Mo Yihan was woken up by a noisy phone ringing.
"Annoying, who's calling so early in the morning." Mo Yihan had a bad temper when waking up. In fact, it wasn't just her; even Han Yun, despite being a cultivator, had no resistance to sleeping. Moreover, her cultivation wasn't strong enough to forgo rest for extended periods.
Last night, she lay in bed, lost in thought.
Ever since her heart-to-heart talk with her best friend Han Yun yesterday, and after seeing Yang Feilong, she found her mind constantly occupied by him.
She even wondered how she would spend time alone with Yang Feilong when Han Yun was busy.
She even thought about having children with Han Yun in the future.
The more she thought, the more confused she became. But when she imagined Yang Feilong sleeping with Han Yun, being intimate, she felt both envious and agitated. She thought how wonderful it would be if Yang Feilong held her while sleeping. Finally, she drifted off into a daze. In her dream, Yang Feilong confessed his deep love for her, saying he fell in love with her the moment he first saw her, but because he knew Han Yun first, he didn't dare to express his feelings. Now that he knew his own heart, he wanted to be with her.
She asked him, "What about your other girlfriends?" He told her, "With you, other women are just clouds."
So, moved, she asked him, and then he started tearing his clothes. She passionately responded, tearing his clothes, then they embraced and began kissing, and then...
She was awakened by the annoying phone ringing, which made her incredibly angry. Her wonderful dream had been completely disrupted.
She glanced at the caller ID; it was the patriarch of her family, her father. Although she was full of anger, she didn't dare to unleash it on her imposing father.
"Hello, Dad, what is it?" Mo Yihan asked.
"Return immediately. I have something important to tell you!" Her father said sternly, then hung up the phone.
"What happened?" Mo Yihan could detect a hint of unease and urgency in her father's stern tone.
What could have made her father, who remained unperturbed even when faced with Mount Tai, lose his composure?
"My father wants to talk to me about something important? What important matter does he have to discuss with me? My marriage? Is it so urgent? Could something unforeseen have happened? But why would they involve me, a girl with no particular skills?" Mo Yihan's mind was filled with questions.
Not daring to delay, she quickly got up, washed up, and drove back to the family estate.
Upon returning home, she heard her father convening a significant meeting. She had planned to go to her own room in the family estate and wait, but a servant told her, "The Patriarch wants you to attend the meeting as soon as you arrive!"
"What?" Mo Yihan was stunned.
She had always believed that women in her family had virtually no right to enter the meeting room.
And this was clearly a major meeting, yet her father wanted her to participate? Why would he want her to participate? Her heart was filled with curiosity and bewilderment.
She felt that this matter was highly unusual.
The more unusual it was, the more curious she became. She vaguely guessed that this matter should be related to her, otherwise, her father wouldn't have called her back specifically and asked her to attend this obviously important meeting!
She had seen several important family disciples on her way back, none of whom were qualified to attend the meeting!
Knock, knock, knock!
A knock sounded on the closed conference room door.
"Patriarch, the eldest young lady is here!" a voice from outside announced.
"Let her in!" Mo Shangyang's voice rang out.
Mo Shangyang was the patriarch of the Mo family and Mo Yihan's father.
Mo Yihan looked into the conference room. Around the oval table were all the important members of the family. With apprehension, she walked into the room: "Father, you called for me?"
"Yihan, sit beside me!" Old Master Mo said with a smile.
The old master, sitting at the side, beckoned her.
"Grandfather?" Mo Yihan was even more shocked. Her grandfather had been in secluded cultivation, attempting to break through to the Earth Martial Realm, and would absolutely not come out for anything less than a major event. She hadn't seen him for a long time; he hadn't even appeared when the family was arranging a marriage alliance with the Lin family.
But today, he had emerged!
And he was beckoning her to sit beside him. Mo Yihan could have taken this as a sign of his affection for her, but it wasn't quite like that. Her grandfather was a very stern man, even more so than her father. Only when she was very young had he been gentler. But in recent years, after failing to break through to the Earth Martial Realm for so long, his temper had worsened. Yet today, his kind and benevolent smile gave Mo Yihan a feeling of a different era, something unreal!
Furthermore, what made her feel uneasy was seeing everyone looking at her with eager gazes. This made Mo Yihan feel as if she didn't know where to put her feet.
With apprehension, confusion, bewilderment, and curiosity, Mo Yihan sat beside her grandfather and dutifully said, "Grandfather."
"En, I haven't seen you in a while. You've grown more beautiful," Old Master Mo said with a smile.
"Thank you, Grandfather." Mo Yihan was even more confused. Why had her grandfather suddenly appeared and called her here, only to praise her? Although she felt dizzy, she maintained the proper courtesy.
"Grandfather wants to ask you something. Do you like that young man from the Lin family?" Old Master Mo asked with a chuckle. "Tell me the truth."
"?" Mo Yihan didn't know why her grandfather was asking this. She guessed it had something to do with Lin Wushuang of the Lin family. She hesitated whether to answer honestly, but after thinking, she replied truthfully, "I don't like him, but if the family..."
She had intended to continue by saying that if the family needed her to enter into a marriage alliance, she would comply, as the family had raised her and given her opportunities. But finding a suitable boyfriend was too difficult!
She hadn't found one. Well, she had found one, but unfortunately, he already had a girlfriend, and more than one at that. However, she didn't want to reveal this now, fearing the family's anger. After all, Yang Feilong, while excellent, was the prospective son-in-law of the Han family.
Moreover, Yang Feilong hadn't agreed to help her.
So, until things were certain, she wouldn't disclose this matter.
"It's good that you don't like Lin Wushuang," Old Master Mo said with a smile.
"En?" Mo Yihan was even more bewildered. She had been worried her family would be angry after her honest confession, but it seemed they were satisfied? What was going on? Had Lin Wushuang done something so heinous that the family decided not to proceed with the marriage alliance with the Lin family? She was secretly pleased but hadn't yet asked.
Old Master Mo smiled and said, "Because the Lin family has perished, and Lin Wushuang also died yesterday!"
"What?" Mo Yihan was instantly stunned, her mouth agape.
The Lin family was even more powerful than their Mo family. Lin Wushuang was the top young prodigy in Qinglan City, the first genius to break through to the Spirit Martial Realm. And he was gone just like that? What happened last night?
At this moment, a conversation she had with Yang Feilong the previous night, just before parting, suddenly surfaced in her mind.
"I'm about to get engaged. Can you help me resolve this?" she had asked expectantly.
"I'll help you resolve it tomorrow," Yang Feilong had replied with a smile.
As Mo Yihan thought of this, her heart began to pound uncontrollably. Could it be, could it really be, that he destroyed the Lin family and Lin Wushuang, just to prevent me from marrying Lin Wushuang? Did he, value me this much? But he didn't have to annihilate the entire family. Killing Lin Wushuang would have been enough. However, he did it for me, so I can't think ill of him. If any divine retribution comes, let it be upon me, not him.
At this moment, Mo Yihan's mind was in a turmoil, lost in her thoughts. Her expression shifted from gentle to flushed, then back again.
She had completely forgotten that she was in the conference room, and many pairs of eyes were fixed on her.