Chapter 6 - His Decision
Tianyu Group is the top leader of Ye City’s real estate industry, its headquarters located in the CBD zone, the busiest area in the city.
They just had an important meeting here in the morning.
Mo Yixuan walked out of the conference room sure-footed in a well ironed suit. He had his black hair slightly slicked back that made him look smart and sassy. He was only 27 years old but had already made its name in this city’s business circle. He was also the one who’d expanded Tianyu’s influence to twice the original scale and tripled its stock price in merely three years. Even his late father, Mo Xu, might not dare to say that he could have achieved more.
In the eyes of Tianyu employees, their boss was a man of agenda who showed no mercy. He worked very hard, on the other hand, probably even harder than he should had. For three years he had never been seen coming late or leaving early, not even once. On the contrary, his overtime far exceeded that of those low- and mid-level staff.
A female staff came trotting, handing a parcel to Mo Yixuan.
“Mr. Mo, this is from the mail room. Said a girl left it for you.”
Mo Yixuan acknowledged, receiving it from the secretary’s hand, and twisted into his office when his phone rang again.
He unlocked it to find a dozen missed calls from a girl dubbed “Weiwei”.
“What’s up, Yuwei? I was at meeting.” Mo Yixuan asked with a gentle voice, his face slightly blushed and flashed with confusion.
On the phone it was a girl who sounded anxious, her voice raucous as if she just cried.
“What are we going to do? Yixuan, I’m so afraid!”
“What happened?” Mo Yixuan asked with a scrowl, even more confused.
“Did you see the examination report I sent you?” Cried the girl, choked.
“Examination report?”
Mo Yixuan soon turned to the thing he was holding with his left hand and ripped it open, a white A4 paper.
It read –
The Fourth People’s Hospital Examination Report
HCG: 1282
Progesterone 32
Diagnosis: 4 weeks pregnant
The last three words –”4 weeks pregnant”– struck him hard. He pursed his mouth, all sorts of emotions slicing through her head, shocked, surprised, struggling, and guilt.
His back was soaked with sweat at once.
“Yixuan?” The girl on the phone sounded more worried and cried even louder.
Mo Yixuan stood up, covering himself in a black suit, deeply frowned like those eyebrows were tied forever. He approached the window to open it and lit up a cigarette, hiding in the smoke.
His heart ached so much as though it was being strangled by a rope.
(I’m sorry, Yanyan)
He looked at afar for a long time and said nothing but this inward apology.
“Yixuan, are you there? Are you listening?” Hadn’t heard a response, the girl on the other side asked in raucity as if someone was choking her.
“I’m listening,” said Mo Yixuan, his voice frosty. He shut his eyes to stop the guilt from spilling out. The decision, cruel or even brutal for someone, had finally been made.
“Yuwei, I’ll come pick you up after work.”
He assured the girl, his heart sinking.