Chapter 1472: The Same New Year’s Wish Every Year

"...New Year’s gift?" Ning Yan frowned momentarily, clearly unfamiliar with the term.

His father had a family abroad and rarely returned home, and his mother seemed like a mentally ill patient; New Year and Spring Festival were all foreign and inconsequential to him, let alone New Year’s gifts.

Honestly, he hadn’t anticipated needing to prepare a New Year’s gift.

Feng Yi nodded and said, "I know Uncle Ning doesn’t care about anything now and certainly hasn’t prepared a New Year’s gift for me. So, Yiyi is just reminding you. After all, there are still two days until the New Year; you can think about it."

Ning Yan remained silent.

Wasn’t the implication of Feng Yi’s words just that—you have to give me a New Year’s gift, there’s no escaping it?

Is it still time to return to the research institute?

Feng Yi was long accustomed to his silence and pulled his hand as they raced upstairs: "To your room."

This renowned future astronomy scientist had a great relationship with the Feng Family, and akin to sworn siblings with her mother, he had his own exclusive room at the Jiangzhou Prefecture home.

Now that room had no owner, but today it certainly did.

*

On Cloud Mist Mountain, there was a bit more human presence than usual at this time; everyone was packing up to head down to Feng Family’s place.

Ji Xuewei, flipping the copper coin in her hand, suddenly saw a familiar figure, her eyes sparkled with surprise, "Senior Brother, why did you return to Jiangzhou Prefecture so early for New Year’s this year?"

She recalled last year, when he hadn’t returned until noon on New Year’s Eve, so who would’ve thought he’d be back so early this year?

Mo Si Huang removed the black mask from his face and said, "I’ve been back in Jiang City for a few days, taking care of some matters. I need to find Master, so I’ll head over first."

Ji Xuewei watched Mo Si Huang’s tall, slender figure and hesitated, recalling the medicine stored in the mountains for Su Li several months ago...

Mo Si Huang walked through the corridor, looking at the door left ajar. Inside stood a moon-white figure, flipping through a book in front of him. He called out, "Master... Happy New Year."

Mo Yu stood with his hands behind his back, not turning his head, casually asking, "Is this all Little Si has to say to me?"

Mo Si Huang’s eyes grew increasingly deep. He stepped forward and took the book from Mo Yu’s hand, saying, "This book ’Chess Skill’ was the first book Master taught me chess from."

He was personally raised by Mo Yu, even the surname was given by Mo Yu. He was the most watched member of the entire sect.

Mo Yu remained silent, and then heard Mo Si Huang speak indifferently, "Master has his worldview, and Little Si has his thoughts. Did Master know that every New Year, I make the same wish? I wish for freedom."

"Financial independence without worrying about money doesn’t count as freedom, and becoming a movie star with unreachable resources in the entertainment industry also doesn’t count as freedom."

Mo Yu’s face grew colder as he asked in return, "But have I ever taught you to harm others for it?"

Mo Si Huang instantly fell silent, his lips pursing lightly.

Mo Yu pinched the bridge of his nose, staring straight ahead: "Enough, we’ll spend New Year at Feng Family Villa this year. Go prepare for the trip down the mountain to Feng Family later."

Mo Si Huang remained in place, his beautiful Adam’s apple rolling slightly as he spoke, "Master, why have you never told me who my biological mother is when you clearly know?"