One Night Love: Huo Shao indulges in pampering

Looking at the old man's pale face full of anxiety, Mr. Mo knew that he had not yet gotten over the predicament of Mo Jinghui's death, and tears of grief almost fell out.

He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes. Not wanting to irritate him any further, he had to say something else to change the subject: "Dad, I have good news to tell you."

The old man's eyes were a little cloudy and his face was pale. He looked old and weak, but his temper was very stubborn: "I want to see Jinghui, bring him here quickly, I miss him."

Mr. Mo resisted the urge to cry and forced himself to calm down: "Dad, Jinghui is busy. When he is not busy, I will ask him to come and see you."

The old man opened his eyes wide and stared at him. Tears started to flow down his cheeks as he stared at him. He cried out in agony, "You lied to me. Jinghui will never come to see me again. You lied to me..."

Mr. Mo couldn't hold back his tears. He knelt down in front of the old man's bed and cried bitterly, "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm useless and you lost a grandson. I didn't want to lie to you, but you just had the operation and I already lost a son. I really don't want anything to happen to you."

This time, the fact that Mo Jinghui was in trouble was really confirmed. The old man couldn't help but burst into tears: "Jinghui..."

Mrs. Cha's eyes were also red, with tears welling up in them. Ever since Mo Jinghui's accident, she had almost cried herself blind. She stepped forward and comforted the old man sadly: "Grandpa, you have to take care of yourself. Jinghui doesn't want to see you so sad for him."

The old man was very distressed. When he saw Madam Cha coming forward, a trace of anger appeared on his grief-stricken face: "It was you...it was you who killed Jinghui...it was you who forced him to death..."

Mrs. Cha was sad and aggrieved: "Master, Jinghui is my son. I treat him as my sweetheart. How could I harm him?"

"It's you who harmed him... cough cough... he did something wrong... you didn't educate him... you only indulged him... cough cough cough... when something happened... you only forced him... forced him to jump off the building... he was still so young... it wasn't him who should die... it was you..." The old man coughed and angrily accused Mrs. Tea.

Seeing that he was almost unable to breathe, Master Mo could not help but anxiously follow his breath: "Dad, don't be so angry, be careful of your body, you can't bear it."

Mrs. Cha was scolded by him, tears dripping down her face, and she cried in pain: "I don't want this, I just want to do good for him, everything I do is for him."

"You still dare to say that you didn't do it for him, you did it for yourself. I shouldn't have agreed to let you in. I shouldn't have agreed. This is retribution, retribution..."

The old man clenched his fist and pounded it on the bed, saying in grief, "Why don't you take revenge on me? Why do you take my grandson away? He is still so young and has a bright future ahead of him. I would rather be the one to die, cough cough cough..."

The old man was so sad and heartbroken that before he could finish his words, he became out of breath and started coughing violently, with tears covering his old face.

"Dad, calm down, don't be so excited. You just had a heart surgery, you can't be so emotional. I beg you, Dad, please be kind and take care of yourself." Master Mo was almost scared to death when he saw him like this. He knelt beside his bed and begged desperately.

Mrs. Cha was also scared when she saw him like this. If the old man died like this, everyone would blame her and scold her for angering the old man to death. She could not afford this crime.

Her knees softened, and she knelt down in front of the bed, crying with deep regret: "Grandpa, I was wrong. All the sins should be borne by me. Please don't let your anger ruin your health."

Seeing Mr. Mo and Madam Cha kneeling in front of the bed, Xiaoyun stood there at a loss. What should she do now?

The old man didn't even look at them. He turned away, tears streaming down his face, and called out Mo Jinghui's name in pain: "Jinghui...how could you bear to let grandpa die young...how could you bear to..."

Mrs. Cha saw that he was immersed in grief. She stood up, took Xiaoyun's hand, walked forward and said, "Grandpa, although Jinghui is gone, he left a posthumous child for us. Xiaoyun is pregnant with his child, and there is a good chance that it will be a boy."

The old man, who was originally heartbroken, suddenly brightened up after hearing her words. He slowly turned his head and looked at Xiaoyun, and the corners of his mouth moved: "Is she serious?"

Xiaoyun was somewhat in awe of the old man in front of her. Although he was sick in bed, his aura was still shocking. She nodded and said timidly, "Old man, what the lady said is true. I am pregnant with Jinghui's child, but I don't know whether it is a boy or..."

