Mo Bing’s Dad

The ambulance rushed towards the nearest hospital. Inside, Kang Yimo was connected to an oxygen tank.

There were two doctors attending to her, and they weren't highly optimistic about her chances of survival.

Her injuries were extreme, and one could say she was better off dead. She no longer had legs, and her ribs were exposed. One could actually see blood flowing in her veins.

Just as the ambulance was about to reach the nearest clinic.

Boom!!!

The Dietary Orphanage exploded, destroying part of the clinic!!

...

Back at the Mo mansion, Lang Yi had not gone to sleep yet. She looked at her cell phone now and then, waiting for good news from the police.

She looked at the full moon from the balcony, and thoughts of when she first met Mo Bing played in her mind.

Back then, he wasn't into drugs and was an innocent young man with a dominating aura.

"So, you are my mother's assistant? Why does she have to work hard with you around?"

"Because she has to."

"Has to?"

"Yes, not all matters can be handled by me. There are some things your mother has to handle by herself. That is what growing up is like."

"You mean if I do things on my own, then I will be a grown-up!"

"Not always. There is only so much a single person can do. However, with money and power, you can do anything on your own."

Unlike what she expected, Mo Bing just used his mother's money and power to suppress those around him. He always started working out to gain a boost in physique to bully others.

Sigh...

Lang Yi could only blame herself for the way he turned out. She wanted to encourage him to be a hard worker like his mother, but he took it the wrong way.

She regretted even meeting him that day, and that's why tears were still falling from her round eyes.

'I hope the police managed to catch the kidnapper.'

She did not care about the money. Lang Yi just wanted Mo Bing to return. Hopefully, he would change his ways and view the world in a different light.

Ding—!

A notification tone rang from her phone, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Did they manage to get hold of the kidnapper?"

Her lips curled up, but when she looked at her cell, they crumbled down.

"Who is this?"

[Turn on local news.]

In normal times, Lang Yi wouldn't open text messages from unknown numbers. However, the situation forced it.

The frown on her face deepened, and so did the worry in her heart.

She had nothing to do, so she checked the latest news on her phone. She was met with a great surprise that made her legs feel weak.

"This can't be."

She tried to deny it, but after scrolling down, the same story didn't change. She felt like her hope was crushed.

Thud—!

She fell to the ground; she was fuming and a white liquid escaped from her mouth.

...

Mo Xie had it worse.

In her hands, she held her son's head. Blood was dripping from the neck.

The top of the head was cut off, the brain was visible, the left eye was put in the mouth, the nose was gone, and fingers were stuck in the ears.

She tried to deny it, but this thing was her son.

She just knelt at the front gate with tears in her eyes. Her face had crumbled down in sorrow.

Mo Xie didn't even feel the cold breeze of the night sticking to her slender figure. The cold in her heart made her numb to the issues of the physical realm.

This very morning, she was praising her son for being a courageous hero. He neither smiled nor frowned, and she knew she needed to buy him a gift.

However, who was she going to give that present to?

"I know... I know I have a bad reputation, but... what did I do to deserve this?"

The wind wasn't going to answer her, and she could only embrace the 'head' she was given.

She didn't even have the will to open the other cooler boxes that were delivered to her front gate.

They contained the body parts of Mo Bing!

She did not want to destroy the image of him that was in her mind.

If the kidnapper did this to his head, what could he have done to the rest of his body?

Drip, drip, drip.

It felt like rain was falling, but they were tears coming from the man standing in front of her.

I am sorry.

That's what he wanted to say, but he couldn't. His teeth were biting his lower lip, which was dripping blood.

He was sad and angry.

Mostly, he felt regret. The head Mo Xie was holding belonged to his son... who died not knowing who his biological father was.

Zhu Yichen was Mo Xie's childhood lover, but thanks to his low status, he couldn't marry her... even though Mo Xie wanted to.

In the end, he could only watch her go to a political marriage. He was trying to forget about her, but one day he suddenly received a message from her:

I am pregnant with our child.

Zhu Yichen felt happy but also furious at the fact that someone else was going to be called 'dad' by his son.

In the end, he could only sell himself to obtain the power to kill Mo Xie's political husband.

He might have lost his freedom, but over the years he tried to get close to his son.

However... Mo Bing only called him 'Dad' once.

I am a failure as a father.

He crouched, attempting to embrace his wife and share the pain together with the love of his life.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with rage, and his tan skin started getting pale.

'This vile thing!'

In between the two sides of Mo Bing's brain, there was a small paper forced in there.

He didn't want to take it out, but rage got the better of him.

He took the paper and read the words written there, "You shouldn't have messed with my father! Next, I am going to kill you!"

Zhu Yichen knew this paper was directed at Mo Xie and tore it in rage.

I am going to kill you!

Killing intent bubbled up in his eyes, and his teeth turned into fangs as his nails turned to claws.