Chapter 7: Return to the Mo Manor, Sorting the Family Registry

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Yuncheng Airport.

Innumerable fans held up LED signs, banners, floral bouquets, and presents as they waited in an orderly manner outside the terminal.

Two airport staff walked by and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Whose fans are these, and why are they so classy? It’s almost as though they’ve been trained.”

The other one pursed her lips and gestured at the message on the LED sign: I Belong to Mo Heng.

“Oh, they’re Mo Heng’s. I really like him. He’s a really good actor. His eyes are always full of expression, almost as if they can talk.”

“Hey, how good can an idol’s acting be? What’s more, I’ve heard rumors that he’s short-tempered, and that he constantly abuses his assistants. He even acts like he’s better than everyone else, a stark contrast to what he’s like on television. Tsk tsk…”

“Does he really do that? Sure enough, it isn’t good for someone to enter the entertainment industry at such a young age…”

As the two of them gossiped, they noticed the fans suddenly swarm toward the exit like a breaking tide.

As it turned out, Mo Heng had appeared.

Mo Heng, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, was clad in a plain white T-shirt, which revealed his eight-pack, and also an unbuttoned, textured light-blue shirt. He was also wearing a pair of shades. He carried himself with an air of both maturity and youthfulness, and his every gesture was refined and attractive, possessing his characteristic charm. All of this was irrefutable proof that he was a walking poster boy.

And against all expectations—Mo Heng was carrying a child.

It looked like a little girl.

It was lying against Mo Heng’s chest, with its hands pressed tightly against Mo Heng’s highly coveted pecs—or rather, the fabric covering Mo Heng’s highly coveted pecs.

The little kid even had on the same brand of sunglasses Mo Heng was wearing, as well as a beautiful princess gown.

All the fans were shocked.

Pictures of Mo Heng carrying the little girl instantly trended on the internet. The news immediately exploded, causing Weibo to lag for a period of time.

Although Mo Heng’s fan base attempted to calm down the situation as soon as possible, they couldn’t defend against the vicious attacks from his rivals.

#Reputation In Tatters, Mo Heng Reveals Illegitimate Child to Public#

#Insider Allegations, Mo Heng Suspected of Hiding Child from Secret Marriage#

#The Female Celebrities Who Have Worked With Mo Heng, Who Is The Child’s Mother#

In an instant, there was a blood bath on the internet as countless anonymous keyboard warriors tried to take Mo Heng down and toss him into an endless infernal.

And at this time, Mo Heng made an appearance in Yuncheng’s affluent district, Seventh Avenue, with Tangtang in his arms.

It was well known that this place was the best place in Yuncheng to see the sunset. Only wealthy, reputable people could buy property in this area.

The manor in front of Mo Heng occupied a prime location on this street. It was the largest property in the vicinity, and an eye-catching sign written in calligraphy could be seen at the entrance: “Mo.”

The people in Yuncheng all tacitly referred to it as the “Mo Manor.”

Mo Heng hadn’t been back here in 10 years.

His Adam’s apple sharply bobbed up and down as he pressed the doorbell.

Fang Lanxin had a fashion show to attend that night. She had just changed into her formal attire and was walking down the spiral staircase when she heard Housekeeper Zhang’s excited voice. The housekeeper shouted so loudly that her voice cracked. “Master, Madame… Young Master is back—”

Fang Lanxin thought that she had misheard. She couldn’t care less about maintaining an elegant image, and instead scurried down the steps.

Just as the housekeeper had said, Mo Heng had truly returned.

He carried a soft, pink little girl in his arms as he stood upright in the middle of the hall. In a flustered, low voice, he greeted, “Mom.”

It had been 10 years!!

Her good son had finally come back home.

Fang Lanxin’s eyes reddened uncontrollably. After she walked up to him, she couldn’t help but ask, “Where did this child come from?”

It was way too adorable!

Her dark brown curls had been tied into two buns, just like the character Na Zhe, and her pink, plump cheeks were exceptionally cute. She was especially likable.

Her eyes moved listlessly as she scrutinized her surroundings. She wasn’t shy, and she exuded cleverness and intelligence. The more Fang Lanxin looked at her, the more she liked what she saw.