Huanhuan nodded. She had asked her uncle this question more than once. His answer at that time was simply that his job was transferred and he needed to constantly change environments. Once he got used to it, he wouldn't ask again.
Su Zhihong lowered his eyes, as if lost in memories, and said in a distant tone, "Uncle wants to protect you."
"Protect me?" Huanhuan was shocked and asked quickly, "Uncle, what on earth is going on?"
Su Zhihong was silent for a moment before telling Su Huanhuan the whole thing. Staring at the way her eyes widened from time to time, he touched her head and said, "I know, it's hard for you to accept this. After all, this matter
It sounds too unbelievable. But you have also seen the appearance of the young master of the Mo family with your own eyes. What he needs is...your life."
After a long while, Su Huanhuan licked her dry lips and asked softly, "Either he dies or I die. Is that so, uncle?"
Su Zhihong lowered his head dimly, hugged her thin shoulders, and said with self-blame and pain, "Huanhuan, can you forgive uncle? I originally planned to send you away and never come back. But I didn't expect Zi Yin..."
He sighed heavily and said, "Hey, Zi Yin is so naive."
Looking at her uncle's embarrassed look, Huanhuan said considerately, "Uncle, I understand, no matter whether this is true or not, I don't want her to get hurt. She... is my sister after all."
"Huanhuan...do you blame uncle?"
He wanted to protect her, but unexpectedly, he pushed her out with his own hands. Su Zhihong's heart was suffering like fire.
Huanhuan smiled and shook her head, "If uncle didn't tell me the truth and Zi Yin was hurt, I would blame uncle now."
Su Zhihong was so moved that he lowered his head in shame, "Huanhuan, it's uncle who is sorry for you."
…
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Su Huanhuan and Mo Jia were the only ones left in the lounge. The man who had always closed his eyes on the bed had a violent look on his face, and his expression was natural and peaceful. Huanhuan sat next to him, his eyes blurred.
looking at him.
When the truth came out, many problems could finally be explained, why her "artificial respiration" worked when he had a seizure, and she finally understood the frustration of Mo Jia clearly liking Yan Xihua, but having to marry Zi Yin. So.
, now speaking, will his helplessness be passed on to himself again? Has she also become a stumbling block between him and his lover?
Huanhuan lowered her head and touched her chest with her hand.
The uncle said that in her body, there is a rune bead inherited from the Mo family, which is the only way to save him. According to the saying passed down by the Mo family, the rune bead will eventually be destroyed. As a substitute for the rune bead, there is no doubt that she
will go to death...
Huanhuan laughed at himself, Mojia, Mojia, you are so lucky that you had to let her discover this secret after facing her feelings.
She wouldn't even hesitate to save him.
The person lying down reacted.
Perhaps because this attack was different from the past, Mojia looked even more tired. His red eyes were half-closed, unable to stir up any waves, and there was a dense cloud covering his eyebrows, which was so thick that it could not be removed.
Seeing Huanhuan, he frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it me who calls you again this time?"
Huanhuan sat there without moving her buttocks. She was not in a high mood and did not speak. She just shook her head.
Mojia stared at her for a while, then slowly sat up and leaned against the bed, "How long have I been like this?"
"One hour."
"Have you always been here?"
"Um."
Mojia was silent again.
Huanhuan looked away and pursed her lips, "Well... I want to ask you a question."
He responded calmly and narrowed his eyes tiredly, "Yeah."
"What would you do if Miss Su was not Zi Yin, but someone else? Would you still marry her?" Huan Huan awkwardly wanted to explain her problem clearly so that he would not misunderstand, "I mean
, you only married Miss Su out of obligation or responsibility, or out of necessity..."
"It doesn't make any difference to me who I marry." He said coldly.
Huanhuan was startled, his eyes lowered, and a wry smile appeared on his lips, "Really?"
Just because the person I marry is not Yan Xihua, so it doesn’t matter who the partner is.
At this time, the door to the lounge was pushed open.
Sister Zhong pushed Mo Tieyi in, but Huanhuan just ignored him and had no intention of paying attention to him. She still remembered clearly how the old man would humiliate her! Now that she thinks about it, he protected Zi Yin,
This is the embodiment of true selfishness, because at that time Zi Yin was the one who could save his grandson.
"Mojia, are you feeling better?"
"Yeah." Mo Jia's eyes shifted from Huanhuan's face to his grandfather, and found that he was looking kind and cheerful at this time and was not angry because the wedding was ruined.
This is somewhat inconsistent with his style.
Seeing that Mo Jia was fine, Mo Tieyi looked at Su Huanhuan again and said with a smile, "Huanhuan, I really troubled you just now. If it weren't for you, Mo Jia would really be in danger."
Mojia narrowed his red eyes, as if he couldn't understand Grandpa more and more.
Huan Huan's nasal voice hummed a perfunctory soft sound as a response.
Mo Tieyi was not angry either, but smiled and said, "Huanhuan, grandpa knows that you are a good girl with a kind heart. It was grandpa who was wrong and misunderstood you last time. You won't be angry, right?"
Look, I found out that she was the real daughter of Su Zhicheng. She immediately changed from a "low-class person who stole things" to a "good girl with a kind heart".
She fantasized about laughing, but she couldn't laugh out loud. She didn't know whether it was Mo Tieyi's sadness or her own.
Mo Tieyi's attitude towards Huan Huan changed so obviously that Mo Jia was suspicious.
"Haha, Huanhuan, I have already discussed it with your uncle. As long as you can move back, I will not pursue your cousin's matter. What do you think?"
He seemed to be asking her opinion generously, but in fact he was using both soft and hard tactics. If Huanxuan said "no", he would never let Zi Yin go! What could she say?
Huanhuan sneered and jumped out of bed, "Then please remember to increase my salary."
After all, wouldn't it be a shame if her life was given to them in vain?
Mo Jia's eyes were even more suspicious, but he had a vague insight into something. He had never interfered with matters related to the Su family, but Mo Jia was a clear-minded person after all. With some coincidences and doubts combined, it was not difficult to guess.
That answer.
After Huanhuan left, Mo Tieyi didn't mince words and said straight to the point, "Mo Jia, Su Huanhuan is Su Zhicheng's daughter, and Su Ziyin is just pretending to be her cousin. Now, the truth is revealed, and grandpa wants to give
You should prepare for the ceremony immediately, tonight."