One Night Love: Huo Shao indulges in pampering

After hearing what Su Jinhuan said, Xiaoyun cried even more sadly. Mo Jinghui called her before he died and said that the person he cared about the most and was reluctant to leave was her. He hoped that after his death, she would be strong and live well. She also wanted to do so, but her heart was really painful and she missed him so much.

Su Jinhuan reached out and hugged her, comforting her: "If you want Mo Jinghui to die peacefully, you must be strong, and you are not alone. Nan Xiang cares about you, and I will support you. If you sign this contract, you are mine. As long as I am here, I will not let anyone touch you."

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Cha was so angry that her face turned blue. She clenched her fists and said with gritted teeth, "Madam Huo, are you trying to meddle in our family affairs?" Although the Mo family and the Huo family had business dealings, they kept to themselves. It was unethical of her to do this.

Su Jinhuan looked at Mrs. Cha, narrowed her beautiful eyes with a chill, and smiled: "I just said that Xiaoyun's face is the most perfect masterpiece of our medical beauty hospital. I want her to be the spokesperson for our medical beauty. I will spend a lot of money to buy insurance for her face. I will not allow others to damage such a priceless face, otherwise it will be against me and the Huo family.

Her voice was clear and crisp, revealing a fierce and intimidating power. She was intimidating without being angry, and made people shudder.

"You..." Mrs. Cha was so angry that she trembled all over.

"Madam Cha, I'm very sorry about your son's situation. Please accept my condolences. The most important thing for you now is to properly handle your son's affairs after his death, rather than killing the woman he loved deeply before his body is cold. If he knew about this, I'm afraid he would die with regrets."

The dead are gone, and if she continues to pursue the matter, it will only disappoint more people who care about Mo Jinghui. Su Jinhuan looked at her and sighed softly.

In fact, Mrs. Cha was the one who was most responsible for Mo Jinghui's passing. As Mo Jinghui's mother, she did not think about making his life better. Instead, she had a strong desire to control him. Under the guise of doing things for his own good, she wanted to control his life. Mo Jinghui must have felt very suffocated when he was alive.

Madam Cha stared at Xiaoyun with a sad look. She came here today not to kill Xiaoyun, but to destroy her appearance. Now that Su Jinhuan was backing her up, she couldn't succeed for the time being. She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and said, "I won't let this happen."

After she finished speaking, she left with a feeling of reluctance. The bodyguard followed closely behind her, holding a box full of Mo Jinghui's belongings.

"Jinghui..." Seeing that they had looted all of Mo Jinghui's belongings, Xiaoyun burst into tears with heartache. All she had left were these memories. They were so cruel that they didn't even want to leave her any of his clothes.

"Xiao Yun, don't cry. Look at your eyes, they are so swollen. If Mo Jinghui knew about this, he would be very sad." Su Jinhuan took a tissue and gently wiped the tears from her face, comforting her softly.

Xiaoyun couldn't control her tears and cried in grief: "They took away all of Jinghui's things... wuwuwu... They didn't leave me any relics... I didn't even have the chance to see them and remember him..."

"It doesn't matter. These are external things. Mo Jinghui is gone, but he lives in your heart. That's enough." Su Jinhuan saw that she was crying uncontrollably and could only hug her and let her vent.

Mo Jinghui's departure was a huge blow to her. Her heart must be hollow now. It would be better for her to let her vent. Su Jinhuan did not try to persuade her. He just held her and accompanied her silently.

Mrs. Cha left the rental house and sat in the car. She reached out to take the box handed to her by the bodyguard. Inside were all the things used by Mo Jinghui. Her dried tears suddenly welled up again.

"Jinghui, you know that you are the one that I love the most. I will give you whatever you want. I will always be there to support you. Why are you so depressed and leave me so cruelly? You are my life, my hope. What should I do in the future, Jinghui, wuwuwu..."

Mrs. Cha held the box and couldn't help but feel grief-stricken. She cried out in agony. Everything she had done was for Mo Jinghui. Now that he was gone, her world had fallen.

