Mo Shu’s heart grew even more sour. "Grandma, Mo Shu has grown up now. Mo Shu is now twenty years old and about to get married. Grandma, do you still remember? You used to say, when Mo Shu grew up, you would find a handsome and tall white horse Prince to be Mo Shu’s husband because..."
"Because our little Princess must only be matched with a white horse Prince!" Granny Sha took over the conversation very seriously.
Mo Shu nodded, holding her hand and caressing her own face, "Now that Mo Shu has grown up, it’s me, Grandma. Look, do I look like Mom? My mom is Sha Ling."
Granny Sha looked at Mo Shu’s face, "So beautiful."
She looked like her daughter and also like that worthless scoundrel!
Mo Shu smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I’m beautiful because I look like Mom."
Granny Sha smiled and nodded, "Yes, Lingling was so beautiful. Ever since she was little, everyone praised her for her good looks, and our little Mo Shu is really beautiful too!"
"Um, Mo Shu is here," Mo Shu whispered, "and my white horse Prince is here too. Look."
Mo Shu turned her head and pulled Yu Siqiao’s hand over.
Yu Siqiao was very good-looking, tall and leggy, handsome and spirited, just standing there was already a very attractive sight. He was pulled over, his hand naturally wrapped around Mo Shu’s shoulder, and he said, "Grandma, I’m Mo Shu’s fiancé, I’m Yu Siqiao."
Granny Sha had noticed the young man long ago. She looked at Yu Siqiao and suddenly her eyes teared up, "Why are you still with him? He doesn’t like our Mo Shu. He is a bad man, just like your father."
Why did everyone think he was like that animal, Mo Jiantao? What had he done wrong?
Mo Shu, however, didn’t notice this. Hearing Granny Sha actually recognized Yu Siqiao, her heart felt even sadder, "Grandma, he is my fiancé. We are very happy together. He really likes me, cherishes me, loves me. He’s not like my dad."
It was clear that Grandma didn’t believe her.
With a heart full of pain, she lifted her hand to touch Mo Shu’s face, "My Mo Shu has suffered, it’s Grandma’s fault. I didn’t teach your mom well, didn’t take good care of you..." As she spoke, she had already started crying bitterly, "My Mo Shu..."
The original owner of the body didn’t have a deep memory of her childhood.
Even the original Mo Shu harbored resentment towards the whole Sha family.
So Mo Shu’s feelings for this Grandma were naturally very indifferent.
But she looked exactly like the Dean, even the red mole beneath her ear was in nearly the same position.
The biggest difference was that the Dean had thin black hair cut at shoulder length, and the whole person always seemed gentle and artistic.
The Grandma in front of her, though, exuded a kind of noble and kind aura.
Mo Shu gently embraced Grandma and whispered, "Don’t cry, Grandma. Mo Shu doesn’t blame you."
Mo Shu’s voice also carried a hint of crying.
Yu Siqiao gently patted her back, whispering, "Let’s take Grandma back first."
"Right, Grandma, let’s go back," Mo Shu whispered softly, "Shall we go back? The uncles are all looking for you."
Grandma sniffed, and Yu Siqiao timely handed a handkerchief to Mo Shu.
Mo Shu immediately wiped Grandma’s tears with it, coaxing, "Let’s go."
Grandma took the handkerchief and smelled it, "Pine scent."