Chapter 155: The Mo Family Has No One (3)

Mo Lan’s eyes turned cold as she finished listening. She trusted the Mo family’s inner circle implicitly, so she wondered who had leaked the news, allowing it to reach others so quickly. What a "loyal brother" he turned out to be. She wondered if these senior board members were planning to jump ship or if they were actually trying to seize control of the Mo family’s company.

"Are you senior board members in such a rush to jump ship, or are you planning a mutiny? I am not dead yet; how can you claim the Mo family has no one left? Tonight at 8:00 PM, I am calling a meeting for all key personnel at the company. I will be there, and I’ll take the opportunity to lay out some new rules. After the meeting, I’ll be treating you all to a meal." A flash of fury crossed Mo Lan’s eyes as she spoke. It seemed the Mo family had been feeding quite a few disobedient dogs and double-crossing traitors.

Upon hearing this, An Feng signaled with his eyes, asking if she needed his help. Mo Lan shook her head, hung up the phone immediately after hearing the other party’s response, and headed toward her room to change clothes, ready to properly deal with those old fossils.

Qian Yin was already in the room playing on her phone. Hearing the door open and seeing Mo Lan’s stern expression, she looked puzzled. "What is it now? What happened? It seems there really is no peace to be found."

Mo Lan ignored Qian Yin, opened her wardrobe, and began to rummage through it. She picked out a very fresh, youthful outfit that made her look like someone in need of protection.

Qian Yin watched Mo Lan’s actions from the sidelines. Although curious, she didn’t interrupt, choosing to wait and see what this "big sister" was up to.

Mo Lan quickly changed into the outfit. Once she stepped out, she truly looked like a young girl who had yet to step foot into the harsh real world. Qian Yin felt it was rather awkward; a police officer who was skilled in both literary and martial arts wearing such a delicate outfit looked incredibly strange.

"What are you planning to do, dress like this to flirt with boys? Bring me along!" Qian Yin couldn't help but burst into laughter as she said it.

"I’m going to clean up a bunch of double-crossing traitors. Interested?" Although Mo Lan spoke with great authority, she felt uncertain inside. After all, those old men were seasoned veterans; compared to her, a novice, they were far more formidable. One wrong move could lead them straight into their trap, from which there would be no coming back.

Qian Yin found the situation intriguing. She looked Mo Lan up and down, feeling that this attire wasn't appropriate for a formal confrontation with those old men at the office.

"Don't worry. Tonight, I’m not relying on an imposing aura, but rather showing them that I have the ability to make them bow to me. If one meeting isn't enough, I’ll add a meal on top. Heh." Though Mo Lan spoke with a smile, the coldness in her words was something only the two of them could understand.

***

So that was the plan. Qian Yin opened the wardrobe and found a black, stylish culotte jumpsuit. She dashed into the bathroom, changed quickly, and looked at herself in the mirror; it felt as if the number one assassin in the world had returned.

Mo Lan looked up at Qian Yin as she emerged, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. Black really did accentuate one's temperament. The little white dress she wore didn't match her usual personality, but it was an interesting choice—it was the only way to make those people think she was a little lamb waiting to be bullied; otherwise, they wouldn't dare show their true colors.

The two shared a smile and went to find the elders to entrust them with looking after Old Master Mo. They were both struck by how good Qian Yin looked in black, while Mo Lan looked like a "little white lotus."

They didn't dare comment further, nodding in agreement before returning to their tasks. Boss Jin wanted to tag along for the excitement, but Qian Yin shook her head and refused. After all, the fewer people who went, the better. Otherwise, they would think Mo Lan only had the strength to compete with them because she had help.

In these matters, Mo Lan was indeed not as capable as Qian Yin. Qian Yin had once managed her own subordinates, unlike Mo Lan, whose subordinates were mostly promoted by her. Qian Yin’s followers were talented and worked hard, and she had a way of making them obedient and compliant. However, Qian Yin was used to being free, which was why she didn't keep those people by her side.

After giving their instructions, the two went to check on Old Master Mo. An Feng looked at their attire with confusion and asked, "Are you not taking me with you? I’m worried."

"Just help me take care of him. We can handle the rest on our own. Trust me, we can do this." With that, Mo Lan grabbed Qian Yin and the car keys, turned, and left. This turn represented another step toward growth. The price of growth was heavy and painful, but Mo Lan turned without looking back, walking toward a much larger world.

An Feng sat there, looking at Old Master Mo, then at the departing silhouettes, feeling a profound sense of helplessness. This woman was too strong-willed; he doubted he could ever truly enter her heart. How could he embrace her and walk alongside her? If he weren't An Feng, he would likely only be able to look up to her from afar.

Qian Yin didn't comment on the relationship between the two. As an outsider, words were useless; her role was simply to accompany Mo Lan. They were all adults and knew how to handle their own emotional affairs.

They drove toward the Mo Group headquarters in the city center. This was Mo Lan’s first time at the group, so everything felt foreign. She had to ask about many things, but she found that some employees were quite polite and explained things, unaware that she was the eldest daughter of the Mo family.

***

There were always people whose eyes were higher than their heads, completely unable to see who was standing in front of them. On her first day handling affairs, Mo Lan ran into a barking dog.

"Who are you two? How can you wander around here? Don't you know this is a highly restricted area? Ordinary people aren't allowed up here; this is where our group holds meetings. Get out! Get out!" The voice was shrill, and the man’s eyes were filled with contempt. It was a middle-aged man, yet he could produce such a shrill tone—he sounded just like a woman.

"May I ask who this boss is?" Mo Lan remained gentle, like a little lamb, her eyes filled with an innocent smile, completely unbothered by his outburst.

"I am Shareholder Wang. Our eldest daughter is coming for a meeting today, so I am guarding this place. Ordinary people are not allowed in, and outsiders like you are even less welcome. Get out now, or I won't be so polite!"

"Oh? And how exactly will you be impolite?" Qian Yin couldn't stand the man’s posturing. A mere shareholder—did he really think he had that much power? There were many types of shareholders, depending on how many shares one held. Who was he trying to impress with this display of arrogance?

"Who are you people? Don't you know this is a restricted area of the company? Didn't the staff downstairs tell you? If you don't leave, I’m going to throw you out!"

The man continued to pester them, refusing to let them pass. It was as if he were missing a few brain cells. Could anyone who managed to get up here really be an "ordinary person" or a mere "outsider"? He didn't even stop to think for a moment.

"We are the eldest daughter of the Mo family. Do you have a problem with that? Didn't you say the meeting was starting on time? Where is everyone? Where did they go?" Qian Yin shouted directly, just wanting to intimidate the man; she had no intention of playing games with Mo Lan’s identity.