The Rest Of My Life Is For You

“Yes.” Mo Yongheng lowered his gaze and replied respectfully.

Mo Qian only patted his shoulder satisfactorily then, before telling him to quickly apply an icepack on himself, he tried to bribe him with candy after giving a slap to his face.

The carrot-and-stick approach that he had taken was really smart.

Mo Yongheng did not say anything. As he nodded his head slightly, he turned around and walked out of the Mo Family villa.

As his figure disappeared by the entrance, Mo Qian turned around and instructed the butler, “Send someone to watch over Mo Yongheng and prevent him from meeting people that he is not supposed to see. Also, find someone to monitor his phone calls. Do it nimbly, do not let him realize.”

“Yes!” The butler replied.

On the other side.

The moment Mo Yongheng drove off from the Mo Family villa, Fan Yu, who had been standing guard at the entrance of the Mo Family villa, followed immediately.

He followed Mo Yongheng at a reasonable distance and was not afraid that he would discover him.

He even stopped his car beside Mo Yongheng and greeted him at the traffic lights.

“If Young Master Yongheng is not in a rush there’s a cafe right at the end of the road in front. Let me treat you to a cup of coffee?” Fan Yu spoke in a gentle tone, as if he had seen an old friend of his.

He swept his gaze past Mo Yongheng’s wounds and his gentle-looking eyes flickered slightly.

Before he had the chance to ask Mo Yongheng about it, he had replied in a chilly manner, “I do not have the time.”

It was a very cold voice.

The traffic lights just happened to flash green and Mo Yongheng drove away.

After being rejected so harshly, Fan Yu sighed and continued his chase.

Both cars cruised on the road with one car in front and the other behind.

Fan Yu seemed to be doing it on purpose. He wasn’t angry that Mo Yongheng had rejected his request for some coffee and he simply followed his car for a distance.

Mo Yongheng returned to the office midway through and Fan Yu waited for him in the lobby.

He would follow him the moment Mo Yongheng hit the road again.

He followed him blindly, just like a crazy suitor.

Finally, his harassment strategy made Mo Yongheng a little uncomfortable.

When he was returning home after knocking off from work, his driving speed increased significantly and he nearly got rid of him during a few bends.

However, what kind of person was Fan Yu?

Even though he was as gentle as a piece of jade on the outside, there was one more thing he loved apart from the moon—car racing, something which definitely could not be inferred from his outer appearance.

It was impossible for Mo Yongheng to get rid of him.

The two of them had been racing against each other along the coastal streets, but Mo Yongheng was still at a disadvantage. In a fit of anger, he parked his car by the roadside.

He got out of his car and marched toward Fan Yu.

Fan Yu pushed open his car door and got out of his car too.

Just as he was about to ask Mo Yongheng out for coffee, Mo Yongheng had angrily grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and howled, “Have you had enough of following me? I said that I would not meet you for coffee!”

“… Since you do not like to drink coffee, shall we have tea instead?” Fan Yu replied in a peaceful tone.

“…”

Mo Yongheng had never seen someone as thick-skinned as Fan Yu.

However, Fan Yu was good looking with cultured behavior. Apart from the fact that he had been following him, just like a hoodlum.

He could not detect any evil intentions on Fan Yu too.

Mo Yongheng wanted to give him a good beating, but he could not bear to do it.

The few cars that were following behind them both had stopped on the road too.

The car doors swung open. They were the Mo Family’s bodyguards.

Mo Yongheng recognized them; they were under Mo Qian and they usually followed him around.

They were angrily walking toward him at this point. Then, they said respectfully, “Young Master Yongheng, President Mo heard that you were being harassed and sent us over especially to protect you.”

“…”

As Mo Yongheng’s eyes flickered, he released his grip on Fan Yu’s hand and patted on the sleeves of his shirt.

“I am fine, we merely had a slight tiff. You guys watch over him, don’t ever let him follow me again.” After giving his instructions, in an icy tone, Mo Yongheng turned around and got into his car.