Rich Cat A Would Never Fall in Love with a Fake Heiress - Chapter 39

An Suna, however, seemed to take the matter lightly. Unlike before, she didn’t go all out arranging performances or scouting for suitable children.

Apart from her and 30, it seemed no one else in the orphanage knew that a couple was planning to adopt.

30 understood her calculations.

Since they were choosing a daughter as an emotional anchor, such clients would only come once, there would be no repeat visits. Moreover, they would rely more on their first impression and wouldn’t take An Suna’s opinion into consideration.

An Suna was simply enjoying the ease.

Given this, 30 quietly prepared herself.

She paid more attention to tidying up and dressing well, even wearing the small hair clips she usually cherished sparingly when going to class.

But 30 hadn’t expected the opportunity to come so quickly. While she was still in class, she heard the sharp clatter of high heels in the hallway, followed by An Suna’s voice.

“Mr. Mo, we do have a few children around two or three years old here. It’s just that they’ve just arrived and aren’t quite familiar with the rules yet.”

A strong, youthful voice replied, but the tone was indifferent.

“It’s fine. Just pick any one.”

30’s fingers paused, then tightened around her pen.

Just pick any one?

This was a rare opportunity, and she couldn’t afford to hesitate. Listening to the footsteps, it seemed the group was heading toward the new class made up of recently arrived children.

Those children were all orphans who had just lost their parents, like tiny duckweeds drifting with the current, anxious and unsettled.

30 heard them push open the door to the neighboring classroom.

A sudden burst of crying erupted, piercing, ear-splitting wails that shook the air.

Soon, the sound of the door closing followed, but the crying didn’t stop.

30 focused, straining to pick out the conversation from the chaotic sobbing.

A woman’s voice, somewhat timid, said, “Are two- or three-year-olds really this small? Would we have to change their diapers and feed them?”

An Suna’s voice sounded awkward. “No one taught them these things before they came here, so…”

The man’s voice cut in irritably, “You’re an Omega, yet you can’t even take care of a child properly. You lost one, and now you want to slack off with this one?”

A domineering, quick-tempered father and a weak, irresponsible mother.

30 swallowed hard.

Should I really choose a family like this to be adopted by?

No.

30 shook her head, frowning tightly.

Only this family was genuinely planning to adopt a child as their own.

Opportunities like this were rare and wouldn’t come again.

She put down her pen, stood up, and, under the astonished gazes of everyone, strode toward the door.

Her hands trembled as she hurriedly twisted the doorknob a few times. The door finally swung open just as the teacher grabbed the hem of her shirt.

A couple stood with An Suna in the hallway, facing the door.

The couple was dressed elegantly. The man frowned at first, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw her face.

The beautiful woman, who had looked troubled, brightened considerably. She turned to An Suna and asked, “Can’t we take a well-behaved, pretty child like this home?”

An Suna hesitated. “But she’s almost five years old.”

Hearing this, the couple fell silent.

Meanwhile, the teacher gripped 30’s shoulder, trying to pull her back into the classroom.

30 pressed her fingers firmly against the doorframe. Malnourished and having endured corporal punishment in the orphanage, she was no match for an adult’s strength.

She was dragged backward step by step.

Yet the image of those purple-black fingers, still hanging on the iron fence before death, flashed vividly in her mind.

If I don’t leave now, I’ll die.

She bit her lip, even as the wooden splinters from the doorframe pierced her skin and blood flowed, she continued to resist with all her might.

Father Mo pondered for a moment.

“Don’t take her back just yet.”

As soon as he spoke, An Suna signaled to the teacher, who released her grip, and Mo Wang was free once more.

Her chest trembled as she spoke in a rapid-fire manner: “Adopt me. I’m thin, so I won’t look too old. I don’t cry, I don’t need to be comforted, and I can sleep, use the bathroom, and eat on my own. If just anyone will do, I’ll do better than any of them.”

Mo Wang had never spoken so many words in her life. She was betting everything she had on an uncertain future.

Mother Mo seemed visibly moved, leaning forward slightly, but Father Mo stopped her.

He stepped forward, looking down at her from above, his voice carrying an authoritative tone that brooked no deception.

“Why do you want us to adopt you? We have wealth, power, comfort, and reputation. Which of these is your goal?”

He had no idea that such questions were far too complex and heavy for a five-year-old child.

Mo Wang opened her mouth. She should have said that she wanted to be their daughter, to help them with their worries, to long for a happy family, words that would have been intimate and heartfelt.

But they felt pale, weak, and unconvincing.

She crouched down, grabbing the hem of Father Mo’s pants in a gesture of submission and a plea for protection.

“I want to survive.”

With just those four words, An Suna grew visibly flustered. Her voice distorted as she awkwardly and sharply tried to smooth things over: “What is this child saying? Even if you aren’t adopted, the orphanage will always take care of you.”

Father Mo pulled the hem of his pants from Mo Wang’s grasp. His hand was strong and unyielding.

All hope was lost.

Mo Wang didn’t cling any further, her fingers tightening around her sleeves. After the rollercoaster of excitement, all she could do was tremble and breathe heavily, a mix of fear and disappointment.

She had lost her bet.

Someone like Father Mo, who never went back on his word, would never change his mind once he had refused.

And she had said such a thing, how could An Suna possibly let it go?

Father Mo didn’t look at Mo Wang again. Instead, he turned to An Suna and said, “Enough. Everyone knows the tricks you play here.”

“This child will be named Mo Wang. Since all she wants is to survive, then she should not hope for things that do not belong to her.”

