The Rest Of My Life Is For You

A day flew by.

The next day, Mo Chengliang gathered all of the more influential elders at the Mo Family villa with the DNA test report in hand.

The four words “Father and Daughter Relationship” were clearly written on the DNA test report.

There was no need to doubt Nian Xiaomu’s identity.

At the moment she stepped into the Mo Family villa, the people, who were seated on the sofa, rose to their feet uniformly.

They greeted her respectfully.

“Missy”

These two words held an extremely significant meaning in the Mo Family.

The Missy of the Mo Family was the elderly head’s chosen successor.

Everyone thought that she had died three years ago.

The Mo Family warrant had gone missing too.

Now that she had returned with the Mo Family warrant, it seemed as though the situation in the Mo Family was about to change…

“Since the elderly head is gravely ill and Missy has returned, we should naturally hand over the matters of the Mo Family into her hands…” Before Mo Chengliang could finish speaking, another elder of the Mo Family had already interrupted him.

“It is true that Missy’s identity has been confirmed, but she has been away from the Mo Family for three years; during the three years, the Mo Family has had a drastic change and Missy is still unclear about the situation since she has just returned home. How could she manage the Mo Family like this?”

Once his words were heard, many others around him agreed in unison.

“Yeah, even though Missy has returned, she had been away from three years and she is clueless about the matters of the Mo Family…”

“I heard that Missy has already gotten married. In this case, she is the Young Mistress of the Yu Family now; if she takes over the Mo Family, won’t the entire family have our surname changed to Yu?”

“Stop spouting nonsense! How could the Mo Family have a change of surname! Even if Missy was married, her husband would be the one who should get his surname changed and join the Mo Family!”

“…”

In just a blink of an eye, the people in the living room split themselves up into two teams and started to quarrel.

One team pledged to follow the elderly head’s instructions and all of them were furiously protecting Nian Xiaomu; they were using the elderly head’s poor health condition as an excuse, hoping that she could enter the Mo Corporation as soon as possible and take charge of the entire Mo Family.

The other team was filled with supporters of Mo Kun; they were strongly against Nian Xiaomu taking over the Mo Corporation and the Mo Family, and they were harping on Nian Xiaomu’s absence from the Mo Family for the past few years as well as her identity as Yu Yuehan’s wife.

As for the matter that concerned Mo Kun’s dubious identity, it had been temporarily set aside as there was no concrete evidence and many of the Mo Family elders had also stood forward to speak for him.

The situation had started to turn a little complex.

Nian Xiaomu lifted her head to look at Mo Kun; his tailor-made suit was a perfect fit for his body, and his resolute face appeared to be graceful and noble.

Not a single hint of panic could be spotted on him; it was evident that he knew the results right from the beginning, and he had come prepared.

On the other hand…

Her absence from the Mo Family for three years and her marriage to Yu Yuehan were true.

Her trip home this time round had also been made possible by the power of the Yu Family.

Furthermore, they even had a daughter together, and an uproar would definitely ensue if the members of the Mo Family got to know that Xiao Liuliu’s surname was Yu instead of Mo.

“Enough! Stop speaking! What exactly will we derive from these quarrels?”

Mo Chengliang suddenly slammed the table and everyone quietened down.

A complex expression appeared on his aged face.

Even though he believed in Nian Xiaomu, he could not decide the matters that concerned the Mo Family alone.

Mo Kun had been managing the Mo Corporation these years, and he deserved some credit for his efforts. As such, he could not simply be removed from his position.

Mo Chengliang placed his hands behind his back and strolled around the living room. In the end, he raised his head and looked at Nian Xiaomu and Mo Kun, who were both standing before him.

“Both of you have your own version of the story. Why not tell everyone your thoughts?”