Zhao Yu dragged Ni Yang downstairs for a big loop, even wanting to take her around the village to show off, but Ni Yang coldly rejected the idea.
As the wedding date drew closer, the Mo family matriarch was getting anxious.
"Old man, do you think the sixth one is reliable? Maybe you should go talk to Jingrong and see if she can secure Yang Ziyue’s venue as a backup," she suggested.
The Mo family patriarch was also concerned and nodded, saying, "Alright, I’ll go talk to her now."
The patriarch went to find Zhao Jingrong to discuss the matter.
Zhao Jingrong replied, "Grandpa, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but the timing is just too tight—it’s simply too late to make arrangents. I ntioned last ti that I could help Uncle secure Yang Ziyue’s venue, but you didn’t seem to take it seriously back then. Why the sudden urgency now?"
It was obvious: Mo Qishen’s pride was getting in the way. He couldn’t secure a good hotel on his own, and now he was begging her shalessly.
But suddenly, Zhao Jingrong didn’t feel like helping Mo Qishen anymore.
Wasn’t Mo Qishen supposed to be so capable?
Let him find the hotel himself!
The patriarch said, "I didn’t think it through enough last ti. Jingrong, didn’t you say the manager at Yang Ziyue is your friend? Can’t you ask them for a favor?"
Zhao Jingrong replied, "It’s not about favors. Yes, the manager is my friend, but the timing is too rushed. Yang Ziyue is always in high demand—they don’t care about our family’s business."
The patriarch sighed deeply.
Zhao Jingrong continued, "If I’d known you wanted Yang Ziyue, I could’ve spoken to my friend earlier! Look at this situation now! But Grandpa, don’t worry, I think Uncle has his own ideas. Maybe he’s already found a hotel that’s even more upscale than Yang Ziyue!"
The only hotel fancier than Yang Ziyue was Shengdu Terrace.
Mo Qishen probably didn’t even qualify to step foot into Shengdu Terrace.
Zhao Jingrong’s words were tinged with ridicule.
She was glad she had decisively ended her engagent to Mo Qishen back then!
Otherwise, she’d be the one now stuck marrying a good-for-nothing!
The patriarch said nothing more. After realizing Zhao Jingrong wouldn’t help, he returned to his room. The mont he entered, the matriarch eagerly asked, "What did Jingrong say?"
The patriarch shook his head. "She said the timing is too rushed."
The matriarch frowned.
anwhile.
Zhao Jingrong brought her child for a visit to her parental ho.
In one of the rooms, Zhao Jingrong chatted quietly with her mother.
Her mother, holding the child, asked, "So? Has Baichuan co clean with you yet?"
Zhao Jingrong shook her head.
She couldn’t figure out what the issue was. She had already given birth to his son, and yet Mo Baichuan still hadn’t revealed the truth about Mr. Mog’s identity to her.
Her mother frowned slightly and said, "This secret between you two will have to co out eventually. Why don’t you just confront him directly?"
"No way!" Zhao Jingrong rejected the idea. "If I confront him, it would an I’ve known his identity all along. Wouldn’t that make no different from those won out there? Mom, you have to rember, I married Baichuan because of love, not because of any superficial reasons. I need him to know I’m not like those shallow, worldly won."
A marriage built on love is entirely different from one based on material desires.
If Mo Baichuan found out she married him for Mr. Mog’s identity, he’d definitely be disappointed in her.
He might even divorce her, and that would be a disaster.
Her mother nodded. "You have a point. But are you two just going to keep hiding the truth from each other forever?"
"I’m not worried. As long as Zhiyuan still exists, I’m not afraid Baichuan won’t eventually co clean."
"As long as you know what you’re doing." Her mother continued, "By the way, I heard that the Mo family’s sixth son, that useless one, is getting married?"
"Yes," Zhao Jingrong nodded.
Her mother looked puzzled. "What kind of foolish girl would marry him?"
Marrying soone as useless as Mo Qishen—what else could that be but blind stupidity?
Zhao Jingrong replied, "It’s that Ni Yang, the one you’ve t before."
"Ni Yang?" Her mother thought for a mont. "The pretty girl?"
"Yes, that’s her!"
Her mother was surprised. "They haven’t broken up yet? I thought they’d split a long ti ago!" It was truly shocking.
The main reason was that Ni Yang was just too beautiful. In her mother’s experience, people that attractive rarely stayed settled for long.
Zhao Jingrong laughed. "No, not yet! Ni Yang may be beautiful, but she’s not particularly smart or capable. She probably saw that Mo Qishen ca from a good family and assud he was so great catch. People like her are too short-sighted—they only see the present, not the future."
Ni Yang thought Mo Qishen was a treasure. She had no clue that once you stripped away the luxurious façade of the wealthy family, Mo Qishen was just a worthless nobody.
Sure, Mo Qishen still managed to maintain a halfway decent appearance now, but once the Mo family elders were gone, he’d suffer for sure.
After all, for years, he had been financially supported by the Mo family elders.
Once that safety net was gone, a useless man with a family to support would just starve.
Even her mother thought it was a pity. With Ni Yang’s beauty, she could absolutely have found soone ten tis better than Mo Qishen.
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