Chapter 387: Chapter 387

Li Si had just finished a sumptuous lunch. Afraid of indigestion afterward, she leisurely strolled back and forth in her office.

Gently caressing her belly, a tender smile spread across her face.

The child was due to be born in about two months. She now felt like her stomach was growing as rapidly as blowing up a balloon. If not for the consistently normal prenatal checkups, many people might have thought she looked as if she was due anytime.

At this moment, she was already deliberating whether to opt for a natural birth or a C-section.

Li Si herself was uncertain. Ideally, she wanted to give birth naturally, but she worried about the potential difficulty if the baby turned out to be too large, resulting in suffering twice.

Leng Mochen watched Li Si with affection, his face calm and joyful. Her rosy complexion and sparkling eyes were clear indications of her health and happiness.

This was perfect! He hoped that the original owner of Leng Mochen’s soul wouldn’t return until after she had delivered the baby.

At least, this way, they could avoid unpredictable dangers.

There were things he hadn’t disclosed to Li Si. Recently, fluctuations from the soul of Leng Mochen’s original owner had become increasingly frequent—happening every few days—and each time, he could distinctly sense the opposing soul power growing stronger.

He fought hard to suppress and resist!

Li Si paced back and forth several times before feeling a bit tired. She looked up just in time to catch his thoughtful expression. "What are you pondering?"

Lately, he often acted this way—staring at her for long stretches without saying anything when asked!

She had a guess in her heart that perhaps it was the commotion from Leng Mochen’s original soul again. However, since he didn’t want her to know, she pretended to be unaware.

Leng Mochen adjusted his expression. "Thinking about you and our son!" he said, then reached out for her with a smile.

She walked over to him, tilted her head seriously, and examined him. "I don’t believe you! Someone told me before—are you conspiring with Brother Wu on something?"

Su Meng had mentioned it to her in a phone call, saying that Long Wu had recently started smoking again and had been secretly scheming something with Leng Mochen.

She even asked Li Si if she knew anything about it.

Leng Mochen affectionately tapped her nose. "Nothing escapes your spies! Sure, Long Wu and I made a deal together! Once we make money, I’ll buy something nice for you and our son!"

Li Si yawned disinterestedly. "As long as there’s no danger involved, it’s fine! I’m a bit sleepy—going to nap for a while!"

Her nap could easily last half the day.

Leng Mochen escorted her to the resting room, helped her remove her shoes, watched as Li Si curled up to sleep on her left side, and covered her with a light blanket. Quickly, she drifted off to sleep.

He chuckled and shook his head. She could fall asleep so fast.

Looking at his watch, there was still time before his meeting. Why not take a short nap himself?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, before he could act, there was a knock at the door.

Leng Mochen sighed and kissed her forehead. Business matters always had to come first.

"Come in!" Leng Mochen called. Upon seeing Jiang Feng step through the door with a gleam in his eye, he instantly knew the plan had succeeded!

Heizi held the results of the forensic analysis in his hands and immediately convened a meeting. The source of this content ɪs noveⅼfire.net

Everyone gathered all the evidence accumulated over the past few days to discuss and analyze the case.

The C City car accident case and the recent attempted kidnapping case shared a common link—Wang Dalei.

From the documents sent over by their colleagues in C City, they learned that several individuals identified by Wang Dalei as accomplices in the car accident case had all met untimely deaths.

Would it be accurate to classify this case as a malicious hit-and-run murder followed by silencing witnesses?

During the forensic submission process, Heizi had also included audio material involving Leng Mohao along with the tape handed over by Wang Dalei.

The results were astounding. Despite the voice alterations, after a series of analyses and comparisons—breaking down usable phrases into individual syllables and factoring in context, environment, and other elements—the forensic team identified the voice as belonging to Leng Mohao.

Immediately, they issued a summons for Leng Mohao to detain him for questioning.

However, when the staking team broke into Leng Mohao’s residence, they found it empty—no one was there. They had been surveilling him for days and hadn’t seen him leave the house today.

This made the team frustrated and disheartened. Even Heizi was furious and harshly reprimanded his subordinates for their incompetence.

A second team rushed to his company but again came up empty-handed. Where had he gone?

Where was Leng Mohao at that moment?

He stood on the top floor of Mo Si, glaring at Leng Mochen. He never imagined that the prime piece of land he had invested so much in would be locked down, forbidden from being touched for any reason for years.

How could he tolerate this when he was geared up to make a major move?

He had attempted to have Li Si abducted to threaten Leng Mochen—forcing him to pay billions in exchange—before possibly returning a woman shattered by the loss of her child or a lifeless corpse.

Perhaps, that’s how he could completely ruin Leng Mochen.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned; his scheme failed!

When he didn’t receive the signal from his collaborators, he knew the operation had failed.

Now, he worried that all his secrets might soon be exposed.

The final straw that broke his fragile nerves was the sudden, precipitous plummet of several of his stocks on the market.

The timing was entirely unexpected, catching him completely off guard.

Meanwhile, Leng Mochen sat comfortably atop the thriving Leng Group and Mo Si, with Mo Si holding ever-greater potential for growth.

Why did Leng Mochen deserve any of this?

He should have been dead years ago! If not for him, the Leng Family would surely have belonged to him. The old man wouldn’t have treated him with disdain and suppression at every turn.

His company, his livelihood—it was all ruined now.

And the culprit was about to become a father! Why did all the good fortune go to him?

Aware that people were silently monitoring him nearby, how could he not know?

So, he disguised himself carefully, finally escaping during a lapse in their vigilance to arrive here.

If he couldn’t thrive, then neither could Leng Mochen! If he were to perish, they would die together!

Standing before him now, Leng Mochen smirked wickedly as he took in Leng Mohao’s defeated and resentful expression. He was thoroughly pleased! Crushing him—leaving him utterly ruined—was a task well done!

During his dormant period, Leng Mochen hadn’t stopped considering reclaiming control of his body. But the original soul possessing immense soul power was unyielding, repeatedly overpowering him, leaving him no choice but to bide his time.

Gradually, however, he began to notice that the opposing soul power was waning.

When he learned about Leng Mohao’s impending downfall, his excitement soared—so much that he could hardly wait to seize control of the body. He started conserving his strength, preparing to strike decisively.

The opportunity came swiftly. The moment he received Leng Mohao’s call, he seized the chance and overwhelmed the other soul, regaining dominance of the body.

He was determined to watch Leng Mohao grovel, tearfully pleading before him—then ruthlessly crush everything Leng Mohao had underfoot.

"Leng Mohao, bet you didn’t see it coming, did you? Even you can have your day! Here’s the deal: just kowtow three times in front of me, and maybe I’ll consider helping you up!" ’Leng Mochen’ flicked at nonexistent dust on his sleeve, looking down on the bloodshot-eyed Leng Mohao with arrogance.

Leng Mohao’s veins bulged with fury. How could he endure such humiliation? He had come here today to ensure Leng Mochen’s misery. Now, more than ever, he was resolute in his decision.

Through gritted teeth, Leng Mohao spat, "Leng Mochen, dream on! I, Leng Mohao, would rather die than accept your charity!"

Everything Leng Mochen possessed came from the old man anyway. How dare he insult him ?

This was utterly intolerable—Leng Mohao angrily launched his fist toward Leng Mochen’s smug face...(To be continued. If you enjoyed this story, please visit qidian.com to cast your votes and support the author. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.com.)