"Let’s go." He smiled at her slightly and turned to walk into the hotel.
Qiao Mo was beguiled by that smile of his, leaving her no thought to look at others, her mind blank as she followed him into the hotel.
Inside the hotel, it was a world of dazzling lights, splendid and resplendent.
"Xiao Mo... Our little Mo is truly becoming more and more beautiful!" said Old Mrs. Qiao.
From the mont Qiao Mo appeared, she imdiately greeted her, her old face full of wrinkles yet clearly showing genuine happiness.
Several aunts imdiately began to flatter her, as if they weren’t the sa people who had torn faces earlier.
Song Yuqin just gave a warm smile, Qiao Yin wore a white dress, glanced at Qiao Mo, snorted coldly, still dissatisfied.
Yet even so, this scene made Qiao Mo feel sowhat warm.
Even though she knew they might be happy because they thought the Qiao family had now attached themselves to the big tree of the Fu family.
She had thought it through, the engagent party was large in scale. Even if she didn’t invite them, they would certainly hear about it and show up uninvited.
Rather than that awkward and ugly scene, she’d rather take the initiative. At least it looked like everyone was happy.
"Mr. Fu... Mr. Fu is truly a fine young man... he and our little Mo really make a perfect match," Old Mrs. Qiao spoke again, and Mr. Qiao, who hadn’t been seen for a long ti, nodded in agreent.
Qiao Mo exchanged pleasantries with several people for a while, feeling a bit lost thinking of Qiao Dehou lying in the hospital bed.
If only father could co, it would be great.
Before long, the engagent banquet began.
The process was not really complicated; mainly they had hired a host to officiate, who briefly introduced Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng, and then announced the engagent today.
"From this mont on, Miss Qiao Mo officially becos Mr. Fu Nancheng’s fiancée. Now, let’s all wish them a happy marriage soon, full of love, till the end of their days!"
Amidst a round of applause, Qiao Mo’s cheeks blushed a little more, as she watched Fu Nancheng gently curl his lips, stirring sothing in him.
Finally, Old Mr. Fu and Mr. Qiao each went on stage to deliver a few remarks.
"Qiao Mo is a very smart and vivacious child. Not only is she talented in design, but also has deep knowledge of classical literature. She has a good character, is gentle and virtuous, and is also beautiful. After marrying into our Fu family, she will beco our Fu family’s young mistress..."
Qiao Mo and Fu Nancheng stood aside, fingers intertwined. Listening to Old Mr. Fu’s generous words of praise, she felt a bit guilty.
She tugged at the man beside her, and Qiao Mo whispered, "Didn’t your grandpa disagree? Why is he still giving a speech?"
"I told him if he didn’t co today, our son would take your last na," Fu Nancheng replied softly.
"Huh? Take my last na?"
Haha... the Fu family is already sowhat sparse in numbers.
Fu Nancheng’s remark hit Old Mr. Fu right on his sore spot.
After all, even though he couldn’t agree with Qiao Mo, he couldn’t keep Fu Nancheng tied at ho and force him to marry another woman.
But having chosen Qiao Mo, he was still sowhat unwilling. Not to ntion the last ti when Fu Nancheng had outmaneuvered him with Chen Shiqing, causing him to lose face, how could he be willing to co and speak at Qiao Mo’s engagent party again.
Yet, the prospect of his grandson taking the na Qiao left him no choice but to put aside his pride, standing on stage lavishly praising Qiao Mo’s virtuous nature and exceptional talent.
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