Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  “Mm.”


  Li Sicheng acknowledged Li Mosen with a grunt. He carefully placed the stack of paintings in his hand in his drawer. “Have a seat. I have something to tell you.”


  Li Mosen instantly felt a strain on his nerves.

  He had seen this scene play out a few times before. Each time, without exception, he had experienced different sorts of feelings.

  Li Sicheng seemed a little more stern that day. Li Mosen felt anxious and realized that he had to take Li Sicheng seriously.

  Li Mosen sat in the chair facing Li Sicheng’s table. His posture was ramrod-straight and proper.

  Li Sicheng knew well that it was Li Mosen’s habit to sit that way. He didn’t say anything about it. “I heard that you intend to enroll at Kingstown University?”


  Li Mosen had earlier told that much to Li Jianyue. So, it wasn’t a surprise that Li Sicheng had found out about it. He admittedly to it by nodding his head. “Yes, Dad. I want to stay in Kingstown and go to Kingstown University.”


  “You should know that with your aptitude and talent, it will be a waste for you to attend Kingstown University.” Li Sicheng, looking indifferent, fixed his sharp eyes on Li Mosen.

  “I don’t want to leave Kingstown,” Li Mosen said, further straightening his back.

  “Why not?”


  “Because I grew up here in Kingstown. I can’t bear to leave.”


  Li Sicheng kept his silence when he heard Li Mosen’s reason.

  Su Qianci walked into the study carrying a few cups of herbal tea that she had just brewed. She could perceive the tension between father and son.

  Su Qianci quietly brought the tea over to them. She sat beside Li Sicheng and waited for them to continue their conversation.

  “Qianci,” Li Sicheng suddenly said to her, “please help me to close the door.”


  Su Qianci felt that something was amiss. She got up and closed the door all the same.

  “Are you unwilling to leave Kingstown or unwilling to leave Ersu?” Su Qianci heard Li Sicheng say as she was shutting the door.

  Li Mosen felt as if someone had viciously dugged out his heart.

  The next moment, a layer of cold sweat covered his back.

  Su Qianci was a highly intelligent woman. She immediately understood the underlying meaning of the question.

  Su Qianci, her heart thumping, turned her head abruptly and looked at Li Sicheng in disbelief.

  Li Sicheng didn’t take his sharp eyes away from Li Mosen. His aura cultivated from his many years at an elevated position was on full display. Even Su Qianci found it difficult not to feel intimidated.

  How much more difficult it would be for a child like Li Mosen.

  Li Mosen looked at Li Sicheng in shock before hurriedly lowering his eyes to hide his panic. “What’s the difference, Dad?” he asked.

  Li Mosen’s azure blue eyes looked down as he clenched his fists.

  He knew that his guilty conscience was out in the open

  Li Mosen had kept this secret hidden deep in his heart for many years. Li Sicheng’s intimidating scrutiny had exposed it.

  Su Qianci frowned and walked over to Li Sicheng. She patted his shoulder lightly.

  It was enough to make Li Sicheng ease up a little.

  Li Mosen finally felt like he could breathe again. Even then, sweat was pouring from his palm, his back, and even his forehead. All the signs of the panic he was feeling.

  He knew the game was up for him.

  As he had expected, he heard Li Sicheng say, “You’ve known since you were young that you aren’t Ersu’s biological brother, haven’t you?”


  Mosen pursed his lips.

  Of course, he knew. He had known that since young.

  Everyone around him had always reminded Li Mosen that he wasn’t the Li family’s biological offspring. He wasn’t the natural son of Li Sicheng. He was nothing more than the byproduct left behind by a wicked woman. She had created a mess by fooling around in a foreign country.

  The realization of that had taught Li Mosen to live a cautious life and carefully conceal his thoughts.