"Good morning, President Mo!"
A group of Mo’s employees dispersed, respectfully greeting Mo Yunchen as they passed by.
Mo Yunchen’s expression was indifferent, his strikingly handsome features reminiscent of a Heavenly God with a hint of devilish charm—a blend of two distinct personalities.
He walked past all the employees towards the executive elevator.
Once the elevator doors had closed, the group of employees began to gossip.
"Did you see that? I can’t believe I spotted a strange scarf around President Mo’s neck!"
"I noticed too, and even took a few extra glances! That scarf really isn’t anything special."
"Who could have such charm to make President Mo wear such an unremarkable scarf?"
"Isn’t it obvious? I’m sure it was hand-knitted by his future wife."
"That makes sense. Only the future wife would have the charm to get President Mo’s love. Oh, I’m so envious of the future Mrs. Mo, to have won the heart of President Mo."
"Envious as you may be, he’s not yours. Focus on your work; who knows, you might catch a rich husband."
"What’s the use of a rich husband? I heard that Young Master Jiang from the Jiang Family is about to enter into a marriage alliance with Miss Lin from the Lin Family. It seems like Young Master Mo Haoxuan has gone missing. These outstanding individuals are just...sigh!"
Mo Yunchen got out of the elevator, and Mo Tang approached him with some documents, pausing briefly upon seeing the scarf around Mo Yunchen’s neck before regaining her composure.
"President Mo, these are the documents you need to review later."
Mo Yunchen took them and headed to his office.
Mo Sheng approached Mo Tang with a dejected look. Mo Tang glanced at Mo Sheng and asked, "What’s with you?"
Feeling upset, Mo Sheng raised his head, "Why didn’t you ask President Mo about the scarf around his neck just now?"
Had Mo Tang asked, perhaps she could have stayed late and kept him company.
Mo Tang patted Mo Sheng’s shoulder and said, "Only a fool would have asked. One glance and you can tell it was knitted by his wife. Why would I go asking about it? Surely you’re not saying that scarf is ugly."
Only his wife could make Master Mo wear a scarf like that without him minding.
"You’re right, I was being dense."
"Bro, I feel for you. I wonder how President Mo will punish you." Mo Tang rubbed his chin, curiously looking at the dispirited Mo Sheng.
"Get lost!" How did he end up with such a friend.
During December and January, many things happened in Jingdu City. The disappearance of Mo Haoxuan and the expulsion of Mo Qianlin from the Mo Residence had become hot topics of secret discussion. However, these topics were only whispered behind closed doors because the Mo Family was not to be trifed with. There were also rumors that Mo Qianhui was not the biological daughter of Mo Cang. It was said that this was revealed by a young master from a branch of the Mo Family during a drunken stupor.
After hearing this news, Mo Qianhui became furious but didn’t dare to show it.
With her husband still in a coma, Old Master Jiang’s stroke had improved somewhat. He could now speak, but he was confined to a wheelchair.
The external whispers and rumors caused Mo Qianhui to panic, prompting her to urge Jiang Qingtian and Lin Tianya to get married quickly, under the guise that a bit of wedding festivity might awaken Jiang Feng from his coma.
In January, the Jiang Family and Lin Family became in-laws, holding the wedding at a seven-star hotel in Jingdu City. All the well-known families of Jingdu City were invited, including the Mo Family. Unfortunately, in the end, only a gift from the Mo Family was presented. Mo Cang declined to attend the wedding ceremony citing ill health. Although Mo Qianhui had not been directly involved in the affairs concerning Mo Yunchen’s mother, she was somewhat aware of them afterward. Hence, Mo Cang had reservations about the whole affair. Moreover, since Mo Qianhui was no longer his daughter, he felt no obligation to attend, as he typically didn’t attend many of the high society events, and this time was no different.
Jiang Qingtian stood on the wedding stage, surrounded by the beautifully decorated wedding ceremony and flanked by the elite of Jingdu City.
As the gentle wedding music played, Jiang Qingtian looked around with a complex expression, noticing the absence of that one person—she wouldn’t be coming.
On the opposite side, a shy Lin Tianya and Lin Hua slowly walked towards Jiang Qingtian’s position.
Her wish was finally coming true; she would be his wife and bear his children.
She knew he did not love her now, but as his wife, he would forget that woman and fall in love with her in time.
Within Mo Yunchen’s villa.
Qin Qin slept peacefully, her sleeping face sweet and captivating.
The butler and the maids stood anxiously at the door.
"The madam seems to be sleeping particularly much lately, and no matter how much we call, she won’t wake up."
They stood at the door for quite a while, afraid to call out loudly to Qin Qin for fear of angering her.