Chapter 253 Mo Shiyan You Are Disturbing Me - The Rejected Heiress's Possesive Tycoon Husband - NovelsTime

The Rejected Heiress's Possesive Tycoon Husband

Chapter 253 Mo Shiyan You Are Disturbing Me

Author: Yan Yuan
updatedAt: 2025-11-05

CHAPTER 253: CHAPTER 253 MO SHIYAN YOU ARE DISTURBING ME

「The Mo Family.」

Mo Shiyan’s courtyard remained silent until noon. A few servants gathered outside the courtyard gate, whispering amongst themselves.

"Miss An Yan is truly skilled, isn’t she? It’s only been one day, and she has Young Master Shiyan completely bewitched."

"Shameless! Xiaoxuan, go tell the Young Master to get up for lunch!" the slightly older maid, Sister Lin, ordered, her expression cold.

Xiaoxuan grumbled unwillingly, "I’m not going. The Young Master’s temper isn’t exactly pleasant. If I disturb him, will I even have this job anymore?"

"Then you go, Xiaohong!"

Xiaohong was new. She wanted to put up a brave front like Xiaoxuan and refuse, but Sister Lin had gotten her this job. If she didn’t listen to Sister Lin, and Sister Lin said something bad to the supervisor, she might lose her position.

So, she reluctantly pushed open the courtyard gate and gently knocked on the room door. "Young Master, it’s time for lunch!"

After speaking, Xiaohong pressed her ear against the door.

A faint female voice sounded from within, "Ayan, I want to sleep a little longer."

Then, Mo Shiyan’s voice followed, "Alright, sleep a bit more then. I’ll have someone bring the food in."

"MMH!"

A few minutes later, the room door opened, and Mo Shiyan appeared in the doorway, wearing a robe. His handsome features and perfect figure gave him an air of elegance, as if he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine, even in sleepwear.

Xiaohong was momentarily flustered. However, she didn’t dare to look for long and quickly lowered her gaze.

"Bring the dishes here. Just set them in the living room," Mo Shiyan instructed.

Xiaohong acknowledged and quickly turned to leave.

As soon as she stepped out of the courtyard, the others crowded around her.

"Did you see her? Was Miss An Yan really in bed with Young Master Shiyan until now?"

"Ah, ’The night of pleasure was too short, the sun already high; from then on, the ruler held no early court!’" another quipped.

Xiaohong ignored their chatter and relayed Mo Shiyan’s instructions, "The Young Master said to bring the dishes to his room!"

"To his room? Was Miss An Yan so exhausted from last night that he plans to feed her in there?"

"Did you see An Yan?" Sister Lin asked.

Xiaohong shot Sister Lin a displeased look. "How could I dare to look inside? But I did hear her voice."

"So, you only heard her voice, huh?" Sister Lin murmured. Her task was to confirm whether An Yan was truly with Mo Shiyan. How could she confirm without seeing the person? No, she couldn’t let anyone else go; she had to see for herself.

The dishes from the kitchen were arranged on trays. Sister Lin, uncharacteristically humble, personally stepped forward and picked up the foremost plate. "Let’s go."

The younger maids quickly followed.

Arriving at Mo Shiyan’s residence, Sister Lin knocked on the door. "Young Master, the food is here."

"Leave it outside," came Mo Shiyan’s voice.

"Yes, sir."

Sister Lin instructed the others to set down the food. As she transferred dishes from a tray, she craned her neck, trying to peer towards the bedroom. There was a distinct bulge under the covers on the bed, with black hair splayed across a snow-white pillow.

Just as she was wondering whether to make some noise to get the person in bed to show their face... Mo Shiyan emerged from the bathroom.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, his voice flat.

Sister Lin quickly lowered her head. "Young Master, should I go and wake Miss An Yan for her meal?"

Mo Shiyan’s expression turned icy. "Go on, then."

A flicker of joy went through Sister Lin. She turned and took a few steps, then a sudden chill ran down her spine. Turning back, she saw Mo Shiyan holding his phone.

"Steward," Mo Shiyan said into the phone, "a mere maid in my courtyard dares to ride roughshod over me..."