Mo Wang looked up in disbelief.

The sprout of joy had not even broken through the soil before it was extinguished.

Father Mo glanced back at her and said coldly,

“Mo Wang, let’s go. You said you wouldn’t cause us any trouble.”

With that, he strode forward without looking back. Mother Mo took his arm and followed An Suna to complete the paperwork.

Mo Wang wiped away the tears that had involuntarily streamed down her face and, mustering all her strength, ran to catch up.

She did not smile.

She shouldn’t hope for things that weren’t hers. She didn’t know if a happy life was among those things she couldn’t hope for.

The road ahead was long. For a child born without parents, life was a journey from one orphanage to another, drifting and displaced.

…

Mo Wang relaxed against Mo Li: “And then, you know the rest.”

Her expression was light, as if she had already let go of the past, without a trace of resentment: “In the Mo family, I received this kindness, and so I had to live like a slave, never asking for anything in return.”

“I need to earn money, deal with disputes among the servants, study, uphold my mother’s reputation, and be my father’s emotional punching bag.”

Mo Li’s eyes filled with heartache. “So, do you hate them? Do you want revenge?”

Mo Wang shook her head. “I feel a little resentment, but not because of that.”

She took Mo Li’s fingers, tracing them one by one, even bringing them to her lips with a suggestive, sensual gesture.

“Shall we do it?”

Mo Li didn’t want her to evade the question and gently held Mo Wang’s fingertips. “Why don’t you hate them?”

Mo Wang had no choice but to answer, she never avoided Mo Li’s questions.

“Because they did take me out of the orphanage. After leaving the Mo family, I investigated. The children at Maria Orphanage had no legal identities; it was an absolutely secretive institution.”

“Since the legal requirements for adoption were strict, they fabricated plausible identities for the children and sold them to wealthy families.”

“The wealthy man who was originally supposed to buy me was impotent and deeply insecure. He feared being mocked by adult women, so he preferred to buy children who knew nothing and bully them.”

Mo Wang sighed. “When I was elected student council president, father said I could make one request. I told him I wanted to find ’04.'”

“But she was already dead.”

“When I gained a bit more influence, I sent someone to investigate Maria Orphanage. It was still operating, and of all the children who were there with me back then, I’m the only one still alive.”

Mo Li fell silent.

One by one, children’s lives had been swallowed without a trace by ugly desires and greed. The cruelty of reality was staggering.

“So, I don’t hate our parents. The fact that I’ve survived until today is partly due to my own struggle, but also because of the opportunities they gave me.”

She gave a bitter smile. “But they won’t even give me what I rightfully deserve.”

Mo Wang’s tone quickly turned resolute. “Since my time in the orphanage, I’ve understood, if you want something, you have to fight for it.”

“If I had relied only on naivety and tears to find happiness, I would have died a hundred times over.”

Mo Li didn’t know what to say. “What if you rely on me? I may not be as mature or clever as you, but I’ll give it my all.”

“Mo Li, you haven’t even thought about our future. You don’t want to get married, you’re content with the status quo, you want to maintain this lover’s relationship, how can you give it your all?”

Mo Wang’s eyes were hollow: no tears, no disappointment, no expectations.

She was even smiling, as if she had long anticipated Mo Li’s lack of ambition.

“But I don’t want that. Tepid, neutral revolutionaries have long become casualties at the hands of radicals. So, I will definitely attend the shareholders’ meeting. What I deserve, what I want, this time, I’ll take it all back.”

Silence fell again. Mo Li knew she couldn’t persuade Mo Wang.

Mo Wang, however, chuckled softly, turned over, and rested her head on Mo Li’s soft abdomen.

“Let me hold you. After the shareholders’ meeting, you might end up hating me.”

In the detention center, Luo Licheng huddled in the small cell. He sat curled in the corner with his knees drawn up, his hair full of straw and his face covered in stubble. It seemed he hadn’t bathed in a long time as he stared fixedly at the narrow gap in the iron-barred window.

His fingers continuously traced patterns on the ground, their tips calloused from friction, producing a soft rustling sound as they moved across the floor.

Like a serpent slithering.

Bitch, bitch…

After being framed by them, he had been stuck here for over ten days.

No news from the outside, only the blinding fluorescent lights during interrogations, the sleepless and water-deprived questioning sessions.

How were the Luo family stocks? Had his father come to bail him out? Had they hired a lawyer? Had the news spread?

Damn it, no one was giving him any information.

Bitch, bitch, all of them bitches.

His pupils trembled wildly, and he muttered to himself under his breath.

If he got the chance, if he got the chance, if he got the chance, he would never let these bitches and bastards get away with it.

He was seeking revenge, what was wrong with that?

Even if he ended up in court, wouldn’t many people sympathize with him when the news broke?

The judge must know what happens to those who cross the Luo family, right?

Luo Licheng’s lips stretched into a wide grin, his teeth coated in grime, like a beast that feasted on raw flesh and blood.

Once he regained his freedom, it would be time to slaughter his enemies.

Unbeknownst to him, just beyond the iron door, one of the patrolling guards abruptly stepped out of the surveillance range, while the other unusually pulled out a set of keys, unlocked the heavy iron door, and approached Luo Licheng through the barred window.

“Luo Licheng, you have a visitor.”

His cap was pulled low, hiding his eyes and their icy gaze.

Luo Licheng eagerly rushed forward, shaking the iron bars with a loud clatter. “Then hurry up and open the door! Take me away.”

The guard curled his lips into a smile. “Alright.”