Surviving In Another World With My Three Cups!-Chapter 120 -

Later that evening, the household had settled after dinner. The children had been tucked into their rooms, the small courtyard lit with faint lanterns that flickered softly in the corners. The scent of rain lingered in the air, promising an evening storm. Lin Xu was quietly finishing her tea when a soft knock echoed at her door.

"Lady Lin," a calm voice called. It was one of the younger maids, bowing slightly. "General Mo requests your presence."

Lin Xu rose gracefully. "I’ll go," she said, adjusting her sleeve. She didn’t need to ask why; she already knew it was Mo Ying. The house, despite its quiet charm, held shadows of power that seemed to follow her even now.

The maid nodded and led the way. Outside, the first drops of rain began to fall, misting the stone path. Soon, the soft drizzle became a steady patter, and the courtyard lanterns shimmered in the wet air. The maid hesitated, glancing nervously at the sky.

"Lady Lin, perhaps.... perhaps I should fetch an umbrella?" she asked, her voice tight with anxiety.

Lin Xu stopped her with a gentle raise of her hand. "No. Let it rain." Her gaze lifted to the grey sky, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Let it fall. I’ll walk."

The maid blinked, unsure, but ultimately followed her charge without protest. They moved slowly through the rain-soaked path, the scent of wet earth mixing with the lingering fragrance of purple flowers. Lin Xu’s hair began to stick to her neck, and her sleeves clung to her arms, but she paid no mind. Every step toward Mo Ying’s quarters seemed both inevitable and charged with quiet tension.

By the time Lin Xu arrived, her dress was soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. The maid behind her was trembling slightly, ready to rush forward to shield her, but Lin Xu motioned for her to stop. She stepped inside Mo Ying’s quarters alone. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Mo Ying was pacing near the fireplace, his expression dark. His hair was damp from the rain that had found its way in despite the half-open balcony doors. The moment he saw her, his face twisted in anger.

"Lin Xu!" he barked, stepping forward. "Do you want to catch a cold? Are you out of your mind?"

Lin Xu’s gaze met his calmly, a quiet defiance in her eyes. "I’ll be fine," she said softly. She could see the maid trembling behind her, and she raised a hand to stop Mo Ying.

"No, don’t..." Lin Xu’s voice carried an authority that made even Mo Ying pause. "She meant no harm. Don’t punish her for following me."

Mo Ying’s shoulders stiffened, his jaw clenched. Slowly, he nodded but kept his gaze fixed on Lin Xu, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and concern.

"Do you realize..." he began, his voice lower now, almost vulnerable, "how reckless that was? Rain like this—people get sick. Do you not think of yourself?"

"I do," she said quietly, "and I am here. That is enough." Her soaked hair clung to her cheeks, and yet she seemed serene, untouchable even by the storm.

Mo Ying stepped closer, his tone softening, though the sharp edge never fully left his voice. "You should not have come like this... yet I can’t—" He paused, exhaling sharply. "I can’t scold you when I see this resolve of yours. It’s maddening."

Lin Xu allowed herself a faint, teasing smile, despite the chill. "You might scold me if you like. But words cannot change that I walked here, and the rain cannot stop me from seeing you."

Mo Ying studied her silently for a long moment. Then, he sat in the chair by the window, his damp clothes clinging to him like hers. His eyes, normally sharp and calculating, softened as he spoke. "Lin Xu... I have decided something. Something that cannot be changed."

Lin Xu tilted her head slightly, waiting.

"I will make Mo Yuen my heir," he said quietly. "The next General of the Mo family. He is young, yes, but... he will inherit everything. And I..." He paused, letting the words settle. "I want him to grow with your guidance, your care. The Mo family will follow his lead one day, and through him... through you, I hope our family can truly flourish."

Lin Xu’s heart tightened slightly, touched by the weight of his words. She nodded, her hands still folded in front of her. "I will do my best," she said, her voice steady. "For Mo Yuen, for the family... and for you."

Unknown to both of them, a shadow lingered beyond the slightly ajar door. San Na’s eyes glinted from behind it, silent and sharp. Her face was pale, drawn with tension, her hands clutching the doorframe as she listened. Each word Mo Ying spoke was a blade twisting in her chest. Her breath hitched, and a cold fury began to build.

Finally, she turned silently, the heavy rain masking the soft swish of her silk robe. The maid trailing behind her tried to speak, but San Na silenced her with a look sharp enough to cut glass. She stormed down the hallway, her shoes slipping on the wet tiles, until she reached her private chambers.

The moment the door slammed shut behind her, the storm inside her erupted. She threw herself against the room, shattering porcelain vases and throwing cushions in a frenzy. Her voice, ragged and unrestrained, echoed against the walls.

"Three years..." she screamed, voice cracking, "three years I’ve stayed in this poisonous house, yearning for a man who would never love me!"

Her tears fell freely now, her body wracked with sobs. "And here he is... showing love and compassion to another! My own son, Mon Sheng... he should inherit everything! I am the main wife! I deserve it all!"

San Na’s hands gripped the shattered remains of a vase, her knuckles white with fury. Slowly, her grief twisted into something darker, sharper. Her lips curled into a cold, calculated smile.

"But no..." she whispered through gritted teeth, the storm outside echoing her rage. "He will give it all to her... to Lin Xu. But I... I will not let anything stand in my way. Anything. Not a flower, not a child, not a single heartbeat. If she has the love he denied me... then I will burn it all, until nothing remains."

Her gaze swept across the room, falling on the broken remnants of her own life. And in that moment, a vow was made, one that would shape the storms to come.

Outside, the rain continued, relentless, as Lin Xu dried herself and spoke quietly with Mo Ying. Inside, San Na’s fury gathered like thunder, silent yet deadly, waiting for the first crack to strike.