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At that time, as a rising star, Murong Wei had a vibrant and powerful team. In just a few years, he transformed a little-known small company into a well-known publicly listed company.
Without experiencing it firsthand, just hearing about this journey reveals how arduous and challenging it was, filled with thorns at every turn. New sprouts are the most fragile, but fortunately, Murong Wei was capable, and the team worked sincerely together, allowing them to endure that period.
Murong Wei's wife, Shirou, who he rarely spent time with, was busy with work day and night. Home seemed to gradually fade from his sight, becoming secondary to the company, and he grew indifferent.
"Shirou, I'm sorry. The company is very busy; I won't be home for dinner tonight. You should eat alone and rest early," became Murong Wei's catchphrase, something he often said to his wife Shirou.
Fortunately, Shirou was understanding and did not throw tantrums during Murong Wei's difficult entrepreneurial phase. Instead, she fully supported him in his career. Such women are rare in the world.
After some time as a somewhat confident publicly listed company, Murong Wei finally had some leisure time and could often return home for dinner. During this period, Shirou finally became pregnant with Murong Lian.
With the arrival of Murong Lian, the business prodigy Murong Wei began to focus on family life. He ran between the company and home daily without complaint, waking early and staying late to care for Shirou and Murong Lian.
As the company grew larger and busier, Murong Wei no longer had time to care for Shirou and Murong Lian. He hired Aunt Xiang as a nanny to take care of household affairs and look after Murong Lian, becoming her caregiver.
When Murong Lian was five years old, Murong Wei competed with a local established real estate developer for a huge project. Ultimately, he won, which led that developer to harbor resentment and hire someone to kidnap Lian Lian and Shirou.
This incident became the source of Murong Lian's nightmares today. At that time, the kidnappers wore black clothing and were armed with guns and knives, speaking in a sinister tone that terrified little five-year-old Murong Lian.
The kidnappers had one condition: surrender the project; otherwise, they would only return the bodies of his wife and daughter.
When Murong Wei received the threatening phone call from the kidnappers, he was completely stunned and at a loss. On one hand was his flourishing career on the verge of breaking through a bottleneck; on the other was the safety of his beloved wife and daughter.
It was a dilemma. Anyone in such a situation would feel troubled; both choices affected their future life, and either choice could lead to regret.
Young Murong Wei's mindset was immature; he placed too much importance on power and failed to make the right choice. After much internal conflict, he ultimately decided to call the police and let fate decide for him.
The lives of his wife and daughter would be determined by heaven!
The outcome was predictable: Shirou was tortured by those scoundrels. When the police arrived, she sustained multiple gunshot wounds while trying to protect her only five-year-old daughter Murong Lian and ultimately succumbed to her injuries.
Murong Lian suffered a head injury from being thrown by the kidnappers. After emergency treatment, she survived but seemed to have erased that memory entirely. The doctors said there was nothing wrong with her brain; it was just that the memory was too traumatic for her to recall—Murong Lian chose to forget it.
Shirou's death was a significant blow to Murong Wei. He regretted calling the police, but what had happened was irreversible; no amount of regret could change that. Consequently, Murong Wei had kept the events of that time hidden and had never mentioned them to Murong Lian again.
...
As he recalled those memories, the business tycoon Murong Wei was in tears, his image shattered as he sobbed uncontrollably. Emerging from the mire of his recollections, he realized he had lost his composure and grabbed a few tissues to wipe his nose and tears.
"I owe it to Lian'er and Shirou. If I hadn't been so blinded by my own interests and called the police back then, both Shirou and Lian'er would be fine now," Murong Wei said with a pained expression. "I should just die, but I'm afraid that if I do, Lian'er will be left with no one."
"This is why Murong Lian harbors animosity towards you now, right?" Mo Ming said as he took his last drag of a cigarette, extinguishing it and sitting up with a slight smile on his lips.
"Yes, she hates me, and I can understand that. After all, Shirou's death is entirely my fault."
Murong Wei sighed heavily, seemingly frustrated with his past choices. He slammed his fist on the table, causing the freshly brewed West Lake Longjing tea to spill everywhere, splashing onto his hands without him even noticing.
"Come on, look at you!" Mo Ming didn't comfort Murong Wei; instead, he remarked, "You were such a jerk when you were young. Was money really that important?"
"Huh?" Perhaps Murong Wei never expected Mo Ming to maintain such an attitude in this atmosphere.
"Your choices did have some jerk-like aspects to them, but what's done is done; regretting it won't help."
Mo Ming disregarded how Murong Wei felt and continued, "Your choice wasn't necessarily wrong because even if you hadn't called the police, with your booming career, there would still be malicious people who wouldn't let you live in peace. If you had handed the project over to someone else, it might not have just been your wife who died; it could have included you and Murong Lian as well!"
"Are you saying that if I had given the project to the other party back then, they wouldn't have spared Shirou and Lian'er either?" Murong Wei had never thought about it this way. He had always regretted his choice without questioning its rightness or wrongness since Shirou was dead after all.
