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"The Yun Group seemed to have fallen overnight, and the people from the Yun Family also disappeared quickly from our eyes. However, according to the information provided by the people concerned, this matter seems to be inextricably linked to the Mohist Group, and the domestic business situation seems to have undergone a major reshuffle as well. Among them, the removal of the president of the Mohist Group was the most eye-catching news."

No matter which channel it was on, there would always be news about Mo Ziran.

Mohist Group caused a huge stir in the business world.

Right now, she didn't even know if Mo Ziran was still alive.

The arrangement of the room was simple and generous. The windows were bright and clean. A small figure was sitting on a bed as he listened to the voice on the TV in a daze.

The new CEO had already taken office, the media had exhausted all means to find out about Mo Ziran but to no avail, no one knew where he had gone to.

Every night, Zhao Xi would repeat the same nightmare again. In front of the ancient fortress, the grass in the middle of the Middle Ages was dyed crimson red by the sunset, and heaven-shaking gunshots rang one after another. Mo Ziran pushed her into the car and roared at her loudly, but the next scene was Mo Ziran getting hit by a gun and falling to the ground, as a loud explosion came from beside him.

"Miss Zhao, it's time for you to take your medicine."

The person who entered was a servant that was in charge of taking care of her. Zhao Xi was taken care of very well, but she did not know where she was.

The servant passed the medicine over to Zhao Xi and politely smiled. "Old man was asking about Miss Zhao's health just now."

"…" Zhao Xi obediently finished the medicine in the bowl, and asked the same question that was repeated every day, "When can I leave this place?"

The servant's reply remained the same. "I don't know."

"…"

From the moment she woke up, she had been trapped here. She tried to escape, but she couldn't get out of this garden. The black bodyguards that were everywhere mercilessly cut off all possibilities of her escaping.

In the garden, a white-haired old man was studying chess for a game of chess. His back was very straight, and he had a toughness that didn't match his age.

Zhao Xi stood at the door and looked at his back, staring blankly for a long time before walking to the opposite side and sitting down.

The old man seemed to have long known of Zhao Xi's appearance, as he took a step forward without raising his head, "You seem to be in a much better mood today."

"Grandpa took good care of him." Towards this old man who saved her, Zhao Xi's heart was still filled with gratitude.

From what the people here said, the old man's men found her lying on the side of the road and brought her back from the hands of a group of gunmen.

Zhao Xi didn't know why this old man wanted to save her, and even more so, didn't know why he wanted to restrict her movements.

The old man's eyes were still clear and bright, with a hint of shrewdness in them. The wrinkles on his face showed that he was in his nineties, but no one dared to assume he was just an ordinary old man.

"This little girl's mouth is quite sweet." The tone of the old man's words could not be heard as he continued to study the chess game with his head lowered.

He never asked Zhao Xi why she was being hunted nor where she came from nor what her identity was. It was as if she was indifferent about everything.

"Grandfather, when can I leave this place?" Zhao Xi's voice sounded a little anxious. She did not understand who was the victor of the match, and she did not understand the old man either. She was trapped here, but there was no news from Mo Ziran's side.

The old man finally raised his head from the board as he held a chess piece in his hand and lightly tapped on the board. The crystal chess piece and the chess piece made a clear sound that made Zhao Xi's heart jump as well.

"What are you going out for?" His voice was low, aged, but full of vigor.

The chess piece was sparkling and translucent in the sunlight. Zhao Xi heard her own voice that was somewhat unstable ring out, "I'm going to find someone."

"Who is it?" The old tutor didn't seem surprised at all, and his tone didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

Zhao Xi unconsciously stroked the precious gem ring on her hand, her tone gentle: "My fiancé."

The old man's gaze landed on the ring as well, "Your fiance is the Mo family's number two?"

"…"

Zhao Xi looked at him in shock, her voice trembling slightly from shock: "Grandfather, how did you know?"

"If you wear this ring, I'm afraid not many people in Europe will not know about it." The old man waved his hand and the servant stepped forward to carefully remove the chess game without knocking over a chess piece. The rest of the servants placed a tea set on the table and lit a fire on the small stove.

Zhao Xi knew that this ring was the Mo Family's inheritance ring, but she did not expect that even this old man knew about it. "Grandfather, do you know how the Brother Ziran is doing?"

"How would I know about the Mo family? I'm not as powerful as you think."

The old man looked at the teapot in silence. Just as he was about to extend his hand to pick it up when steam rose from the teapot, his other white, delicate hand grabbed it. "Grandfather, what do we do with this water?"

The water was boiling, so Zhao Xi helped the old man pour the tea as if it was natural.

"…" The old man looked at her for a few seconds, then said, "Pour it on the teacup."

