Meanwhile, Yang Qingyun calmly placed down her teacup again. Then she asked indifferently:

"Now tell me, Qingxi."

"Where exactly did you get the confidence that Su Mo would continue staying here purely for your small benefits?"

Her words were calm.

But they struck directly at the core.

Yang Qingxi’s expression stiffened slightly.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyun sneered faintly.

"When you can’t provide enough value... What reason does he have to remain here?"

"You talk about destiny and protagonists. That pressure is on us."

"But from what you described..."

"Su Mo himself clearly possesses extraordinary opportunities. So he is likely a protagonist too. Your concerns are not his concerns."

"He is here because he feels like it."

"Then why should someone like him remain tied here forever?"

Yang Qingxi subconsciously lowered her gaze. She was shocked that her mother could deduce that Su Mo was a protagonist, even though she hadn’t said it explicitly.

But she had no mood to care about that. Her mother’s words hit her hard.

Because these were precisely the fears she never wanted to face directly.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingyun looked toward her daughter helplessly.

"Qingxi."

"You’re too used to controlling others."

"You believe that if you plan carefully enough, you can maintain this stability."

"But relationships are not business."

"You cannot endlessly consume someone’s value while providing almost nothing in return."

Yang Qingxi clenched her fists slightly.

"...I never treated him like that."

"I know."

Yang Qingyun nodded calmly.

"That’s why the current situation still exists."

"If you were truly using him selfishly, someone like Su Mo would’ve left long ago."

Her tone gradually softened slightly.

"But that’s also exactly why your current behaviour is dangerous."

"You’re relying too much on vague understanding and emotional ambiguity."

"You keep thinking about future dangers, yet you never truly considered what Su Mo himself wants."

Yang Qingxi slowly fell silent.

Because she genuinely did not know.

Su Mo looked extremely lazy and carefree.

Sometimes terrifyingly sharp. Other times childish.

Sometimes mature enough to make people feel pressured. He acts like a money-grubber, but also shows his indifference towards it.

Even after living with him for this period, she could not fully understand him.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingyun quietly observed her daughter. Then sighed softly.

"Qingxi..."

"Do you know what your biggest problem is right now?"

Yang Qingxi remained silent.

"You still subconsciously believe Su Mo belongs within your control."

"Not forcefully. But emotionally."

"You assume this current relationship will naturally continue. That’s what you judged observing his nature, right?"

Upon seeing her nod, Yang Qingyun’s gaze sharpened slightly.

"But what if one day he becomes bored?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"What if he suddenly finds a new goal?"

"What if he simply had enough of helping you solve your troubles and decides to leave?"

Her words gradually became sharper.

"At that time..."

"What exactly will you use to keep him here?"

"Feelings? Responsibility? Your current relationship?"

Yang Qingxi’s fingers tightened further each time her mother spoke.

"Su Mo won’t leave me... We are on the same side."

Regardless of her daughter’s dark face. Yang Qingyun continued calmly, each sentence striking deeper.

"Are you sure? You don’t even have a proper relationship status."

"He isn’t tied him down emotionally."

"The interests you speak of are unfair in terms."

"You haven’t even properly expressed your own thoughts."

Her lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.

"And yet... You still confidently believe this relationship will continue forever?"

Yang Qingxi’s breathing became slightly heavier.

Because every sentence from her mother felt like a sharp blade directly cutting apart the fears she kept avoiding, she kept avoiding.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingyun finally delivered the final strike calmly:

"When you cannot provide enough value..."

"When you cannot even clearly define your own place beside him..."

"On what basis do you think he’ll stay?"

Her gaze quietly settled on Yang Qingxi.

"Didn’t you consider..."

"That he might leave at any moment?"

The room fell completely silent.

"And when that day comes..."

Yang Qingyun spoke softly.

"You probably won’t even have time to regret it."

*Snap*

The table broke apart, as if being clenched by hands using inhuman force.

"What should I do, Mom...?"

Yang Qingxi’s voice finally lost its earlier composure.

After listening to Yang Qingyun’s calm analysis, the uneasiness buried inside her heart was completely dragged out into the open.

"I don’t care about other things..."

She clenched her fingers tightly.

"But I don’t want to lose Su Mo."

For the first time tonight, panic clearly appeared on her face.

Yang Qingyun was in cold sweat as she looked at the state of the table, then quietly observed her daughter.

Honestly, seeing the usually cold and composed Yang Qingxi look this flustered was rather interesting. But this show of strength surprised her. Even knowing her daughter was a Foundation Building Cultivator, watching it with her own eyes gives an entirely different feeling.

After all, just the last time she came here, her daughter was just a cold beauty managing the company. Now, because of the arrival of some system, she inexplicably became a powerhouse.

Soon, the panicked Yang Qingxi suddenly spoke again:

"Should I give him my shares in the company?"

"It should be worth hundreds of billions. That should make him stay and not be willing to leave me."

Yang Qingyun’s lips twitched immediately.

"...Qingxi."

Then she asked directly:

"Just answer me honestly."

"Do you like him?"

"Huh?"

Yang Qingxi froze.

Then she immediately averted her eyes.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"How can I like him?"

"I just need him working under me."

"To deal with those protagonists, I need his strength."

Her tone sounded extremely rational and selfish.

As if Su Mo were merely some important strategic ally.

However, Yang Qingyun looked at her daughter speechlessly. Then rolled her eyes.

"Stop fooling yourself, Qingxi."

"I’m not." Yang Qingxi denied.

"Is that so?"

Yang Qingyun smiled faintly. Her tone suddenly became calmer and sharper.

"In that case, let me make this simple for you."

"If your only concern is dealing with those Sons of Luck..."