"Madam, the dead cannot be resurrected. The Second Young Master is so filial to you. If he knew that you are so sad, he would also be very sad." The bodyguard Zheng Haowen, who was standing by, handed her a tissue. Seeing her crying so sadly, he felt a little worried.

Mrs. Cha couldn't control herself at all: "If he was really filial to me, he wouldn't leave me to save a cheap woman who had plastic surgery. He is my only child. If he leaves, my hope and thoughts will be gone..."

"Madam, please don't think like that. You still have the master. Now that the second young master is gone, the master will take care of you." Zheng Haowen comforted.

Mrs. Cha shook her head gently and said in despair: "There is no hope. The master has always favored that bastard. Now that my son is gone, he will no longer care about me..." She was able to gain a foothold in the Mo family because of her status as a mother with her son. Now that her son is gone, she has no hope anymore.

"The master wouldn't be so heartless. Madam, where are we going now? Back to the Mo family?" Zheng Haowen asked.

"No, I won't go back to the Mo family. I want to find Jinghui. He will be lonely if he stays alone in that dark place. I want to go and accompany him." Mrs. Cha said in a hoarse voice.

Zheng Haowen told the driver to drive to the hospital. He looked at the box in Mrs. Cha's hand and said, "Madam, this box is quite heavy. Why don't you give it to me and I'll help you hold it."

Mrs. Cha shook her head slightly, her eyes fell on the box, she reached out and gently touched the things inside. These were all Mo Jinghui's belongings. When she saw these things, she seemed to be able to see him using them. When she touched the tears on the razor, she quickly wiped her tears with a tissue.

These things all belong to Jinghui, she can't damage them in the slightest.

Mo Jinghui’s death dealt a heavy blow to the old man. He fell into a coma and was admitted to the hospital, and he has not regained consciousness since.

Mr. Mo had to take care of the old man while dealing with his son's funeral. He was already exhausted. His hair turned a lot whiter overnight and he looked much older.

Mo Jingchen walked over with a cup of hot water, handed it to him, and said softly: "Dad, drink a cup of hot water first. The doctor said that grandpa was overstimulated and he won't wake up so soon. You have been busy for most of the day, so take a good rest."

Master Mo looked up at him, tears streaming down his face, and said sadly, "You and Jinghui are both my sons. Although I often ignored you, you were very sensible and obedient since you were a child, and you rarely caused me trouble. But Jinghui is completely different from you. He has been naughty and unlearned since he was a child. He only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long, causing me trouble. Now he has finally gotten out of control and has even lost his life. I spoiled him too much and indulged him too much."

Although he knew that Mo Jinghui did things wrong, he rarely blamed him. Knowing that Madam Cha doted on him and spoiled him, he never tried to stop him but just turned a blind eye.

Mo Jingchen looked at his face full of self-blame and guilt, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on his shoulder, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Dad, don't blame yourself, Jinghui was indeed a bad person in the past, he..."

Before Mo Jingchen finished speaking, Mrs. Cha's angry and stern voice rang out at the door: "My Jinghui just left, and his body is still warm, and you are here to speak ill of him. He and you are not born of the same mother, but he is still your half brother. You slander him like this, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Fortunately, she came to see the old man, otherwise she would not know that this bastard was so impatient. Before Jinghui's body was even cold, he was slandering him behind his back.

Mo Jingchen frowned: "Auntie, that's not what I meant." What he wanted to say was that Mo Jinghui was not a good person before, but later he had gradually become better.

"That's not what you meant. What did you mean? My Jinghui is gone, and now you are the happiest person in the world. Now that he's gone, you can monopolize the Mo family and the company. You damn bastard, if you hadn't taken my Jinghui's shares, how could he have jumped off the building? It's all your fault."

Mrs. Cha accused Mo Jingchen in a sharp voice. The people who killed her son were, apart from that bitch Xiaoyun, the damn bastard in front of her.

Mo Jingchen's face darkened: "Auntie, don't talk nonsense, I have never forced Jinghui." He thought that Jinghui's death would make her reflect, but unexpectedly, she became even worse.

