Qiao Mo looked at him tenderly, "If I tell him now, he won’t agree. I can only explain to him afterward."
Xie Qinghuan remained silent and said no more.
"Help move him to the bed." Qiao Mo spoke softly. The sofa was too small, and she feared he might feel uncomfortable overnight.
After much effort, the two of them managed to get him onto the bed. Qiao Mo tucked him in, changed her clothes, grabbed the wedding dress from the coat rack, turned off the lights, and left.
Seven o’clock the next morning.
Fu Nancheng awoke from a dizzy spell, glanced at his side, and found no one there.
Recalling last night’s events, his blurry eyes quickly turned sharp.
He glanced over the half glass of red wine left on the coffee table in the living room, a wicked glint flashing through his eyes.
Good, very good!
He was curious to see what this woman intended by drugging him!
anwhile, at a church in the western suburbs of Jiang City.
As the bell tolled, the morning light cast a delicate golden veil over the castle-like church, with a few white doves occasionally spreading their wings to fly from a corner of it.
On the pale green lawn outside the church, long tables were arranged, wrapped in layers of white gauze intertwined with green leaves. Pink and white hydrangeas were placed in various vases, elegantly complenting the desserts and champagne on the tables.
anwhile, inside a changing room within the church.
Qiao Mo had already changed into her wedding dress and stood before the mirror, lost in thought. She had often imagined herself in white, yet never thought it would be on such a day, in such circumstances.
A hint of amazent flashed across Xie Qinghuan’s eyes. Standing beside her, he softly comnted, "Xiao Mo, you look beautiful."
Qiao Mo offered a gentle smile, "I wonder when I can truly get married."
Xie Qinghuan hesitated to speak, ultimately letting out a light sigh.
As they were speaking, there ca a ’knock knock’ at the door.
Xie Qinghuan imdiately went to open it. Aunt Lan gently pushed Feng Lan, who sat in a wheelchair, into the room. Upon seeing Qiao Mo, she offered a warm smile.
In a short ti, Feng Lan, who used to be gentle and demure, had beco extrely gaunt. Her complexion was sallow and pale, and her hair had turned silvery white in large patches. From a distance, her skeletal figure was heart-wrenching.
"Aunt Feng."
Feng Lan’s eyes held a hint of affection as Qiao Mo approached and softly called her, "Xiao Mo..."
Qiao Mo’s eyes turned slightly red, and she half-crouched by the wheelchair, holding her hand.
"Xiao Mo... I’m sorry for you... this wedding was organized so hastily," Feng Lan spoke weakly, her voice fragile like dandelion seeds ready to be scattered by the wind.
"Aunt Feng, what are you saying? I’m too happy for words."
Feng Lan’s eyes grew sowhat clouded, the hollows of her cheeks lined with the marks of ti. The smallest size of a red suit hung incredibly loose on her.
Qiao Mo couldn’t understand how soone could be tornted to such an extent in just a few months.
Feng Lan gently patted Qiao Mo’s hand and slowly produced a box, opening it.
Inside the box was a jade-green bracelet, clear and bright, as if droplets of water might fall from it.
She slowly put the bracelet on Qiao Mo’s hand, speaking in a frail voice, "This was... a gift from Jing Hao’s father. I don’t have much to give now, except for this bracelet... I’ve kept it hidden for many years, never willing to wear it."
"Now, I’ll leave it to you..."
The jade bracelet on Qiao Mo’s fair wrist looked indescribably beautiful.
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