1. Threat

On Christmas Eve, December 24th, snow fell from the sky, and a biting wind swept through the air. Mo Yu in a plain white robe stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of her study. The snow had already covered the lawn outside, and even the asphalt road in the distance was almost invisible.

Today is Mo Yu's 24th birthday, but it is also her father's seventh day after his death. This is probably the most painful birthday she has ever had.

On the desk not far away, there was a stack of photos. The two people in the photos looked very well-matched. The man was handsome and calm, while the woman was beautiful and charming. But such photos deeply pierced Mo Yu's heart.

Mo Yu looked at her phone. After these few days, she had made a very important decision.

Mo Yu took out her phone and dialed a number that she feared would be etched in her memory forever.

Beep beep beep...

Mò Yǔ patiently waited, but her heart pounded with fear because she didn't know if this was another unanswered call.

"Hello? Who is this?"

On the phone, a voice came through. Mo Yu's heart skipped a beat, but then she let out a knowing smile. Wasn't this exactly what she had expected?

Mo Yu sneered and refused to speak to the person on the other end of the line. The person probably realized that Mo Yu wasn't responding, so they passed the phone to the owner. However, Mo Yu still heard a disheartening remark.

"Zi Chen, whose phone is this? How did you get such a strange note?"

"A nobody, MoMo, go make me a cup of coffee."

On the phone, a long-awaited voice came through, but it was different from what Mo Yu remembered.

Mo Yu's voice had always been that kind of cold, to the point of being chilling. But the voice on the phone now was something she'd never heard before—warmth.

What's up?

Just as Mo Yu was distracted, a cold and somewhat irritable voice came from the phone.

Hearing this, Mo Yu let out a cold smile. It turned out that this man wasn't ignorant of warmth; he just wasn't worthy of it.

Xiao Zichen, come back tonight, I have something important to tell you.

"Mo Yu, there's nothing much to say between us. If you have something, just find Liu Mingyu."

The man called Xiao Zi Chen, every character in his name carried a chill and disdain for Mo Yu. However, Mo Yu seemed to have grown accustomed to it.

Xiao Zichen, if you don't want me to make Miss Jiang the target of everyone's scorn as a mistress, be at my house by five tonight.

Mo Yu knew this man's ribs too well.

"You, you're threatening me."

It could be heard that Xiao Zichen on the phone was very angry, but Mo Yu wasn't afraid at all. This had already become their pattern for getting along this year.

"You're saying it's true then! During his father-in-law's funeral, the CEO of a certain group secretly met with a famous designer at an apartment. Xiao Zi Chen, what do you think of this headline? Oh, by the way, also, the CEO didn't attend his father-in-law's seventh day memorial service, but instead was spotted having a rendezvous with a famous designer at a hotel. Those reporters must be very interested."

Mo Yu spoke in a calm voice, as if all of this had nothing to do with her.

"Enough, Mo Yu, you're asking for death."

These were enough to inflame Xiao Zichen's anger. If Mo Yu were in front of him right now, Xiao Zichen might even have the heart to kill.

Unlike Xiao Zichen's anger, Mo Yu remained calm throughout.

"Xiao Zichen, you should be very clear that I, Mo Yu, can do anything. Back then, I could make Jiang Mo Yao leave the city, and today, I can also make your reputation tarnished. Don't forget, who is your wife."

"Mo Yu, don't forget how you got this position. Every time you remind me, it only makes me sick of you."

The fierceness of Xiao Zichen's words speaks volumes about how much he hates Mo Yu.

“What can you do, Xiao Zichen, no matter how disgusting you are, the wife column on your marriage certificate can only be my Mo Yu's name. You can be Jiang Mo Yao, and I can still make that shameful mistress feel humiliated in minutes. Xiao Zichen, I’m still saying the same thing, tonight, I want to see you at home, or tomorrow, the city's major newspapers will receive a colorful gift.”

After finishing her words, Mo Yu didn't give Xiao Zi Chen a chance to speak and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Not until then did Mo Yu realize his hand was trembling.

Mo Yu chuckled wryly, then her nose tingled and tears streamed down her face.

These days, even when she received the news of her father's death, Mo Yu didn't shed a single tear. For these seven days, Mo Yu has been bravely facing all the guests who came to offer condolences, knowing that in front of these people, tears are the most useless.

Now, hiding in a place where no one can see him, because of that phone call just now, because of the photos on his desk, Mo Yu can no longer pretend.

Knock, knock, knock......

At this time, the study door was pushed open and a woman of about fifty walked in, holding a document in her hand.

"Miss, this is the file sent by Assistant Jiang."

Mo Yu turned her back to the person approaching, afraid that the woman would worry, so she didn't turn around. She softly said,

"Mom Wu, put it on the table!"

Wu Ma didn't seem to hear anything unusual, and then she walked over to the desk. When she saw the photos on the table, she was taken aback.

"Miss, your uncle..."

Wu Ma looked on with worry at Mo Yu.

These days, Mo Yu has been busy with her father's funeral. She hasn't had much rest and hasn't been eating much, so she has visibly lost weight.

"Mom Wu, I'm fine, you can go out first! Prepare more dishes for dinner, Zi Chen will be back."

Auntie Wu was doubtful. Her nephew-in-law hadn't come back for a meal in ages. Was he really coming back today?

But since Miss has given this order, I shall obey.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Mo Yu turned her head back, with tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes. The file bag lay quietly on the desk, and she knew exactly what was inside. That's also the reason why Xiao Zi Chen had to come back today.

Beside the bag, there is a photo of Mo Yu and her father. Now, she can only cherish her father through photographs.

"Father, you should respect my decision, shouldn't you? Or is Father so wise that he guessed the outcome long ago? Am I foolish, stubbornly clinging to it? But rest assured, it won't happen again."

After that, Mo Yu put the file away, glanced at the photos attached to it, and finally threw them all into the shredder. No matter how excessive these two people were, Mo Yu still had feelings for this man in her heart.

Even though Mo Yu wouldn't receive even a shred of pity from this man, she couldn't bear to let him have even a speck of blemish.

Mo Yu looked at these photos, bit by bit being shattered, and suddenly smiled.

"Father, I finally understand, it's truly not a one-person game."

(Editor in charge：comedy romantic novels)