"Maybe. After all, I don't know the other party's character; this is just my speculation," Mo Ming said lightly. "As for Murong Lian, you should spend more time with her. After all, blood is thicker than water. She's not a child; one day she will understand you."
"After Shirou's death, I've focused all my attention on Lian'er. Since she was little, I've avoided mentioning her mother because I feared that one day she would suddenly remember like she has now." Murong Wei gritted his teeth in anger. "If it weren't for that bastard Yang Yuan, Lian'er wouldn't have turned out like this; going to prison is too lenient for him!"
"The story is over; it's time for you to get to the point," Mo Ming said flatly.
Murong Wei took a deep breath to regain his composure before nodding and saying, "You really can't hide anything from you. The guy who kidnapped Shirou and Lian'er was wanted by the police and fled overseas. I've been searching for him for a long time, but recently I finally found him."
"Do you mean you want me to help you bring him back?" Mo Ming pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and began to exhale smoke, calmly looking into Murong Wei's eyes.
"Yes, I don't want him to live freely for the rest of his life. I want justice for Shirou's death and Lian'er's injury!" Murong Wei's eyes flashed with resentment as he said, "I think this matter can only be resolved if you help me."
"Why can only I help you?" Mo Ming exhaled a puff of smoke, revealing a grin, "With your current financial power, it seems there’s nothing you can't do."
"No, without your help, I can't do anything to him." Murong Wei clenched his fists tightly, reflecting his deep anger and guilt; he knew who his enemy was but felt powerless to take action against him.
"Oh? Tell me more; I'm curious about who this person is that even the famous tycoon of Nanhua City cannot deal with." Mo Ming showed a keen interest and added, "If I can help you, I won't refuse. After all, as your father’s son, I must repay you."
"You should know the Frank Family from Y Country, right?"
The Frank Family!
That was the largest underground family in Y Country, with both legal and illegal dealings relying on them. In Y Country, they were almost omnipotent. As far as Mo Ming knew, the current head of the Frank Family was Reed, a dangerous and perverse individual.
Because of Reed, the arms trade in Y Country was entirely monopolized by the Frank Family; no one dared to intervene. In their eyes, Murong Wei's status truly meant nothing.
"I know a bit about that family; could it be that your enemy is Reed?" Mo Ming's expression finally changed slightly as he furrowed his brow and said, "That's too crazy. If you kill Reed, just wait for the Frank Family to come after you."
"Well, I know how terrifying Reed is. However, the person I want to deal with is not him but his in-law, Gong Gao Yi!"
When Murong Wei mentioned this person, his eyes reddened with rage as he slammed his fist on the table: "Back then he fled to Y Country with a huge sum of money and managed to climb up the Frank tree. Now that I know where he is, I'm frustrated that I can't take action against him."
"Damn, you scared me! I thought you wanted me to take out Reed," Mo Ming's expression returned to normal. "Don't worry; I'll bring Gong Gao Yi back for you. Just give me some time."
"So you're agreeing?" Murong Wei was somewhat astonished; he initially thought Mo Ming would refuse due to his status. He didn't expect him to agree without hesitation.
"Your ears aren't deaf; do I need to say it twice?" Mo Ming teased. "If your enemy were Reed, it would indeed be troublesome since he's a big shot in Y Country crossing both legal and illegal paths. However, if you need it, I'll help you take him out."
"Mo Ming, thank you for agreeing to help me. Otherwise, I might never be able to avenge Shirou," Murong Wei said emotionally with tears in his eyes, almost reaching out to grasp Mo Ming's hand.
"There's no need to be so polite. First, you saved my old man. Without you, he might have died, and if he died, I wouldn't be here. Second, I've spent some time with Murong Lian; she has taken good care of me, so I consider it a favor to help her out," Mo Ming said, waving his hand.
"Well, your old comrade has raised a good son. No wonder he told me that if there's a problem, it's better to find you than him," Murong Wei nodded, a slight smile finally appearing on his lips.
"I'm starting to have some doubts."
"What are you doubting?" Murong Wei asked in confusion.
"I'm doubting whether I'm really his biological son. Ever since I was little, he's always betrayed me. My impression of him is that he's an old fox who enjoys playing tricks on me!" Mo Ming said with a bitter smile. "Isn't this the age where sons trick their fathers? Why has it turned into fathers tricking their sons in my case?"
"Really? They say even a tiger doesn't eat its own cubs. How has your old comrade tricked you?" This piqued Murong Wei's curiosity. "Tell me about it; I'll help you sort it out."
"You?" Mo Ming looked at Murong Wei disdainfully and said, "Forget it. You two are practically best buddies; I don't trust you. If you spill the beans to the old man, I'm done for."
"Haha, you've got some cleverness in you!"
"Of course! When dealing with an old fox, one must never let their guard down. Alright, enough chit-chat; leave the matter of Gong Gao Yi to me. I'll give you an explanation later. Now it's time to talk about my situation."
"Sure, go ahead and tell me. No matter what it is, I'll agree without hesitation," Murong Wei said without thinking, as if he didn't consider Mo Ming an outsider at all.
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