The Eleventh Year After My Death Chapter 124

Lin Mo attended her classes as usual at school.

At noon, she had lunch in the cafeteria.

In high school, most students were focused on their studies, and her words from that day had won her plenty of support.

Now, no one dared to gossip about her openly in the cafeteria.

Though part of the reason might also be Shen Ji'an's fists and Zhao Zixin's unyielding lunch tray.

Shen Ji'an had picked out a light meal for Lin Mo.

Just as they sat down, Zhao Zixin arrived with her tray.

"Goddess, here’s a yogurt for you! This one’s super delicious!" she said, immediately trying to curry favor.

Shen Ji'an glanced at Zhao Zixin from under his long bangs.

Noticing his gaze, Zhao Zixin retorted, "I only bought one extra. If you want some, go get your own."

Shen Ji'an scoffed, "I don’t even want it!"

At that moment, Gu Jingzhou approached with his tray, about to take the last seat at their table.

Zhao Zixin and Shen Ji'an both turned to glare at him.

"Get lost," they said in unison.

Gu Jingzhou frowned.

He knew Shen Ji'an disliked him, but he couldn’t figure out why Zhao Zixin had a problem with him.

Lin Mo stayed silent, but Gu Jingzhou still tried to sit down.

The chubby Zhang Shuo seized the opportunity, shoving his hip sideways and knocking Gu Jingzhou away.

Gu Jingzhou: "..."

Sitting down triumphantly, Zhang Shuo grinned. "Haven’t seen you in two days, Miss! This old servant missed you to death!"

He had taken a day off due to diarrhea the day before, and Lin Mo had been absent yesterday.

Neither Shen Ji'an nor Zhao Zixin objected to Zhang Shuo joining them.

Zhao Zixin disliked Gu Jingzhou because she couldn’t stand persistent, clingy guys.

Munching on a chicken leg, Zhang Shuo asked, "Miss, were you feeling unwell too? Are you better now?"

Lin Mo nibbled on her bland cabbage. "Not completely. I think I need some acupuncture—those thin, metal needles, skewered with beef and lamb!"

The group burst into laughter.

Zhao Zixin grinned. "Easy! Goddess, I’ll treat you tonight!"

Shen Ji'an shook his head. "Not tonight. Wait until you’re fully recovered. After a cold, greasy food isn’t good for you."

Lin Mo blinked. "Just tonight! I’ll only eat a little!"

She’d had congee all day yesterday, congee again this morning, and now cabbage for lunch. She was losing hope in life.

Under her pleading gaze, Shen Ji'an couldn’t bring himself to refuse. "Fine. I’ll stay with you tonight. We’re taking a break from tutoring anyway, so I’ll make sure you don’t overeat."

Lin Mo: "..."

She pouted. "Shen Ji'an, where’s the trust between people?"

Time flew by, and soon it was after evening self-study.

The four of them met up and headed out of school together.

Just outside the gates, a middle-aged man in a suit approached, followed by four bodyguards in black.

"Miss Lin, President Huo wishes to see you," the man said.

Lin Mo’s brows furrowed slightly.

President Huo—it was obvious who that referred to.

She waved a hand dismissively. "I don’t want to see him."

The Huo Residence butler: "..."

He’d arrived much earlier but had been barred from entering by the school security, who refused to let them in despite his claims of being from the Huo family.

The guard had snapped, "I don’t care whose family you’re from. This is a school!"

The butler had never met a security guard so fearless.

But there was no point in picking a fight with low-level staff, so they waited until Lin Mo finished her classes.

Uncle Fang, the guard, should’ve been off duty by now.

But he’d stayed, suspicious of the strangers lurking outside. Worried for the students’ safety, he hadn’t left.

Now, seeing the scene unfold, he yanked off his cap, revealing a shiny bald head, and marched over with his baton. "What do you think you’re doing?"

They were targeting Lin Mo? Good thing he’d stayed!

Shen Ji'an, Zhao Zixin, and Zhang Shuo immediately stepped in front of Lin Mo.

The Huo butler remained smiling. "Miss Lin, are you sure you won’t come?"

The threat was unmistakable.

Lin Mo had known saving Zhao Ziling wouldn’t end peacefully, but she didn’t want to drag others into it.

She turned to Uncle Fang with a reassuring smile. "It’s fine, Uncle Fang. We know each other."

Then she pulled the three protectors aside. "Looks like acupuncture’s off for tonight. Let’s go tomorrow. You all head back first."

Shen Ji'an clenched his fists, Zhao Zixin narrowed her eyes, and Zhang Shuo planted his hands on his hips—none of them moved.

Lin Mo’s expression hardened slightly. "Listen to me."

The three didn’t dare disobey.

They watched as Lin Mo got into the black car.

Uncle Fang rubbed his bald head and hailed a taxi. "Follow that car," he told the driver.

The next second, the back door opened, and three more people piled in.

Uncle Fang frowned. "You three are barely bigger than boogers. Stay out of this."

Zhang Shuo scoffed. "Uncle Fang, have you ever seen a 180-pound booger?"

Shen Ji'an ignored the banter, pulling out his phone to call his second brother. "Second Brother, it’s bad! Sister was taken by the Huo family!"

Zhao Zixin also called her sister.

This time, Zhao Ziling picked up immediately.

"Jie, it’s bad! My goddess Lin Mo was taken by President Huo’s men!" Zhao Zixin blurted.

Zhao Ziling’s mind went blank.

She knew Huo Tingshen never let grudges go.

But she hadn’t expected him to send people after Lin Mo.

He should’ve been wary of Xie Guanyan!

So he still didn’t believe her when she said she’d stayed at Xie Guanyan’s villa because her best friend lived there.

He still thought she and Xie Guanyan were involved!

She had no idea what he’d do to Lin Mo.

Panic flashed in Zhao Ziling’s eyes. "Did they say where they’re taking her?"

Zhao Zixin: "No. We’re in a taxi following them, but I think they noticed—they’re speeding up!"

Zhao Ziling hung up and immediately called Lin Mo.

Lin Mo must regret saving her now!

In the car, Lin Mo’s phone rang—Zhao Ziling calling.

She reached for it, but a bodyguard snatched it away.

Lin Mo slapped him without hesitation. "Give it back!"

The bodyguard was stunned. He hadn’t expected such a pretty girl to have such a temper.

He didn’t know even their boss, Huo Tingshen, had been on the receiving end of her slaps.

The butler smiled. "Miss Lin, President Huo wishes to speak with you privately, so we’ll hold onto your phone for now."

Lin Mo eyed the four burly bodyguards in the car and didn’t push further. "Plenty of people saw you take me. If anything happens to me, President Huo won’t escape responsibility!"

The butler chuckled without responding.

In Jingbei, the Huo family ruled. If they wanted to bury something, no number of witnesses would change that.

Zhao Ziling called repeatedly, but no one answered.

Sweat beaded on her skin as she got into her car.

She’d sworn she wouldn’t yield to Huo Tingshen this time.

But now she had no choice.

Taking a deep breath, she dialed Huo Tingshen’s number.

The call was rejected.

She tried again—rejected again.

Her grip on the phone turned white-knuckled.

She quickly opened WeChat and found Huo Tingshen’s chat.

[Huo Tingshen, if you have a problem, come at me! If you dare lay a finger on Lin Mo, I’ll kill you!]