Zhao Xi carefully sprinkled the water on the teacup in the sea of tea as instructed by the old man, "Is that so?"

There was no pattern to her actions. The old man's eyes flashed as he said, "That was during the Middle Ages, when the ancient Greek aristocrats obtained the most precious sapphire in the Deep Sea Abyss. This is the only piece in the world."

Zhao Xi suddenly looked at the old man, and the teapot in her hand started to shake, the hot water poured onto the surface of the teacup, causing a few drops to splash out. Zhao Xi panicked and immediately put the teapot down: "Grandfather! Did you get burned? "

The old man lowered his eyes and looked at the place where the hot water had splashed onto, as if he didn't feel anything as he stared at Zhao Xi's movements, "Your hands must be steady! The fragrance of the tea will also be different with the hot water! "

"Ah?" "Oh …" Zhao Xi answered with a startled expression, but she did not forget the story from earlier, "What happened next?"

"Reheat the water, twist some tea leaves and place them in the teacup." The old man's gaze fell on Zhao Xi's hands as he ordered in a low voice.

"…"

Zhao Xi immediately did as she was told. Even her face showed caution, as if this was an extremely important task.

"Their princess called this gem Deep Blue, inlaid on her own crown. In the war, the prince lost the war, and their princess sacrificed her life with the Dark Blue. Their people gave this gem to God as a sacrifice."

The teapot was emitting hot steam, and the sound of boiling water slowly came out from the stove. The old man glanced around, then said to Zhao Xi, "Bring up the three sounds of boiling water."

"…" Zhao Xi was a little depressed, could she tell a good story?!

She stared at the teapot without saying a word. Following the words of the old man, she poured hot water into the teacup, causing the tea leaves to rise and fall.

"The Mo family in Europe is a famous family with industries all over the world. I'm afraid no one knows exactly how big it is. This is a family with wealth comparable to a nation."

Zhao Xi subconsciously nodded her head in agreement. Most probably, there was no one in this world who didn't know the Mo Family's name, and this family had lasted for many years.

Deep Blue has been turned into the hands of the Mo family's patriarch, he created two rings from the gem embedded in the crown and gave it to the two sons that are in charge of the family business. The Mo family's business is very big, but not everyone can get a share of the profits.

When the old tutor spoke to here, he paused for a moment, as if he had thought of something. His gaze darkened. "Do you know why?"

Zhao Xi immediately shook her head.

The old man chuckled, "Because the more people there are, the more chaotic it will be!"

As he said this, he faintly suppressed the bloodthirsty look in his eyes. Zhao Xi was startled, and a chill went down his spine.

"There is only one decision maker, but there are two people in charge. They are responsible for the consortium's affairs and have the two gem rings."

The lordmaster took a sip of tea and frowned slightly, "It's far from enough."

He poured the tea on the ground and raised his head to look at Zhao Xi, "Your boiling skills are too lacking. You're a Chinese man, how can you not even know how to brew tea?"

"…" Who made the rule that the Chinese had to know how to make tea?

Zhao Xi really did not think that the old man who lived in a European villa would be so obsessed with Chinese culture. "Grandpa, are you Chinese?"

She didn't know anything about the old man. She didn't know if they were still in Ireland.

"I don't look Chinese?" The old man's voice did not reveal his joy or anger, he poured the teacup onto the teacup and the servant immediately went to remove the tea set. Before Zhao Xi could regain his senses, another servant brought a new set of tea set over and placed it in front of the two.

"…" Zhao Xi watched this scene in a daze. Could it be that the old man wanted to make tea again?!

"Let's do it again."

Sure enough, after the old man finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Xi quietly, as if he was waiting for her action.

"…"

The European manor looked solemn and aristocratic.

"All of you, scram!"

Because his voice was extremely weak, his angry voice did not affect the family doctor who was preparing for the operation in the slightest. Mo Ziran's face was deathly pale, and his eyes were dark and cold.

"How long are you going to keep causing trouble?!" The low, stern male voice seemed out of place in the chaotic room, as if he was born to be a proud son of heaven. "Look at you now!"

He stood at the end of the bed, and looked coldly at the struggling Mo Ziran who was lying on the bed. Every word of his was cold and hard to the extreme.

"I don't need you to care!" Mo Ziran's chest was wrapped in bandages, and blood was already smeared all over. The lower abdomen of his arm that was exposed was stained with blood.

"You're still thinking about her even at a time like this!" The man glared hatefully at Mo Ziran, but the doctor had already given him an anesthetic. His eyes were unfocused as he continued to stare in's direction, "Father's people didn't catch her!"

"…"

Mo Ziran's heart relaxed and he fainted.

The man looked at Mo Ziran, a look of surprise in his eyes, and sighed.