"Young Master!" Sister Lin gasped, spinning around and dropping to her knees. "Young Master, I was wrong! I only wanted to help call Miss An Yan..." She couldn’t afford to be fired! If she were fired and deemed useless, would Young Master Feng still give her money?

"Get out!" Mo Shiyan roared.

From the bedroom, a woman’s voice called out, laced with sleepiness, "Mo Shiyan, you’re disturbing me."

Mo Shiyan aimed a kick at Sister Lin, then strode into the bedroom and slammed the door shut.

Sister Lin hesitated for a moment, then scrambled to her feet and hurried out. Staying was no longer possible, but this last piece of news could still fetch her a good sum of money.

Sister Lin left the estate and headed straight for the Feng Family residence.

"It’s confirmed!" she reported. "Miss An Yan was sleeping in Young Master Shiyan’s room!"

Upon receiving the news, Feng Jingnian was completely relieved.

「Li Tianyao’s Villa.」

Just after dinner, An Yan was preparing to leave for the Mo Family estate. The auction of Mo Shiyan’s shares was that afternoon, and she had to be there; after all, Mo Shiyan was selling his shares because of her.

However, Li Tianyao grabbed her hand. "There are still three hours. Are you in such a rush to see that pretty boy?"

An Yan looked up at him, a grin playing on her lips. "He’s not as fair-skinned as you, nor as handsome!"

Mo Shiyan’s complexion was a delicate fairness achieved through expensive cosmetics. Li Tianyao’s, however, was a natural, intrinsic fairness, a result of the regenerative factors in his body—a perfect complexion untouched by any hardship.

"Go in another two hours!"

"That won’t do." When it came to serious matters, An Yan wouldn’t compromise. "Feng Jingnian is very sharp. If he realizes we’re just acting, he won’t be fooled. Oh, come on, Big Brother, just let me go, please!"

An Yan was completely relaxed around Li Tianyao now. She found herself acting coy with him effortlessly, without any inhibitions.

And as it happened, Li Tianyao was a complete sucker for it. Though still not entirely pleased, he finally released her hand.

As he watched her flit out of the window like a graceful butterfly, his captivated mind gradually began to clear.

"Lu Feng?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go throw out the Young Miss’s two little followers for me!"

"HUH?"

At Li Tianyao’s sharp glance, Lu Feng immediately lowered his head. "I’ll go at once."

「In the Lab.」

Liang Chen and Mu Enyu stared blankly at Lu Feng.

"What did you say? Our brother-in-law wants us to leave?" Mu Enyu asked.

Lu Feng confirmed, "Yes."

"But why? I already said Sister Yan would never betray Ninth Master! This must be one of her strategies. Why would he..."

Lu Feng cut in, "Hurry up, pack your things, and leave immediately!"

Mu Enyu wanted to protest further, but Liang Chen grabbed her hand. "Let’s pack."

No matter the reason, he and Mu Enyu were An Yan’s teammates. Naturally, they would go wherever An Yan went!

「The Mo Estate.」

An Yan had just arrived when a servant came to report, "Young Master, Miss An Yan, there are two people outside who say they are Miss An Yan’s teammates!"

An Yan paused, startled. "Mu Enyu and Liang Chen?"

"Yes, yes, those are their names," the servant confirmed.

An Yan felt a wave of helplessness. That guy, Li Tianyao! Soothed one moment, only to take his anger out on her people the next. Still, their arrival was actually a good thing; it would make her supposed split with Li Tianyao seem all the more real.

The spies quickly relayed this new development to their respective masters.

When Feng Jingnian heard this, he relaxed even further. An Yan, without Li Tianyao backing her... why should he even care about her anymore?

The moment Mu Enyu saw An Yan, she ran over and linked her arm through An Yan’s. "Sister Yan, what’s going on? How did you suddenly get together with Mo Shiyan?"

An Yan gave a wry smile. "It’s a long story."

"Then tell me slowly, I’m not in a rush!" Mu Enyu chirped. No matter what, she would definitely support Sister Yan.

However, An Yan mercilessly crushed her gossipy curiosity. "What’s the research progress? Did you bring the experimental data?"

"We brought it," Liang Chen replied, patting the bag slung across his chest. "It’s all in here. Sister Yan, do you want to look at it now?"

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