"I'm not talking nonsense. It was you, this bastard, who forced my son to death. Master, you have to stand up for our Jinghui and seek justice for him." Mrs. Cha came to Master Mo crying, her eyes revealing deep hatred for Mo Jingchen.

Her son is gone, and she will never let him have an easy life.

Mo Jingchen was afraid that Mr. Mo believed her words, and he couldn't help but get anxious: "Dad, believe me, this is definitely not the case. Jinghui came to ask me for help, and I didn't want to, but he knelt down and begged me, and I..."

When Mrs. Cha heard this, she immediately made a sharp sound and said angrily: "My Jinghui is the second young master of the Mo family. He has always had a strong sense of self-esteem. How could he kneel to you? In order to get away with it, you can even say such nonsense to slander him. Are you still a human being?"

Mr. Mo frowned: "Madam, my father is still lying in a coma on the hospital bed. Please stop making noise, okay?" He had just lost his son, and his father was in a coma again. He was very sad and heartbroken. He was already exhausted, but she refused to calm down.

Mrs. Cha refused to give in and continued to cry, "Master, I knew you were biased. Our Jinghui is not as capable as Jingchen, but he is also your son. He has been killed by someone, and you don't help him get justice. You are on the side of the murderer. Are you worthy of our Jinghui? I..."

"That's enough." Mr. Mo, who was usually silent, suddenly roared, raised his hand, and slapped Mrs. Cha on the face, saying angrily, "Jinghui is dead, I thought you would reflect on yourself to some extent, but I didn't expect you to make it worse. Our Mo family is already in chaos enough, are you going to kill my father too before you let it go?"

The old man was in a coma due to excessive shock, and she was making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace. If the old man heard it, he would be furious to death.

Everyone in the ward was stunned by Mr. Mo's slap.

Mrs. Cha put her hand over her face that he had slapped. Her red and swollen eyes were filled with tears of grief and incomprehension. She looked at him in disbelief, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Master..."

Mr. Mo looked at her with grief, and accused her sternly: "How did Jinghui die? You killed him. You don't reflect on yourself, and you put the blame on others. I have always neglected to discipline him. You spoiled him and pampered him. He has been lawless since he was a child, always causing trouble. You don't guide him to be good and teach him how to be a good person. What else can you do besides spending money to help him clean up the mess?"

Mrs. Cha was beaten and scolded by him. She felt so wronged that tears kept falling from her eyes. She choked and said, "My son is not mine alone. You also have a share. You didn't blame me before, but now that my son is dead, you blame me."

Mr. Mo was also in tears, and said sadly: "You and I should bear great responsibility for Jinghui's death. We can't blame others. It has nothing to do with Jingchen, let alone outsiders. I am tired. In addition to handling Jinghui's funeral and taking good care of my father, I really don't want to see any more quarrels. If you still refuse to stop, for the sake of family harmony, I can only divorce you."

Hearing the word "divorce", Mrs. Cha's head suddenly buzzed and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. She stared at him in horror: "Master, what did you say? You...you want to divorce me?"

Mo Jingchen was also very surprised. Back then, Master Mo believed the slander of this woman and drove his mother away. Unexpectedly, he wanted to divorce her now. He looked at Mrs. Cha's shocked and unbelievable expression, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He felt a little happy in his heart. He would have to pay back what he owed his mother sooner or later.

Mr. Mo raised his hand, slowly wiped the tears from his face, and said word by word: "Don't think that I don't know anything about what you did. If you cause trouble again, I will divorce you. I can do what I say."

After Master Mo finished speaking, he walked outside with a dark face. A virtuous wife brings less trouble to the husband, while a bad wife brings trouble to the husband. He had tolerated her for a long time because she gave birth to a son. Now that his son is gone, he doesn't need to tolerate her anymore.

"Master, how could you do this to me, Master..." Looking at Master Mo's heartless back as he left, Mrs. Cha's legs went weak and she fell to the ground. The tears on her face dried up, but new tears appeared.

Her son died and her husband came to divorce her. Both of them were heartbreaking.

Mo Jingchen looked at her miserable and miserable appearance and sneered in his heart. He hoped that Mr. Mo was serious. Madam Cha was vicious and this was how she should be dealt with.