Do You Know Whom I Work For?

Shen Chengjing turned her head and stepped back in fear as she watched Li Shuiwu's arms getting broken.

"You dare to hit me? Do you know whom I work for?" With hatred in his eyes, Li Shuiwu dropped to his knees in great pain.

They were classmates, but Shen Chengjing had never expected him to sink so low.

"Investigate. Don't let anyone get away with it," said Moh Yanchen in a cold voice. He grabbed the man who had stabbed Shen Chengjing and threw him toward the window.

The man flew out of the window and fell from the building.

"Don't kill them! It's illegal! I'm fine." Shen Chengjing held the wound in her arm and pulled back Moh Yanchen with force.

The murderous spirit emitting from him was so strong that it seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world.

"Leave it to me." At this moment, Mo Wen walked in.

Moh Yanchen glanced at him and walked out swiftly with Shen Chengjing in his arms, as if he was afraid of losing her.

Lying in his arms, she stole a glance at him and saw the tension on his handsome face in the dark corridor. With shivering fingers, she caressed her face and said. "Uncle, don't be mad."

They only met a few times and were a little better than total strangers, but she felt comfortable with him. Each time when he helped her, she felt a stirring in her heart.

"Let's go home."

"Okay." She leaned close to his chest and fell asleep; it could either be the fatigue or the loss of blood.

In Moh Park, the atmosphere was quite tense. Mo Qiu had raced over from the military facility and stopped the bleeding for her before dressing the wound. He said in relief, "Girl, you're very lucky; he even got angry for you."

He had never seen a trace of emotion in Moh Yanchen over the many years that he had known the man. As cold as a block of wood, Moh Yanchen had never shown any sign that he was a man with feelings.

Meanwhile, after some torture and broken bones, Li Shuiwu finally confessed that someone had called him and offered him money to do this to Shen Chengjing.

Wu Hao tracked down the person's bank account and the location of the phone number. Soon, the mastermind surfaced.

"Brother Chen, it's the wife of the Mo Corporation's president," Wu Hao reported to Moh Yanchen immediately after returning to the Moh Park.

"The Mo Corporation?" Moh Yanchen's eyes squinted. Very good! He was about to deal with the Mo Corporation, and they offered the opportunity to him on a silver plate. They dared to hurt his woman.

"Speed it up. I want to see the downfall of the Mo Corporation in three days." His hand gripped the armrests of the exquisite chair with astonishing force.

"Yes, sir." Wu Hao nodded and took the order.

Mo Wen had returned as well but remained silent. He finally spoke at this moment.

"Sir, you never got involved in business and politics. I'm afraid that the old man won't be happy about this." Mo Wen was worried for him. Moh Yanchen had never gotten involved in politics or business for personal reasons. If the Mo Corporation went down three days later, the people in the political and business circles in A City would be alarmed.

"But I'm not happy now."

Wu Hao rubbed his nose and looked at Mo Wen with pity. This moron just can't keep his mouth shut! When Moh Yanchen wasn't happy, they would all be in trouble!

"Okay." Mo Wen obeyed. Whoever dared to displease their commander was their enemy.

Shen Chengjing was deep asleep, oblivious to the fact that A City was filled with the pungent smell of blood under its peaceful veneer during this time.

"She lost some blood, but she will be fine after some rest," Mo Qiu walked up and said. Then, he walked closer and said with his head lowered, "She's slightly chilly in her womb; she needs some special nutrients before she can get pregnant."

[TL Note: Chilly in the womb is a term in Traditional Chinese medicine.]

"Get out."

Mo Qiu's lips twitched as he held his chest with a pitible look on his face. "Sir, you look bad when you're consumed by an unfulfilled desire."

"Out."

Mo Qiu fled out of Moh Park before he finished speaking.