Chapter 1622: How Could You Not Know Who I Like?

Her true nature was revealed; she was both angry and aggrieved, spewing hateful words indiscriminately.

Father Qiao scolded, “What do you think you are, imagining that the entire Mo Family is yours? What kind of person is Mo Tingshen? Do you think you can control him? He was able to bring out those things tonight, and you have no idea of the stakes involved. Besides, you don’t hold such high status with him, so stop flattering yourself!”

He said coldly, “Keep an eye on her, don’t let her go out tomorrow.”

“Hey you—”

Mother Qiao was about to speak when Father Qiao turned and left. Unable to persuade either side, she could only lift Qiao Man up, finding herself at a loss for words.

Qiao Man was still a child; she didn’t understand things beyond love and affection.

“No way!”

Qiao Man suddenly grabbed Mother Qiao’s hand, “I won’t agree, nor will I let him succeed. I have to do something…”

Mother Qiao sighed, “Forget it, Manman, you can’t win against Mo Tingshen.”

“I can!”

Qiao Man racked her brains, “Mom, don’t you have contact numbers for reporters? Call them now, contact them one by one.”

“What are you trying to do?”

Qiao Man bit her lip hard, her eyes red from crying; she looked almost possessed.

…

Lin Shoo chased down Mo Tingshen outside the Qiao Family residence.

Mo Tingshen was waiting for him.

Once in the car, Lin Shoo couldn’t help but ask, “Sir, has something happened?”

“Chu Yao is back.”

Lin Shoo immediately understood, “Rest assured, I’ll have the PR company work overtime and make sure all blame is directed at you, leaving the Qiao Family untouched by public opinion.”

Mo Tingshen: “Thank you.”

He transferred some money to Lin Shoo, who glanced at it and then beamed with a smile, “It’s my duty to serve my benefactor.”

Mo Tingshen chuckled, “Stop talking nonsense.”

No need to ask this time; Lin Shoo drove straight to Feisheng.

Mo Tingshen was mostly sober by now, fully alert, with a cigarette poised between his fingers, but he decided against lighting it.

He entered a password to unlock the door.

The living room lights were already off.

He hadn’t expected Chu Yao to actually wait for him, but as soon as the door opened, a hand reached out from inside and pulled him in.

Instinctively, Mo Tingshen embraced the person.

Chu Yao jumped onto him, her legs gripping his pelvic sides tightly, making him lose balance momentarily. Quickly, he stabilized himself with one hand against the wall, tossing the person in his arms upward. In the soft light streaming through the window, he scrutinized Chu Yao’s features.

“Really didn’t sleep?”

“Didn’t you ask me to wait?”

Chu Yao was still wearing her sleep dress, but she had smartly turned on the heating at home, so she wasn’t cold even with bare feet. She deliberately pulled the hem of her dress, which was haphazardly resting near her thighs, further up, pressing against his waist, as she gracefully lifted her eyes, a hint of alluring charm reflected in them.

“Did you handle it gracefully?”

Mo Tingshen nodded, “Yes.”

She pouted, “How graceful? Do you like Qiao Man so much that you can’t bear to hurt her dignity?”

Mo Tingshen gritted his teeth, “Can you not tell who I like? Stop saying heartless things to me.”

Chu Yao snuggled closer, blowing softly into his ear, “I don’t care; I’m still mad.”

Mo Tingshen lifted her down; he couldn’t stand this kind of teasing, irritably pinching her leg lightly, “Now can you tell me the truth, why did you come back to stop my wedding?”

“Which words of mine weren’t the truth?” Chu Yao retorted quickly.