In the groom's lounge, Yan Xihua arranged Mo Jia's suit with her own hands, with a calm smile on her face, without any discomfort. She was using her actions to prove to everyone that although she was not the bride, she was the one who owned this man!
Mo Jia stared at her, watching her every move and smile. He said in a deep voice, "Xihua, I don't want you to force yourself."
Yan Xihua smiled, "Where does the reluctance come from? You don't know, I am really happy today."
Just because she never regarded Su Ziyin as a rival.
The color of his eyes suddenly turned dark, like a dark whirlpool.
Yan Xihua is the daughter of the nanny who has taken care of Mo Jia since she was a child. She has grown up with Mo Jia since she was a child. She is the only child of the same age who can and dares to get close to him. For so many years, the two have not been separated until she was frozen there.
The time in the sarcophagus.
Ignoring the looks of the other maids in the room, he hugged her gently, with his usual indifferent tone, showing a gentleness for her alone.
He didn't speak, he just held her like this. This silent oath-like gesture made Yan Xihua infinitely satisfied.
He is proving her place in his heart!
As for the little maid, as long as she retreats from the difficulty, maybe she can let her go...
At this time, Sister Zhong opened the door and said, "Master, it's almost time..." When she saw the two people hugging each other, her expression changed.
Mo Jia raised his brows, showing a hint of forbearance.
If his grandfather hadn't forced him to do so, he would have wanted to take the risk - what could he do if he didn't marry that woman?
He let go of Yan Xihua in his arms, his movements slow and elegant. Yan Xihua's expression was also very calm, even though the man opposite him would soon become someone else's legal husband.
Sister Zhong saw it, her serious face remained calm, but her eyes staring at her were a little sharper.
Yan Xihua raised her head, smiled at Mo Jia, and suddenly took his hand, "Do you mind if I go out with you?"
Sister Zhong was stunned, she did not expect that she would actually make such a request, and the sound of breathing in the room also came and went.
Mojia stared at her deeply, and saw her uneasiness and helplessness in her eyes that were pretending to be calm.
He slowly lowered his eyes and did not answer, but let her hold his arm and walked out of the lounge.
The smile on Yan Xihua's lips spread wantonly.
No matter how arrogant the enemy was before, what he wanted was to give her a fatal blow at the critical moment.
She really wanted to see immediately what Su Ziyin's expression would look like when she became Mrs. Mo?
"Young Master!" Sister Zhong was anxious and stepped forward to stop the two of them. Mojia made a cold sweep and said in a very calm voice, "Grandpa probably doesn't want to see the wedding without the groom."
Sister Zhong's steps froze in place, with a complicated expression on her face.
Yan Xihua smiled softly and said softly, "Mojia, let's go in."
"Um."
At the beautifully decorated wedding scene, the guests took their seats and the ceremony began immediately. When Yan Xihua walked in holding Mojia's hand, no one understood the situation. They were so surprised that they whispered to each other from time to time and stared at Mojia closely.
The beautiful Yan Xihua beside me.
Mo Tieyi was so angry that he was livid and wanted to explode, but due to the special occasion today, he could only suppress his anger. Mo Sheng laughed. No wonder Yan Xihua has been calm for so many days. It turns out that she has arranged all the highlights.
On this day.
He really underestimated this woman.
Yan Xihua gracefully walked in holding Mo Jia's hand. She was already beautiful, especially after being specially dressed today, she was even more radiant. She was like a pearl falling into the night sky, dazzling and charming.
Even if Su Ziyin didn't appear, she had already stolen her limelight. It seemed that today's occasion was prepared just for her!
Mo Tieyi pursed his lips firmly and grasped the crutches, his knuckles turning white.
In the hall, there was an abrupt silence, and the atmosphere suddenly solidified.
Sister Zhong stepped forward at the right time and whispered to Mojia, "Master, it's time for you to go to the altar."
Although the words were directed at Mo Jia, his warning eyes were directed towards Yan Xihua.
Yan Xihua smiled secretly and did not take Sister Zhong as the steward of the Mo family seriously. However, her goal was achieved and she stopped when she was ready. Then she said softly to Mo Jia, "Go and do your work first.
I'm waiting for you."
Her voice was not loud, but it was clear enough for everyone present to hear. Her familiar tone and soft tone seemed to be a perfect explanation of the relationship between her and him.
Mo Tieyi stared at her fiercely, regretting why he had been soft-hearted and not eradicated the root cause, allowing her to cause the Mo family to lose face at such an important moment!
Mojia nodded, his expression unchanged, and he stood there with indifferent eyes.