Villain: Forced to accept a marriage contract at the beginning

Not long after Zhu Chi left, Zhu Mo toasted a glass of wine at the banquet and left first on the grounds of dealing with the family's internal affairs.

Walking the path alone into the study in the main house.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the study, moonlight spilled from the crack of the door.

In the study stood several masked Mo Wei who had been waiting for a long time.

Now Zhu Mo has more than the Jingwei group in his hands.

He became the Patriarch, but he didn't intend to incorporate Mo Wei into the Jingwei Group.

Bian Lin, the current team leader of the Jingwei team, is utterly devoted to him, so there is no need to embarrass him by placing some of Mo Wei's past newcomers.

As long as Bian Lin is loyal, there is absolutely no need to worry about problems within the Jingwei team.

After all, he has been number one for decades, and no one can shake his prestige and status in the Jingwei group.

"Homeowner!"

All the Mo guards shouted to Zhu Mo respectfully.

Zhu Mo nodded slightly, walked into the study and sat on the leather chair behind the desk.

The moonlight fell into the room through the window lattice, shining on Zhu Mo's handsome face.

His face was extremely indifferent, as if carved out of ice, without a trace of warmth.

After pondering for a moment, Zhu Mo made up his mind and slowly opened his mouth: "Zhou Lu."

Zhou Lu stepped forward and stood by Zhu Mo's side, bowing slightly: "Patriarch."

"Get someone to prepare the obituary immediately."

"Eh?"

Zhou Lu had question marks on his face, but he didn't understand Zhu Mo's meaning, so he asked in a daze, "Obituary? Whose..."

"Zhu Chi from the Zhu family in Tianjing was framed to death by the Wen family tonight. The funeral ceremony will be held tomorrow. I hereby announce the obituary." There was no trace of joking in Zhu Mo's voice.

Not only Zhou Lu was shocked for a while, but even the other Mo Wei were also confused.

Isn't Zhu Chi still alive and well?

Why did the patriarch publish Zhu Chi's obituary, saying that Zhu Chi was framed to death by the Wen family.

While everyone was still in deep doubt, Zhu Mo continued: "In addition, I will send a message to the Wen family in my name tomorrow morning."

"Kill my second brother, and I will make the Wen family pay the price. The Zhu family and the Wen family will be at odds with each other tomorrow morning, and they will never stop dying."

"Yes! Patriarch. I'll do it right away." Zhou Lu nodded and agreed.

With a brainstorm, he couldn't hold back his doubts after all: "It's just how could the second master be killed by the Wen family?"

Under the hazy moonlight, a sneer appeared on Zhu Mo's frosty face, and he said in a cold voice, "Go and release the news that Zhu Chi is going to kill Wen Hanqiao to the Wen family."

"There will definitely be conflicts between them. Your task is to keep Zhu Chi and Wen Hanqiao alive."

"Yes!" The Mo guards understood what Zhu Mo meant, and disappeared into the study after responding.

The eyes of Zhu Mo who stayed behind were cold, and a hand was caressing his mouth thoughtfully.

...

late at night.

Wen Zhong, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by his subordinates rushing in in a hurry.

"Patriarch, it's not good!"

This subordinate's eyes were scarlet with fright, his face was pale, and he looked terribly frightened.

Wen Zhong, who was dreaming, was so frightened that he trembled all over. He dragged his fat body to get up and viciously kicked over the subordinates who came in.

Wen Zhong, who is usually gentle and gentle, is very angry about getting up. What he hates most is being disturbed by others in his sleep.

Whoever woke him, save his precious daughters, greeted him with a storm of rage.

He kept cursing in his mouth: "Damn it, I was almost scared to death by you in my dream."

"What happened to dare you to break into my bedroom? Damn, what are the people guarding outside doing?"

Furious, Wen Zhong yelled at the top of his voice: "Butler Liu! If you don't give me an explanation, I'll let you pack up and leave today!"

As soon as he shouted, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Dazzling light came in from outside the door, just when Wen Zhong just wanted to reprimand angrily why he had to turn on the light at night, he suddenly paused.

Because at this moment, a crowd of black and white people was gathered outside the door.

Among them are the old-timers of the Wen family who struggled to stand up and walk.

Unless it is the Wen family's ancestor worship, or a super-large event, these seniors should stay in the nursing home built by the Wen family to live up to their old age.

How would it appear here?

Even his wife, who had been separated from him for a long time, was standing in front of the door, covering her nose with a handkerchief, sobbing softly.

"Huh? Why are there so many people gathered outside..."

A trace of uneasiness flashed across Wen Zhong's fat face, and his heartbeat couldn't help but start to speed up.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

"What are you yelling about, you bitch?"

"What's the matter? Tell me!" Wen Zhong picked up his subordinate who was paralyzed on the ground and yelled.

"Patriarch...you must hold on."

The subordinate avoided Wen Zhong's eyes, and said with a sob, "Miss Hanqiao... was killed by Zhu Chi."

"what?"

Wen Zhong suddenly had a splitting headache, and suddenly felt dizzy.

It happened so suddenly...

Furious, he was trembling with anger, and yelled through gritted teeth: "Get me a car, I'm going to Zhu's house to ask Zhu Mo for an explanation!"

"Oh...no need. Xiao Zhong... think about how to escape."

At this time, an old voice interrupted the angry Wen Zhong.

An old man who looked seventy years old walked in with a cane and dragged his two not very agile legs.