Novel Full Chapter 1282: 314: Incredible!
Chapter 1282: 314: Incredible!
What?
As soon as those words left his mouth, the people at the table thought they were hearing things.
Mr. Adrian from F Country actually addressed Mo Qishen as Mr. Mog?
Not only did Adrian refer to Mo Qishen as Mr. Mog, but he also humbly called himself a junior in front of Old Master Mo…
This is Adrian!
The top figure in the southern region of F Country!
The insignificant Mo Family means nothing in front of him!
What is going on?
Must be a misheard hallucination!
Surely it’s a hallucination!
How could this possibly be real?
Mo Qishen nodded, “Mr. Adrian is right. Dad, Mom, please have a seat.”
He had always been proud and unyielding; even the top figure in the southern region had to bow and scrape before him.
Old Master Mo looked at Mo Qishen in confusion.
Why did this boy have the demeanor of someone who is truly Mr. Mog, someone in charge?
Old Master Mo felt like he was dreaming.
If he wasn’t dreaming, then it must be Mo Qishen who was dreaming.
Mo Qishen!
The sixth son of the Mo Family!
The infamous good-for-nothing of the Mo Family was actually Mr. Mog?
If this isn’t a dream, then what is it?
As Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo had yet to recover from the shock, Adrian continued, “Old Master, make yourself comfortable. This junior offers his respects first.”
After finishing his sentence, Adrian drained his glass of wine in one go.
At that moment, Old Master Mo also came to his senses, took a sip from his glass, his expression oddly peculiar.
The faces of others at the table grew even more impossibly complicated.
Especially Zhao Jingrong.
Mo Qishen is Mr. Mog?
How could this be!
Isn’t Mr. Mog supposed to be Mo Baichuan?
No, it can’t be! It can’t be!
It’s impossible for this to be true!
Zhao Jingrong tightened her grip on her chopsticks, her fingers turning slightly pale from using too much force.
But what happened next completely crushed Zhao Jingrong’s spirits.
Because more and more people began approaching to toast Mo Qishen.
“Mr. Mog, congratulations on your wedding with Miss Ni. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness and early blessings of children.”
“Thank you,” Mo Qishen raised his glass.
Mo Qishen had agreed to let these people attend the wedding, having no intention of continuing to hide his identity.
He wanted the whole world to know that Ni Yang was his wife, Mrs. Mog.
Watching the scene unfold before her, Zhao Jingrong’s hands and feet instantly went cold. She clutched Mo Baichuan’s hand, “Baichuan, what’s happening? What’s happening here?”
Mo Baichuan slightly furrowed his brows, disbelief flickering in his eyes as well. “I never thought Sixth Uncle’s previous demeanor was all a facade.”
Everyone thought he was the Mo Family’s worthless son, but in truth, he was the most dazzling figure of the family.
The good-for-nothing, infamous across the city, turned out to be a world-renowned powerhouse…
It’s too incredible!
If one hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would believe it?
Hearing Mo Baichuan’s words made Zhao Jingrong realize her mistake.
She thought she was clever but misunderstood everything, marrying the wrong person…
Mo Baichuan was never Mr. Mog.
The true Mr. Mog was Mo Qishen!
She was a fool!
She was the biggest fool in the world!
She schemed endlessly, only to personally push her fiancé away, mistaking a fake stone for a jewel!
If she knew Mo Qishen was Mr. Mog, she wouldn’t have broken off the engagement even if it killed her!
She and Mo Qishen had grown up together, childhood friends growing up side by side.
They had been promised to each other in marriage since they were three years old.
Who was Ni Yang?
Ni Yang was nothing more than a third party intruding on their relationship.
If it weren’t for Ni Yang, Mo Qishen wouldn’t have so readily agreed to annul the engagement…
If Mo Qishen hadn’t agreed to break the engagement, she would’ve been Mr. Mog’s fiancée and the bride standing alongside Mo Qishen now!
Mo Qishen belonged to her.
The title of Mrs. Mog should’ve been hers.
Everything should’ve been hers!
“Jingrong, are you feeling unwell?” Mo Baichuan noticed Zhao Jingrong’s off mood.
“I—I need to go to the restroom.”
Zhao Jingrong felt the urgency to gather her thoughts in that moment. She stood up and walked toward the restroom.
The blow she had suffered was far too great, leaving her steps faltering. Every step felt like walking along the edge of a blade, stabbing her heart with each movement.
Regret and pain…
Why couldn’t time go back?
If time could rewind, she would cherish Mo Qishen and never make such foolish mistakes.
Why?
Why?
The Mo Family guests present were equally stunned.
They felt incredibly lucky to have attended this wedding today.
If they had snubbed Mo Qishen and refused to attend the wedding like those who underestimated him, they would surely regret it for the rest of their lives!