Mrs. Cha's face darkened, and she quickly pulled her back, interrupting her: "Old man, I have a feeling that this baby must be a boy, and Xiaoyun will definitely leave Jinghui with an heir."

This Xiaoyun really doesn't understand the ways of the world. She says all kinds of things, such as what to say and what not to say. It seems like she needs to be disciplined, or she won't lose her way as a human being.

The old man's expression was originally full of grief, but he finally calmed down a little and looked at Xiaoyun: "Xiaoyun, Jinghui is gone, and you are still required to give birth to the child. This is too difficult for you."

She is still so young. If she loses Jinghui, she can still find a better man. Letting her stay in the Mo family and have children would be a waste of her time.

Xiaoyun immediately shook her head, reached out and touched her still flat belly, her eyes red, she choked up and said, "Grandpa, please don't say that. This child is a gift from Jinghui to me. No matter how difficult it is, I will definitely give birth to the child."

"Well, it's rare that you have such a heart. If Jinghui knew about this, he would rest in peace." The old man said, and his eyes fell on Madam Cha. He said seriously, "You should make amends for your sins in the future, take good care of Xiaoyun, and let her give birth to the baby smoothly."

Seeing that his expression had eased, Mrs. Cha nodded hurriedly and said, "Don't worry, old man. I have arranged for Xiaoyun to move into the house to take care of the baby. I will take good care of her and will not let anything happen to her or the child."

The old man frowned and said worriedly, "As for Bosi..." Qiao Bosi had given birth to a child, and he let her move back to the Mo family because of their past relationship. Now Xiaoyun wanted to move in, and Qiao Bosi would definitely not be happy about it. He was worried that they would have conflicts.

The most important thing now is to save the baby in Xiaoyun's belly. If it is a boy, Jinghui will have a successor.

"Don't worry, old man. I will keep an eye on Bai Si and won't let her do anything rash. I promise that I will take good care of Xiaoyun and won't let anything happen to her." Mrs. Cha said solemnly.

The old man snorted and said unhappily: "If your promise is effective, Jinghui will be fine."

His words hurt Mrs. Tea's heart again. She lowered her head and tears rolled down her face again.

The old man sighed softly and said weakly: "I'm tired, I want to rest, you guys go back." He had just finished surgery and was already very weak. Coupled with Mo Jinghui's sad expression, he felt even worse.

"Grandpa, I'll take Xiaoyun back and settle her down first. When you're in better spirits, I'll bring her to see you." Mrs. Cha said in a hoarse voice, wiping the tears from her face with a tissue.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, his face shrouded in a lingering sadness, and his mind kept recalling all kinds of things about Mo Jinghui. When he was a child, he was a cute little boy who was loved by everyone, and he loved holding him and playing with him the most. He watched him grow up, and also watched him become bad. Under the doting of Mrs. Cha, he became an uneducated and unskilled dandy.

Every time he wanted to teach him a lesson, Mrs. Cha would always rush out to admit her mistake and help him block it.

If he had not been so soft-hearted at the beginning and had been able to discipline his grandson properly, perhaps he would not have embarked on this path of no return today. They, as adults, are all responsible for Mo Jinghui's death.

"Jinghui." The old man murmured his name, tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

Mr. Mo knelt in front of the bed. Seeing how sad he was, he didn't dare to move or try to persuade him. He just silently accompanied him in his sadness.

Mrs. Cha took Xiaoyun out of the hospital and sat in the car. She looked at Xiaoyun and frowned and said, "Xiaoyun, when you see the old man in the future, you have to learn what to say and what not to say. Do you understand?"

Xiaoyun's nerves immediately tensed up. She bit her lip slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "I understand."

"The old man already has a great-granddaughter, and he is looking forward to a great-grandson. From now on, you can't mention girls in front of him, you can only mention boys." Mrs. Cha's tone was a little stern.

Xiaoyun nodded slightly and said humbly, "I understand."

Madam Cha looked at her, and seeing how nervous she was, she softened her tone and said, "Xiao Yun, you have to understand that our Mo family is not an ordinary family. We really have a throne to inherit, so you must give birth to a son, and never mention giving birth to a daughter."

Only sons have the right to inherit the Mo family's huge fortune. Now that Jinghui is gone, the baby in her belly is the only trump card, and it must be a son.

