Mo Haoxuan pressed close to Jing Zhiyue, attempting to grasp her jaw, but Jing Zhiyue dodged.
"I don’t know, I don’t know anything?"
Subconsciously, she didn’t want to know anything and was unwilling to guess the truth that shattered her heart and soul.
"Haha, what are you avoiding? Are you scared that you’ll go crazy once you know the truth? You’re still holding out hope for him, but it was all Mo Yunchen’s plot. Your plan against him backfired, and now both our reputations are ruined unless..."
"Unless what?" Jing Zhiyue, her face pale, looked up and asked coldly.
"Unless... you say that we were truly in love, that there was a romantic relationship between us, and that you would marry me, and I you," Mo Haoxuan said with a sinister smile.
Even in death, she would not marry Mo Haoxuan, to be wed to a man she despised.
"Oh, so you still want to marry Mo Yunchen? Wake up! He never had you in his heart, he even pushed you into my arms. What hopes are you still holding onto? Don’t you hate him?"
Mo Haoxuan’s words made Jing Zhiyue’s expression uglier by the second; her fingernails dug into her palms, drawing blood.
Hate? How could she not hate? If he didn’t love her, that was one thing, but why push her toward the man she loathed the most, in front of all those people witnessing her humiliation?
Clenching her teeth, the taste of blood filled her mouth, the hatred seething within Jing Zhiyue.
Seeing the hostility and hatred emanating from Jing Zhiyue, Mo Haoxuan smiled satisfactorily. "Only I am truly sincere to you. If you are with me, I will treat you well. I will help you take revenge, how about that?"
Jing Zhiyue lifted her head, her beautiful eyes hollow and desperate, and in the next moment, filled with ruthlessness.
Outside the door, the crowd was buzzing with discussion, seemingly in disbelief. Mo Cang and Mo Qianlin also came over, and their faces didn’t look good after learning about the situation.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the inadequate reception today; we will make amends another day."
After Mo Cang spoke, the surrounding families tactfully left, and Steward Min updated Mo Cang after seeing off all the guests.
Mo Yunchen and Qin Qin stood by a wall, silently observing everything.
"Director Jing, our Mo Family will definitely give you an explanation for this incident," Mo Qianlin said in a low voice as he approached Jing Xiang, feeling ashamed that his son had caused such disgrace, regardless of the reason.
Jing Xiang just snorted coldly.
In the living room, Mo Cang sat in the main seat with Jing Xiang to the side, and Mo Qianlin, Mo Qianhui, and Jiang Feng sat on the other.
Mo Yunchen and Qin Qin sat a bit away from the others; Mo Yunchen seemed bored as he held Qin Qin’s hand, playing with her fingers. After Qin Qin warned him several times to no effect, she let him be and directed her gaze toward Jing Zhiyue and Mo Haoxuan standing in the center.
Jing Zhiyue’s eyes met Mo Yunchen’s, and she bit down hard, not understanding why, though she had drugged him successfully, he acted as if unaffected by the aphrodisiac. Could it be... At this thought, Jing Zhiyue glowered with resentment at Qin Qin next to Mo Yunchen; their intimate gestures reddened her eyes with hate.
She hated, hated Mo Yunchen, hated Qin Qin, hated everyone who had witnessed her humiliation. How could she face anyone now, after her dignified image had collapsed in an instant?
"What exactly happened, Haoxuan?" Mo Qianlin asked sternly.
"Dad, the truth is, Zhiyue and I have been boyfriend and girlfriend for a while," Mo Haoxuan said, turning his head and looking at Jing Zhiyue with affection.
Mo Qianlin and everyone else present were taken aback.
"Uncle Jing, Zhiyue and I have been together for a while. I know that what happened today was somewhat inappropriate, but I will marry Zhiyue and I hope you will agree," Mo Haoxuan proposed.
Jing Xiang, of course, knew that his daughter was actually infatuated with Mo Yunchen and would never have any relationship with Mo Haoxuan, but given what had happened, her reputation already ruined, he could only go along with Mo Haoxuan’s words.
"Is that so, Zhiyue?" Jing Xiang turned to Jing Zhiyue, who had been quiet and somber.
Jing Zhiyue’s gaze shifted toward Mo Yunchen, who wouldn’t even glance at her, his eyes reserved only for Qin Qin.
With resentment flashing in her eyes, Jing Zhiyue turned back to Jing Xiang, "Yes, Dad, Haoxuan and I have indeed been together for some time. He promised to marry me, and I accepted."
Having said that, she once again looked at Mo Yunchen, wishing that at that moment, he would stop her, but she was disappointed.
Qin Qin’s eyes met Jing Zhiyue’s, clearly seeing the hatred and a glimmer of hope within. But... she was destined to be disappointed.