The Rich Family's Melon King Only Wants to Eat Melon, but Her Thoughts Are Heard Ch. 12

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He stepped out of the sleek black sedan first, and the two of them rushed over. Mo Xiaoyun couldn't even hide the excitement on her face. "Dad, Mom and I waited at the gate all afternoon!"

Mo Zhengtian didn't spare them a glance.

Then Mo Keyu stepped out of the car behind him, and both women's smiles instantly froze in place.

"Let's go inside," Mo Zhengtian said coldly, his face stern.

Before either of them could respond, Mo Keyu darted ahead of him. "Okay, Dad!"

And she didn't forget to shoot the two behind her a very pointed look.

That one glance made Zhang Xiufeng's spine go cold—a bad feeling creeping up on her.

Once inside the villa, the household staff and maids were already lined up and waiting.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Mo Zhengtian directly ordered his assistant to start reading out all the things Zhang Xiufeng had done over the years.

"Zhang Xiufeng," the assistant read aloud, "has repeatedly insulted the eldest miss's character, inflicted physical harm, made multiple threats against the household staff and managers, and committed adultery on numerous occasions. According to investigation, the total number of extramarital partners is twenty-eight..."

At that line, the assistant intentionally paused—it was a matter of the Chairman's dignity, after all.

Mo Zhengtian's face darkened, but he didn't look as furious as before. By now, he was simply disgusted by Zhang Xiufeng.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiufeng no longer cared about saving face. Right in front of everyone, she dropped to her knees, clutching Mo Zhengtian's sleeve and letting out a sob that could rival a slaughtered pig.

"Zhengtian! Zhengtian, I was wrong! I swear I won't do it again~!"

Mo Zhengtian gave a cold snort and yanked his arm away hard. No one could tolerate betrayal—let alone dozens of times over.

He'd summoned everyone here today with one goal in mind: to cut all ties, once and for all.

Mo Keyu rubbed her ears—this woman's wailing was way too loud. It even interrupted her mental chat with the system.

"You and I were never legally married," Mo Zhengtian said flatly. "From today onward, you are no longer part of the Mo family. There is nothing between us anymore."

His tone was cold, and his face showed obvious disgust.

"And, you owe my daughter an apology."

Mo Keyu had just been about to walk off and let her ears recover when she suddenly felt her father's gaze shift to her.

She had no choice but to stand there. Zhang Xiufeng's eyes burned with resentment as she looked at Mo Keyu, like she wanted to tear her apart on the spot. But the second Mo Zhengtian's gaze landed on her again, she dropped the vicious look and turned back into that pitiful, sniveling wreck.

[I knew it—some people just don't change. Rotten to the core.]

[Keeping someone like her around would only lead to disaster. She'd drag people down with her in the end.]

[All the years of abuse—like a sorry little apology could ever make up for that. I might not feel all the pain the heiress went through myself, but I'm never forgiving her.]

Mo Zhengtian heard his daughter's inner voice loud and clear. He let out a deep sigh, trying to suppress the fire still simmering inside him, then ordered:

"Someone get Zhang Xiufeng out of here. Xiao Li—freeze all her bank accounts."

"Zhengtian, Zhengtian, no! Please!" Zhang Xiufeng wailed as she collapsed into a puddle of tears, letting out ear-piercing screeches, totally falling apart.

Mo Xiaoyun stood frozen at the side, completely stunned. She hadn't known her mother had that many lovers. Even more shocking was the way her father looked at her now—like she was some stranger, cold and unrecognizable.

She didn't even dare speak up for her mother.

Zhang Xiufeng's hair was a mess, her clothes in disarray from the struggle with the staff trying to remove her. She'd tried to fight them off, but with the difference in strength, she was quickly subdued and dragged away like trash. Her once-elegant clothes were now reduced to rags.

Mo Keyu found the whole scene deeply satisfying. Sure, she hadn't lived through the original pain herself, but the feeling of justice being served was still damn sweet.

Now all that was left... was Mo Xiaoyun.

Without Zhang Xiufeng egging her on, who knew what kind of trouble she could still stir up?

Mo Zhengtian shifted his gaze to her—the daughter who looked nothing like him.

"D-dad..." She was beyond panicked now. That look he gave her—it was the same one he'd just given Zhang Xiufeng. Cold. Distant. Like she didn't even belong here. She was terrified she'd be dragged out of the house next.

But with her mother's fate as a warning, her survival instincts kicked in.

"Keyu, sister, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! Everything I did before was awful, I was wrong! I only acted that way 'cause I followed Mom's lead. I didn't know better. Please... forgive me..."

She threw herself down in front of Mo Keyu, sobbing uncontrollably, putting on the most pitiful act she could manage.

But the maids and staff who knew her well were already whispering among themselves. They knew exactly how empty her regret was. Too little, too late.

And honestly? Mo Keyu didn't even care if she forgave Mo Xiaoyun or not. What really piqued her curiosity was this: who was Mo Xiaoyun's real father? Which one of Zhang Xiufeng's 28 lovers had fathered this child? The system hadn't given her a name—just said it was someone she didn't know.

Mo Zhengtian stood off to the side, clearly waiting for Mo Keyu's response.

After listening to the scrambled mess that was Mo Xiaoyun's inner monologue, she finally spoke up.

"Mo Xiaoyun, do you realize..." she said slowly, "you don't look anything like Dad."

The household staff standing nearby had long suspected the same. But even if the thought crossed their minds before, they never dared say it aloud.

With this one sentence from the heiress, everything was confirmed. Everyone's private doubts were suddenly validated. After all, with that many affairs under her belt, who knew which one of Zhang Xiufeng's men was the real father?

Anyone with eyes could see it—Mo Xiaoyun didn't resemble Mo Zhengtian in the slightest. Not in looks, not in temperament. Not even close.

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