Chapter 348: Chapter 348

The Leng Family’s old residence was rather lively at the moment. Zeng Qiuping had just stepped out to take a call, and none of the people sitting on the sofa could have guessed that she would bring Leng Mohao in with her.

Mrs. Leng let out a cold snort and ignored him. After committing such disgraceful acts, Mr. Leng Sr. had issued orders time and again forbidding his entry. Yet here he was, daring to show up during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Leng Qiankai’s expression was dark. Every time he thought about John being his son, his anger surged uncontrollably!

Leng Qianhan’s lips moved, but no words came out. After all, this was his own son. He had hit him, scolded him—what else could he do now that their relationship resembled that of sworn enemies?

The disgraceful deeds Leng Mohao had done ultimately needed his father to clean up the mess. How could he possibly swallow down this resentment?

Leng Mochen’s eyes were glued to Leng Mohao as if against his own will. That familiar spine-chilling numbness was back again, and he felt an urgent desire to resist, but it was futile. What on earth was wrong with him?

Leng Mohao looked at his grandfather, who was seated in the main spot on the sofa. He bowed respectfully and said, "Grandpa! It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I came to visit you. Wishing you a happy holiday!" After speaking, he placed the gifts he had brought on the coffee table.

Leng Mohao looked outwardly the same as before, but a fleeting gleam of malice flashed through his lowered eyes.

Mr. Leng Sr. angrily pointed his finger at him and roared, "Who told you to come here? Old Xu, throw away his things!"

Just as his health had started to improve, Leng Mohao—this source of irritation—had to show up before him. Was he trying to infuriate him to death to find peace of mind?

He shot a fierce glare at Zeng Qiuping, who had followed in after him. He hadn’t even settled accounts with them yet, and here they were, rushing to stir up trouble.

Moments earlier, when gathering his sons and grandsons in the study, the conversation had revolved around dealing with the issue of Leng Mohao. Who would have thought this brat would show up uninvited?

Zeng Qiuping looked apprehensively at the old man, who was blowing his beard and glaring with rage. Nervously, she tugged at Leng Mohao’s sleeve and whispered, "Mohao, forget it. Wait until your grandpa feels better before coming back!"

Just earlier, when she had taken the phone call outside and encountered Mohao, he had insisted on coming in. She genuinely didn’t want her son to enter at this moment; it was obvious that the old man’s anger hadn’t subsided!

But Mohao said he simply wanted to see his grandfather. No matter what the outside world said, he was, after all, the eldest grandson of the Leng Family. Even during normal days, he could let it go, but not during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Avoiding his grandfather today would be unjustifiable.

With so many eyes on them, Zeng Qiuping thought he had a point. They couldn’t avoid visiting out of fear of being scolded; otherwise, people could even fabricate worse stories about her son.

Recently, a particular newspaper had inexplicably latched onto reporting about Mohao, and not once did it speak of anything admirable. Instead, it only exposed his shameful deeds.

What was their goal? To push someone to their death?

Leng Mohao shook off Zeng Qiuping’s hand and stubbornly gave another bow to the old man. With a serious expression, he said, "Grandpa, I know you might be very angry at me for coming, but some truths you cannot remain in the dark about.

Indeed, I’ve made mistakes, but was it necessary to let the whole world know? These scandals didn’t just humiliate me; they also tarnished the Leng Family’s name.

And all of this—every single bit—Leng Mochen knew about it.

Ask him yourself! Were those videos not arranged by him and then spread online?"

Although Leng Mohao didn’t have concrete evidence, the identical location and the links to the Xu Family hotel were enough reason for him to suspect this was all Leng Mochen’s handiwork. The most update n0vels are published on novel·fiɾe·net

Mrs. Leng erupted on the spot. "You shameless wretch! You still have the audacity to say this? Giving our Mochen a green hat, fathering a bastard to deceive us—do you expect us to thank you?

Even if it was Mochen who did it, so what? Serves you right! Those things should have been exposed! Let everyone see and make you lose face properly! Ugh, you make me so angry I could explode!"

Mr. Leng Sr. shot Mrs. Leng a stern look to silence her before snorting coldly. "Let me ask you this: In one of those videos, wasn’t one of the men you?"

