"A good marriage? What is a good marriage? Does it have to be like yours, full of love and feelings, to count as good?" Mrs. Chen asked with a light laugh.
Qiao Mo remained silent.
"Love will fade one day, but wealth and status are eternal guarantees. In comparison, isn’t Nancheng the best match for Shi Qing?" Mrs. Chen turned her head to look at Qiao Mo, speaking again.
"Mrs. Chen seems deeply pained by love, which is why you’re so negative. But you must know that wealth can’t buy everything, and neither wealth nor status is eternal." Qiao Mo didn’t agree with her views.
Maybe she had her own experiences, but how she saw things was irrelevant. She shouldn’t impose such ideas on others.
"Heh, not eternal, of course. For instance, your father once built his fortune from scratch, and now he’s suddenly a prisoner. But even so, compared to love, wealth is the only thing you can truly hold onto."
ntioning Qiao Dehou, a hint of gentleness appeared in Qiao Mo’s eyes.
So what if he’s a prisoner? Her father was set up, but that doesn’t deny his love for her.
"Here’s a check with the amount left blank. I only want you to leave Fu Nancheng and Jiang City." Mrs. Chen handed over a check, her fair hands with crimson nails immaculately maintained, looking very attractive.
Looking at the check, Qiao Mo didn’t take it.
Mrs. Chen spoke again: "Miss Qiao should hold onto what you can grasp now, rather than sothing vague and fleeting. Love will pass one day. If you continue being stubborn, you’ll regret it eventually."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, slowly reaching out to take the check, sarcastically saying, "Fill in anything I want? I’m afraid whatever I write won’t fit on this check."
With that, Qiao Mo tore the check into pieces.
She doesn’t have much money now, especially compared to her past life with the Qiao family.
But she believed in her abilities, and she could support herself. Why use endless money to buy her own happiness?
Seeing this, Mrs. Chen’s expression darkened.
"Qiao Mo, do you realize that you are just a substitute? Do you really think Fu Nancheng loves you?"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Mo was slightly stunned.
The Chen family really had their ways; not only did Chen Shiqing know, but even Mrs. Chen was aware.
Who else knew that she, Qiao Mo, was not the woman Fu Nancheng had been searching for?
Seeing this, Mrs. Chen decided to apply more pressure.
She gently held Qiao Mo’s hand.
Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, instinctively trying to pull her hand away.
But Mrs. Chen, though not very strong, held her tightly.
Qiao Mo looked up, directly eting the impeccably made-up face.
Mrs. Chen gave her a smile and gently said, "Qiao Mo, you know that what you’re enjoying now does not truly belong to you."
"What do you an?"
"From what I know, you had lost your mory, right?"
Qiao Mo stared at her, dazed.
"You must know that you are not worthy of this happiness. You are soone in debt." Mrs. Chen’s tone was low, speaking slowly.
Looking into her eyes, Qiao Mo felt as if they were hiding so deep secret.
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Qiao Mo withdrew her hand, feeling inexplicably disturbed.
She didn’t like this feeling, this feeling of knowing nothing.
But what exactly had happened before?
Hadn’t she already asked Qiao Dehou?
What was the aning of Mrs. Chen’s words today...
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