Several female employees, with hands clasped together, watched the scene before them excitedly.
Master Mo and Madam Mo truly loved each other, they had seen countless wedding photos of wealthy families, but never had they witnessed such a harmonious and touching moment.
All afternoon, Mo Yunchen and Qin Qin had been taking wedding photos. Manager Mei asked them to pick out photos they were satisfied with, but Mo Yunchen decided to keep all of them.
Seeing the undeniable fatigue on Qin Qin’s face, Mo Yunchen wrapped his arms around her and left the studio, with countless envious employees watching their retreating figures.
Once they were in the car, Qin Qin was held by Mo Yunchen, who told her to rest well, and by the time they got home, she had already fallen asleep. Mo Yunchen carried her horizontally to bed, and then lay down beside her to sleep as well.
A few days later, everyone in Jingdu City knew of the news that the head of the Mo family, Mo Yunchen, was getting married. The official website of Mo’s also confirmed it was true, but they hoped all media would refrain from disturbing the future Madam Mo, warning that anyone who dared to do so would bear the consequences.
The entire Jingdu City was shaken by this news, causing a huge stir, with all media outlets in Jingdu City broadcasting the story.
In a corner of Jingdu City at a newspaper stand, a tall woman wearing a hat and a mask bought a magazine, then walked to a secluded spot and stared intently at the message on the cover, her gaze filled with coldness.
"Qin Qin, Qin Qin, Qin Qin." He was actually going to marry her, why? Why?
Her beautiful eyes radiated hatred as her slender fingers tore the magazine in her hands fiercely, as if she were venting something.
A few passersby looked strangely at Jing Zhimei, the heavily wrapped up individual. Was this person crazy, getting so worked up over a magazine?
Not wanting to draw too much attention, Jing Zhimei walked away towards another direction, crossing numerous alleys to a part of Jingdu City set to be demolished. She entered a narrow passageway and then ascended the stairs.
Right now, she felt like a street rat, hunted by Mo Yunchen’s people and Qin Qin’s people alike. She could only hide in such places. To think that she, the daughter of the Jing family, had fallen this low, and all because of Qin Qin and Mo Yunchen—she would not let them off.
She took out her key, opened the door, and stepped into the room.
Jing Zhimei’s face changed as she looked upon the two men in the dim and damp room, "You... Who are you?"
Had she been discovered? No, she refused to be caught.
"Miss Jing sure knows how to hide, but we are not Mo Yunchen’s men. Our Honorable Master wants to see you," one of the men said coldly.
Jing Zhimei start, "Who is your Honorable Master?"
"That is not something Miss Jing needs to know. Does Miss Jing really wish to continue living ? Do you want to replace Qin Qin and become the woman by Mo Yunchen’s side? If so, our Honorable Master could help you," the man explained.
Jing Zhimei widened her eyes, trembling, "I... Why should I trust you? Can your Honorable Master outmatch Mo Yunchen?"
The man cracked a smile, "Our Honorable Master is not someone Mo Yunchen can compare with. If Miss Jing is unwilling to trust us, so be it."
Having said that, the man turned around to leave with the other man, preparing to jump down from the building.
"Wait a minute, I... I will go with you," Jing Zhimei stated.
A shrewd light glinted in Jing Zhimei’s eyes. She was willing to take a risk. Now reduced to her current state, she was ready to gamble on this so-called Honorable Master’s ability to help her.
"Miss Jing is indeed a clever person," the man said.
The man grabbed Jing Zhimei and leapt down from the third floor where she lived, then sprinted toward where their car was parked with the other man.
Two hours later, Jing Zhimei, with her eyes still covered, was brought to a remote and very concealed place. Despite being blindfolded, she understood well enough because the men kept taking circular routes, making her dizzy and unable to distinguish the path.
Half an hour later, the two men stopped at a spot, released Jing Zhimei, and respectfully called out before them, "Honorable Master!"
After a while, a lazy, young, and low voice responded, echoing in the room. The room seemed very empty, devoid of anything, which allowed the young man’s voice to echo clearly.
Jing Zhimei stood nervously in place, her ears perked up trying to catch some noise, but aside from someone lightly tapping on a chair, there was silence.
After some time, someone removed Jing Zhimei’s blindfold. She blinked her eyes open in discomfort, looking straight ahead.
To her surprise, the room was extremely dark, so dark that she couldn’t see clearly who was in front of her, only a very tall and sinuous silhouette. His facial features were blurry and indecipherable.