Even if it was Leng Mochen’s doing, could you blame him? He was pushed to the limit!

Leng Mohao had slept with his ex-girlfriend, handed him a green hat, and then tried to make him raise a child who wasn’t his. What kind of humiliation was that? What man could endure such shame?

If it were himself, he might have been driven to kill.

And yet, Leng Mohao shamelessly and brazenly talked . Did he even have any dignity left?

Leng Mohao choked on his words; he couldn’t deny that point.

"Grandpa... I... let me explain!" His eyes darted around, searching for something to say.

But Mr. Leng Sr. pressed on mercilessly. "And another thing—don’t treat everyone like fools. If you used your scheming for something proper, would I have hesitated to give the Leng Family to you?

Enough! I don’t want to see you anymore. Leave! From this moment on, you are not allowed to step foot in the Leng Family’s home. I don’t have a grandson like you!"

"Dad!" Zeng Qiuping cried out in disbelief. If there were no connection between Mohao and the Leng Family, then what would become of her family? How could it come to this? Clearly, the one suffering the most now was Mohao!

"Grandpa!" Leng Mohao called out, his face darkening. How could this be? He had only tried to tell his grandfather the truth, yet he was met with such treatment. Was Leng Mochen truly so perfect? Was he so worthy of this kind of protection?

He looked furiously at Leng Mochen, who had been silent and kept his head down the entire time. Something about him was off today—he seemed strange, unfamiliar yet familiar.

Leng Qiankai and Mrs. Leng had been watching in silence. Neither said a word. Mrs. Leng felt a wicked sense of satisfaction, while Mr. Leng thought that saying anything would be inappropriate—he might as well treat it as a show.

Both turned their tense gazes to Mochen, feeling nervous. It was obvious that Mohao was humiliating himself today. All the efforts he had made in the past to hurt Mochen had left such deep scars that they feared the wounds being reopened might break him.

They also feared that he might say or do something drastic, but fortunately, he kept his head down, giving no indication of wanting to act.

Mr. Leng Sr. felt as if his heart was starting to falter again—purely from anger. Annoyed, he waved his hand impatiently. "Leave! And you, eldest daughter-in-law, leave too!"

Zeng Qiuping couldn’t hold back her tears, crying loudly. What was this? All this over such a matter—they wanted to drive her and her son out of the Leng Family?

She turned her gaze to Leng Qianhan. "Qianhan, say something!"

At times , was pride really more important than their son?

Leng Qianhan remained silent. His chest felt tight, as though his heart was being squeezed. This family, once so perfectly whole—how had it come to this?

He hadn’t wished for things to go this far, but the old man’s words made it clear just how furious he was.

Disappointment glimmered in Leng Mohao’s eyes as he pulled his gaze away from Leng Qianhan, gritting his molars until his jaw tightened. He turned to Mr. Leng Sr. and said bitterly, "I refuse! Grandpa, why do you treat me ? Is he, Leng Mochen, the only grandson you have while I’m not?

Ever since his car accident, you’ve favored him even more. Do you know how much I’ve wished it was me who had been in that accident, me lying in the hospital bed? Would that have made you notice me?"

"Mohao! That’s enough!" Zeng Qiuping cried out in panic, seeing Mr. Leng Sr.’s face grow increasingly dark. She grabbed her son’s hand to stop him from continuing.

The old man had just started recovering—he couldn’t afford to get angry or worked up! She deeply regretted not stopping Mohao from coming today. If only she had, their relationship wouldn’t have become this strained!

Leng Qianhan looked ready to reprimand Mohao physically, but before he could take a step, Leng Mochen, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly raised his head. He curled his lips into a cold smile and sneered, "Car accident? You have the nerve to bring up the car accident here?"

Everyone present immediately sensed something off about his expression. His demeanor now carried an inexplicable air of danger, something eerie and out of place.

Leng Mohao finally realized what had been bothering him—yes, it was that exact smirk. Since Leng Mochen had woken up from his vegetative state, he hadn’t displayed that iconic expression—the signature smirk of the old Leng Mochen.

His heart sank in alarm. Could it be that Leng Mochen had remembered everything? That his memory had fully returned?

No, it couldn’t be. Earlier, when he entered, Leng Mochen’s face had looked calm and indifferent. What was happening now?

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