Oh No! The Simp I Raised is the Ninth Master of the Capital Circle

With love in her left hand and career in her right, Hua Qi's life was going great.

Overnight.

Her boyfriend betrayed her, love gone; her best friend framed her, career ruined.

Extra 5 Am I so unpresentable?

The guests present began to applaud and cheer.

Fu Jingyan was so embarrassed that her face turned red and she subconsciously stepped back.

Xiao Qian, who was standing behind her, smiled with red eyes and pushed her hard.

Because she was wearing a cheongsam and high heels, Fu Jingyan uncontrollably pounced towards Mo Chi after being pushed by Xiao Qian.

Mo Chi immediately stood up, caught her, and held her firmly in his arms.

"Sister, we have been together for so long, why don't you want to make it public?"

Mo Chi whispered in her ear, his voice full of grievance.

Fu Jingyan was so embarrassed that she covered her face and responded, "This is A Yue and Xiao Qi's wedding, don't try to show off."

Mo Chi was annoyed, "Why did you become so prominent?"

Fu Jingyan pulled him away in a hurry.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Fu Jingyan let go of Mo Chi's hand.

"There are no outsiders among the guests present today. Is there anyone who doesn't know that you grew up with me?"

"You suddenly proposed to me in front of everyone, what would they think?"

Mo Chi stared at her straight, his eyes red.

"What do they think?! Does it matter?"

"You also said that there are no outsiders present. Even in front of relatives and friends, you are unwilling to acknowledge me?"

"Sister, is my boyfriend so unpresentable?"

The affectionate peach blossom eyes were filled with tears and the nose was slightly red.

At this moment, Mo Chi, a puppy with frizzy hair abandoned by his owner, looked pitiful.

Suddenly, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and tears as big as beans rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Yeah, what kind of boyfriend am I?"

"You never explicitly promised to be my girlfriend."

"For so many years, from the beginning to the end, it was all my wishful thinking."

"Xiao Chi," Fu Jingyan stepped forward and touched his head.

He turned his head stubbornly to the side.

"You know, that's not what I meant," Fu Jingyan held his hand, "Today is a big day for A Yue and Xiao Qi, so stop acting like a child."

"I'm not a child anymore!" Mo Chi shook her hand off, almost jumping up and down in anger, "I'm a man!"

"man!"

He turned and walked away angrily.

"Where are you going?" Fu Jingyan shouted at his back.

He said nothing.

After a while, a red Ferrari roared past her.

The wind blew in her face, mixed with dust and made her cough.

Fu Jingyan covered her mouth and nose and hid aside, looking at the taillights of his car and muttered, "You still say you are not a child..."

She shook her head slightly and walked towards the wedding venue.

Although the wedding process was completed, there were still a lot of things to do, and she had no time to take care of Mo Chi for the time being.

After the wedding, I was busy with the dinner.

After the dinner, Fu Jingyan was busy taking care of things. By the time everything was settled, it was already the middle of the night.

She was worried about Xiaoqi coming home tomorrow, and she tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

She barely lay in bed until four in the morning, then went downstairs and checked the gifts she needed to bring back to her parents' home.

At nine o'clock in the morning, after sending Fu Jiusi and Hua Qi out, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

Fu Jingqian poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her, "Sister, take a rest."

"My brother's wedding has exhausted you to bits. We've been busy with it since a month ago, and now it's finally over."

Fu Jingyan touched her head and smiled with relief, "I am indeed tired, but I am happy in my heart."

"I'm just looking forward to you getting married."

She raised her hand to touch Xiao Qian's head and asked meaningfully, "When will you bring a boyfriend back?"

Xiao Qian lowered his eyes to avoid her gaze, "I'm not in a hurry. It won't be too late to find someone after my sister gets married."

"Where's that bastard Mo Chi?" Xiao Qian clenched his fists. "Where the hell did he go when we were so busy and needed help?"

Fu Jingyan held his forehead and said, "Call him and ask him where he is."

Xiao Qian called three times but no one answered, so she sent him a voice message: Where the hell are you? Call me back!

"Hey..." Xiao Qian lay down on the sofa and tilted her head to look at her sister, "Did you two have a fight?"

Fu Jingyan also lay down, resting his head on Xiao Qian's shoulder, "Who knows what kind of temper he will have again."

Xiao Qian lifted her wavy hair and played with it. "Sister, on the wedding day, Mo Chi proposed to you, why didn't you say yes?"

Fu Jingyan held his forehead and sighed.

"He proposed to me in front of so many friends. It was explosive enough."

"If I agree again, won't that ruin Ayue and Xiaoqi's wedding?"

Xiao Qian twirled a strand of hair around her index finger and smacked her lips.

"Sister, is it possible that you think this way because you don't love him deep down in your heart?"

Fu Jingyan was stunned. "Does Mo Chi think the same as you?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Qian nodded deeply.

"One is eager to be acknowledged, the other is trying hard to hide it."

"Alas...you two, when will it take for you to achieve your goal?"

Xiao Qian glanced at her sister's melancholy face and quietly dialed her number.

The moment the cell phone rang, Fu Jingyan's eyelashes trembled and he frantically looked for his phone.

Seeing the name jumping on the screen, her eyes flashed with disappointment, "You kid, you are still making fun of me."

Xiao Qian hugged her and rubbed her shoulder, "Sister, you obviously care about Mo Chi."

"Call him quickly, his phone is always on, just waiting for you to contact him."

Fu Jingyan hesitated for a long time, but finally called him.

After waiting for a long time, he finally answered.

Fu Jingyan pursed her lips, "Where are you?"

"Who are you?" A delicate female voice came from the receiver.