"I understand." Xiaoyun couldn't help feeling uneasy when she saw her being so strict and persistent. She reached out and touched her belly, feeling bitter in her heart. If Jinghui was still giving birth, he would definitely think that no matter whether it was a boy or a girl, as long as it was the fruit of their two lives, he would definitely like it.

Mrs. Cha wiped the corners of her eyes with a tissue, unable to hide her sorrow: "My Jinghui died tragically, and the one who killed him was that bastard Mo Jingchen. From now on, he will be our enemy, you are sure of that."

Mo Jinghui chose to jump off the building because he couldn't bear the pressure. His death had nothing to do with Mo Jingchen. Xiaoyun wanted to refute, but seeing that her expression was both sad and angry, she didn't dare to say anything. She just nodded slightly to indicate that she understood.

Mrs. Cha welcomed Xiaoyun back to the Mo family, and the most angry person was Qiao Bosi.

The old man had originally planned to hold a full-month banquet for his daughter when she was one month old, but with the death of Mo Jinghui, the full-month banquet was canceled. And Madam Cha took Xiaoyun back to the Mo family, which was clearly a blatant betrayal to her.

As soon as Mrs. Cha settled Xiaoyun down, Qiao Bosi came over to find trouble.

When Xiaoyun saw her, a look of horror immediately appeared on her face, and she looked at her defensively: "Second Young Master's Madam, why are you here?" She knew that Qiao Bosi had ill intentions towards her, so she didn't dare to be careless at all.

"Why, I can't come?" Qiao Bosi rolled his eyes at her, looked around the house, and said sarcastically, "You must be very happy to live in such a big and spacious house. You are really capable of turning from a pheasant into a phoenix."

Xiaoyun stood aside with her hands protecting her belly, and said lightly: "Jinghui just passed away. Even if you let me be the queen, I will not be happy." If possible, she doesn't want all this. She only wants Jinghui, she just wants him to come back.

Qiao Bosi raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically: "It's not enough for a pheasant to become a phoenix, you also want to be a queen. You are very ambitious. I wonder if you can give birth to a son."

Xiaoyun saw that she was deliberately misinterpreting her words, so she didn't want to explain: "Madam hopes that I can give birth to a son."

"She wants you to give birth to a son, don't you want that too?" Qiao Bosi sneered.

Xiaoyun lowered her head, gently stroked her abdomen with her palm, and her voice became a little softer: "This is the gift Jinghui left for me. Whether it is a boy or a girl, I will love it as if it were my life."

"If you give birth to a daughter, you will be of no use to me. My mother-in-law will definitely kick you out of the Mo family." Fortunately, she still has the old man's support, otherwise she would never be able to set foot in the Mo family again.

Xiaoyun said calmly, "Madam Second Young Master, you don't have to be so scared. I have never thought of taking anything away from you. Jinghui is gone, and everything is nothing but clouds to me."

Being seen through by her, Qiao Bosi couldn't help but feel a little angry. She rushed to her front with a ferocious look on her face and gritted her teeth: "You speak better than you sing. Don't pretend to be noble. You moved in just to become the second young master's wife of the Mo family. I tell you, I won't give it to you."

As long as she doesn't sign the divorce agreement, she will still be the second young master's wife of the Mo family, and no one can replace her.

"Calm down, I don't think so at all." She looked so fierce that Xiaoyun was afraid that she would attack her, so she quickly took two steps back and kept a distance from her.

"If you didn't think so, you wouldn't have moved in. You still want to fool me." Looking at her cautious look, Qiao Bosi couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, and then signaled Xiaowei beside him with his eyes, asking her to push Xiaoyun.

Xiao Wei stood there and was immediately frightened when she saw the instructions Qiao Bosi gave her. A look of horror appeared on her face and she shook her head slightly.

When Qiao Bosi saw that she actually disobeyed his order, a sinister look immediately covered his face. He glared at Xiao Wei viciously. This damn girl was really unreasonable. She couldn't even do the smallest thing. She wanted to die.

Under her high-pressure gaze, Xiaowei's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. She looked at Xiaoyun, her heart in turmoil. If Xiaoyun didn't obey Qiao Bosi's orders, she would definitely punish her, but she really didn't want to hurt anyone.