Live-in Son-in-law

"Mo Shao, what do you need to make these pastries? I'll have someone prepare them right away."

Mo Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, "Brother Qin, the hotel where I'm staying has everything I need. If you have time, could you come back to the hotel with me and wait for a moment?"

In fact, Mo Wuji was wary; he had no idea whether the owner of this restaurant was Qin Yi or not. What if there's an ambush? Qin Yi killed Mo Buwen; the two of them were not exactly friends now.

When faced with danger, a person's first reaction is to seek familiar places.

Before coming to Yinfeng City, Mo Wuji had done some research. Most of the hotels in Yinfeng City were owned by the Dong Family, which had a close relationship with Qin Yi. So, he specifically chose a hotel that wasn't part of the Dong Family, and he had his own people arranged there. It was relatively safer, and if Qin Yi made a move, he wouldn't be too passive.

"No problem." Qin Yi stood up and put the untouched egg yolk cake into the food box, "Shall we go now?"

Mo Wuji was slightly taken aback. Qin Yi showed no hesitation; wasn't he afraid of falling into a trap?

"Please, Brother Qin."

After the two left, Qin Ankang had already prepared the car.

The car was spotlessly clean and had a light fragrance; Mo Wuji had a serious cleanliness obsession.

The hotel where Mo Wuji was staying was called Donglai Hotel, a five-star hotel.

Upon entering, Mo Wuji took Qin Yi directly to the back kitchen.

Qin Yi's eyes flickered, "Is this hotel Mo Shao's? To have such access to the back kitchen."

"Brother Qin is joking. Yinfeng City is your territory. If I had even a little influence here, wouldn't that mean conflicting with Brother Qin? Perhaps by tomorrow, this little power I have would mysteriously get uprooted."

"Money may be vulgar, but we cannot do without it. At times, money indeed solves quite a few problems."

"This kitchen is a small one exclusively for guests in the presidential suite. After all, there are many people who, when traveling, dislike foreign cuisine and want to cook some hometown dishes. Wealthy people have many quirks."

Qin Yi chuckled lightly; Mo Wuji's words were indeed impeccable.

Mo Wuji went and fetched an apron, handing it to Qin Yi, "Brother Qin, put this on. You'll need it for flour later; don't dirty your clothes."

"No need; I can wash it later."

Mo Wuji did not insist; he put it on himself and then started to wash his hands to begin the preparations.

From kneading to fermentation, every task was handled personally by Mo Wuji. His demeanor was highly focused, not like he was making pastries but creating a piece of art.

A serious person is the most terrifying.

This was Qin Yi's most genuine evaluation of Mo Wuji.

When a person can do something to perfection, their mind must be incredibly steady and unshakable.

It took Mo Wuji a full three hours to finish the pastries.

Qin Yi noticed that he controlled the timing to perfection, down to the precise seconds needed for kneading the dough.

Mo Wuji took out the egg yolk cake from the food box and placed the newly made pastries inside.

"Brother Qin, I've made a new batch of the egg yolk ones as well and a bit more of the others. You can take them back for your wife to try; I hope she likes them."

"Thank you!" Qin Yi chuckled lightly. This person was thoughtful enough to see that he didn't like eating egg yolk.

If this person is an enemy, he would be very formidable. If he's a friend, he would be of great help to me.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first," Qin Yi said.

"Let me see you off, Brother Qin."

Qin Yi's gaze flickered; he really was able to keep calm, not even mentioning why he came to find me up till now.

When they walked out of the lobby, Mo Wuji had Qin Yi wait a moment, then went to the bar to get a piece of paper and a pen, writing down the pastry recipe to give to him.

"You two stay, thank you for the pastries, farewell!"

"Brother Qin, you're being too polite, take care."

Qin Yi took a cab to Cloud-Star Tea House, where his car was parked.

Watching Qin Yi's car drive off into the distance, Mo Wuji magically produced a paper fan. It was just an ordinary paper fan, with some personally inscribed words, which he toyed with in his hand, his gaze flickering, pondering something.

"Ankang, what do you think of Qin Yi?"

Qin Ankang hesitated, pondering for a moment before responding, "Insidious, greedy, and volatile in temperament."

"Volatile?" Mo Wuji looked at Qin Ankang, "You're referring to yesterday's incident with him extorting those from the Nan Family, aren't you?"

Qin Ankang nodded, "Qin Yi can strike in the midst of a conversation without following the usual rules; that kind of temperament seems rather volatile, doesn't it?"

"You're mistaken," Mo Wuji chuckled lightly.

Qin Ankang looked puzzled.

Mo Wuji continued, "It's not a volatile temperament; it's having confidence, absolute confidence, dominance, and assertiveness."

"But if he underestimates the Nan Family, surely he will suffer."

"Suffer?" Mo Wuji laughed, "If he feared suffering, he wouldn't have wiped out Nan ZaiXu without hesitation. I've researched Qin Yi's combat records closely and found an interesting trend: no matter how strong the opponent, he always ends up being the final victor."

Qin Ankang thought for a moment, "It might just be his good luck."

"Luck is a kind of strength too. But using 'good luck' to describe Qin Yi's successes is too narrow. Absolute strength is what makes him the winner. I can't discern his cultivation, so do you still think his achievements are merely due to luck?"

Qin Ankang was astonished, "Even the Young Master can't perceive his cultivation?"

"Slaying those at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm as if slaughtering dogs—Qin Yi's cultivation is more terrifying than we imagine. It's normal that I can't discern it..." Mo Wuji said, suddenly letting out a bitter smile.

"Why is the Young Master smiling bitterly?"

Mo Wuji sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile, "Ankang, how do you think I am at reading people?"

"The Young Master's perception of people is naturally very accurate."

"But I can't see through Qin Yi. I mean not his cultivation, but the person himself. Observing his previous battles, he always made them bloodthirsty, with brutal methods, giving people the illusion of a reckless brute. But after meeting him today, his composed mindset surprised me. His words were flawless, not giving me any chance to glimpse his true character."

"So what's the Young Master's decision—to make him a friend or foe?"

Mo Wuji sighed, "I'll observe him for a while longer. However, my instincts tell me, even if he can't be a friend, he absolutely mustn't become an enemy."

"But our time is limited; in just a month, the Family Head will announce the next successor."

Mo Wuji's eyes squinted slightly, with a swish, he opened the paper fan he was holding. On it was a character for 'kill' written in a flamboyant and fierce style. A murderous aura surged, making it seem as if one was standing amidst a blood-soaked storm. The gentle and elegant Mo Wuji seemed transformed, turning into a sharp sword unsheathed.

"If I can't ascend to the throne of the Family Head, my mother's vengeance will never be fulfilled. As a son, if I can't avenge my mother, what face do I have to stand between heaven and earth? Therefore, I must obtain the position of Family Head, no matter the cost."