Chapter 2173 - The Third Generation of the Li Family in One Hall (1/2)

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

Li Ersu had been upset until the next day. Somehow, Li Mosen had found out about it and quietly reported it to Li Sicheng, who doted on his daughter very much.

And that was how Master Li Moyun got thrown to the Old Manor.

From that day on, he was no longer arrogant. His chin was no longer tilted when he talked, and his chest was no longer puffed out. He was so afraid of meeting his grandmother in the hall and being told, “Little Moyun, I just cooked some food. Come and taste some!”

“Little Moyun, I just bought some snacks for you. It’s very good for your body. Come and have some!”

“Little Moyun, I just bought some assessment books for you. They’ll help with your studies. Come and try some questions!”

Inwardly, Li Moyun cried to himself, “I was wrong! I know my mistake now! I just want to go home!”

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Unfortunately, regrets were useless. Not only did Li Moyun have to continue living in the Old Manor, his grandmother even took him to and from school. Every day, she would watch him eat two full bowls of rice and he grew from a scrawny 11-year-old boy into a round 60-kilogram fatty.

Li Mosen had hardened his heart and was determined not to let him return to their home in Yuxiu. Li Moyun had been grossly wrong in assuming that Li Mosen would side with him simply because they shared the same character ‘Mo’ in their name. He had been too naïve.

Now that he heard Li Jianqian was back from the capital and was intending to attend graduate school in Kingstown instead of going back, he almost broke out in wails.

Upon hearing a commotion outside, the little fatty skipped out the door and saw his biological older brother stepping out of a black Bentley. He waded up to him excited and called out, “Older Brother! My dear Older Brother!”

When Li Jianqian saw Li Moyun, he couldn’t help but snigger.

Yu Chulin looked at him sympathetically and asked, “Moyun, do you still remember me?”

“Brother Chu!” Li Moyun sniffled, his expression full of grievance. When he turned to Li Mosen, his eyes were filled with bitterness. “You jerk!”