How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 80 The Black Lotus Movie Emperor's Rich Mother
Zhu Wen temporarily sent Zhu Mo and Liang Yaodong away.

When leaving, Zhu Mo looked reluctant.

Pei Zhou came forward:
"fortunately."

Zhu Wen picked up the medicinal tea that his aunt had just brought him and took a sip.

The mist blurred the emotions between her eyebrows.

Pei Zhou didn't notice anything unusual and went straight to sit next to Zhu Wen.

He is two years younger than Zhu Wen and is already in his 40s this year.

But he is also blessed with a youthful look.

Instead, she lacks the refinement and elegance of her youth, and has more of the calm and majestic nature of middle age.

Only when he looked at Zhu Wen, his eyes flickered, and he could vaguely see the arrogance and brilliance of the young man he was back then.

"not in a good mood?"

Pei Zhou has always been sensitive to Zhu Wen's emotions.

Unfortunately, Zhu Wen was unwilling to admit:

"No."

She put down the teacup and asked helplessly,

"You went to see the doctor again? I already told you that I have..."

Pei Zhou suddenly grabbed Zhu Wen's hand tightly.

The corners of his mouth were tight, and his voice was extremely suppressed, with a faint tremor:
"Don't say it... please, don't say it."

Zhu Wen sighed silently.

After a long time, Pei Zhou raised his red eyes:
"Over the years, I have listened to you in everything. No matter what you want, it's fine. But just this once, you listen to me, okay?"

Zhu Wen lowered his eyes indifferently.

what's the point?
No matter how many famous doctors I see or how advanced the medicine is, it cannot save this body from being on the verge of collapse.

She should have left this world 13 years ago. It was a miracle that she survived until Shen Mo became an adult.

How could one ask for more?
However, looking at Pei Zhou's almost pleading eyes, she finally softened her heart.

“…Okay, got it.”

At least give them a chance to try.

So that you don't have to recall the mistakes many years later and blame yourself for them.

Pei Zhou's expression relaxed.

He was most afraid that Zhu Wen would not cooperate with the treatment. As long as Zhu Wen was willing, everything else would be negotiable.

"This time I found a national expert in traditional Chinese medicine who has not been out for many years. But this time I asked him for help, and he said he was willing to help you. The time has been arranged, tomorrow morning, I will pick you up..."

Pei Zhou lightly omitted the difficulty of asking the national players to come out of retirement, and only told Zhu Wen in detail what he needed to pay attention to.

Zhu Wen listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

On the second floor stairs, there was another person listening to the conversation.

Zhu Mo stood in the shadows, his drooping brows making it hard to tell what his emotions were.

His hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists, and his finger bones were cracking.

After a while, he took a deep breath and continued walking upstairs.

In the room, Liang Yaodong was looking through Zhu Mo's collection of vinyl records.

Seeing him come back empty-handed, I was a little puzzled:

"Didn't you say you were going to get something to eat?"

Zhu Mo's aura was extremely gloomy.

"Brother Zhu? Zhu Mo?"

Zhu Mo slowly came to his senses.

He exhaled a breath:
"I'll call someone to bring it to you."

Liang Yaodong looked at his expression, shook his head and said no.

After a while, he asked:

"Did something happen?"

Zhu Mo didn't want to say it.

But Liang Yaodong is his only friend.

He had been holding this matter in his mind for too long, and it almost became a mental illness.

Suddenly an impulse came over me.

Zhu Mo's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"My mother...is sick."

Liang Yaodong's face turned pale, and his head was buzzing:
"How could it be? How is it possible? When did it happen? What disease is it? Have you been checked?"

He asked a lot of questions, but all he saw was a pale face on Zhu Mo's face. Liang Yaodong realized how much of a blow this incident had dealt to Zhu Mo, and quickly fell silent.

After more than a minute of silence, he asked:
"How are you?"

"No, I'm not okay. What should I do?"

The confusion and helplessness on Zhu Mo's face made him look like a weak drowning child.

That was an expression Liang Yaodong had never seen on Zhu Mo's face.
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At dinner time, Liang Yaodong dragged Zhu Mo downstairs to eat.

Before leaving, he said:
"Since Auntie doesn't want you to worry for the time being, just pretend that you know nothing! To be honest, I think Auntie may be more worried about you than herself. So, Zhu Mo, you have to cheer up no matter what!"

Liang Yaodong, who is usually laughing and joking, rarely behaves like a real brother.

Zhu Mo remained silent for a long time before he nodded.

The two of them went downstairs one after the other.

Liang Yaodong greeted Zhu Wen and Pei Zhou as if nothing had happened.

That expression was as annoying as ever, and he even dared to tease Pei Zhou in a sneaky way:
"Uncle, my mom was talking to me a few days ago, saying that she hadn't seen you for a while, and she couldn't find you even if she looked for you! I told her to come to the Zhu family, and you'll definitely find me!"

Pei Zhou smiled slightly, his eyes cold:
"Yaodong, which leg do you want to break?"

Liang Yaodong ran behind Zhu Wen and begged Aunt Zhu for help.

Pei Zhou: "Your pocket money..."

Liang Yaodong knelt down in one second.

"Uncle, do you need a leg massage? How about I carry you on my back?"

"roll."

"Okay, do you think my way of rolling is appropriate?"

"..."

This is also thanks to Liang Yaodong's jokes.

The atmosphere, which was inexplicably stagnant, began to relax a lot.

Zhu Wen also had a smile on his face.

When Zhu Mo saw this, he couldn't help but laugh too.

It was a very pleasant meal.

After meal.

Liang Yaodong wanted to stay overnight, but was forcibly dragged away by Pei Zhou.

Zhu Wen watched them leave with a smile.

Zhu Mo secretly observed her expression from the side.

When Zhu Wen turned around, he quickly turned his face away and pretended nothing had happened.

Zhu Wen seemed to be unaware of it and pulled his shawl closer:

"Let's go in... ahem."

She coughed twice more.

Zhu Mo's hand trembled.

Thinking of Liang Yaodong's words, he pretended to be calm and supported Zhu Wen's shoulders:

"Mom, do you want us to ask the kitchen to make some Sichuan Fritillary and Snow Pear Soup? The weather has been so bad lately, why don't we go live at the beach for a while?"

"Okay."

Zhu Wen was gently pushed by Zhu Mo from behind.

She had her back to him, so naturally she couldn't see the look of near despair on Zhu Mo's face.

He... used an unknown amount of effort to control himself from shaking and letting his mother notice something was wrong.

When did my mother's shoulders become so thin?
In the past, she had so much energy that she kicked down the door of his nightmare-like room.

But now...

"Momo?"

Zhu Wen's voice brought Zhu Mo back to his senses.

He quickly collected his expression.

"what happened?"

Zhu Wen held his hand:
"Come here, I have something to tell you."

Zhu Mo followed and was pulled by her to sit on the sofa.

But he never expected that Zhu Wen wanted to count his family assets:

"You should know most of the things in the house. There are also some company shares. Ponder Medical shares can be held for a long time, and Siming Electronics can be sold in two years. I am not optimistic about their new chairman. And..."

"That's enough, Mom. Stop it."

(End of this chapter)