on the other side, "Dead girl, not a single reliable daughter!"

One daughter struggled with her husband to start a company but ended up being manipulated!

Another married a well-off group manager with a house, and stubbornly refused to help her own family!

In fact, Tang Zhiluo had secretly given quite a lot of money to her mother.

Mr. Tang was a gambler who neglected his family; Tang Dage, working an IT job with a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan, with a wife who didn't work, had to rent and had children to support, simply didn't have enough to spend.

Last year Tang Zhixian asked Dage to start a business, but after trying, Dage said his mind wasn't suited for business and gave up.

Tang Zhixian had given a lot of money to the family, all her savings, but needless to say, all was gambled away by Mr. Tang.

Now Tang Zhixian couldn't give money to the family anymore, and Mr. Tang was very dissatisfied, frequently calling to scold her.

Learning from Tang Zhixian's incident, Tang Zhiluo gave the money to her mother instead, about two or three thousand every month, as a pension and also to aid her brother's family.

Regarding Tang Tang's schooling, Tang Zhiluo actually had an idea.

She was not yet pregnant and could lend the school registration associated with Mo Xun's apartment to her niece and take it back when her own child was born.

But to lend the school registration to her niece, she needed to discuss it first with Mo Xun, since it was his house.

Just as she was thinking this, the sound of entering a password came from the door.

Tang Zhiluo looked over.

Mo Xun pushed open the door and walked in, his handsome facial features tightly drawn; he had drunk quite a bit but wasn't completely drunk.

Seeing him, Tang Zhiluo immediately went to get his slippers, "Did you drink a lot?"

The woman's voice was very pleasant.

Mo Xun glanced at her, "No, not drunk."

His tone was very harsh.

Tang Zhiluo was somewhat puzzled.

Not knowing what he was angry about.

Mo Xun put on the slippers and walked into the room.

Tang Zhiluo followed behind him, and poured him a glass of warm water.

At the bedroom door, Mo Xun turned around to look down at her, blocking the door, "Anything else?"

Tang Zhiluo handed him the water, "Water."

Mo Xun looked at the cup of warm water.

Tang Zhiluo said, "Right, wanted to mention something to you, my little niece is 5 this year, and next September she's supposed to start elementary school. If she doesn't have a school registration, she might not be able to get into a public elementary school..."

At this point, Mo Xun's gaze became icy cold, as if covered with a thin layer of ice.

Sure enough, waiting for this moment!

Thinking he would be easier to talk to while drunk?

Trying to con money from him when he's drunk to buy her brother a house huh?

Mo Xun scoffed coldly, his look dark, "What's that got to do with me?"

Tang Zhiluo was stunned.

Mo Xun towered over her, his nearly 1.9-meter stature distinctly oppressive, "What does your niece's school registration have to do with me? She's not my daughter, you think I'd help you? Sorry, your family matters don't concern me!"

"Tang Zhiluo, if you think I'd cough up money for your niece's education, let me tell you, no way!" Mo Xun glared at her, his gaze very heavy.

Tang Zhiluo's complexion slightly paled; she only meant to borrow the lease of this apartment!

She hadn't expected Mo Xun to see her like that.

Tang Zhiluo stood there dazed, as if soulless.

Mo Xun sneered, about to close the bedroom door.

Tang Zhiluo raised her hand to block it, her fair face hidden under her long curly hair, making it hard to see her expression at the moment.