Chapter 44: The Little White Flower Secretary Forced to Take the Position (End)
Mo Yixiu had his signature casual smile on his face, but there was a barely perceptible cunning in his eyes.
"Mo Yixiu? Why are you here? Where is Ayuan?" Qingwu's voice trembled slightly, and she was obviously shocked by this sudden change.
Mo Yixiu gently held Qingwu's slightly cold hand, and said slowly in an extremely gentle tone: "Awu, I will never let go." Qingwu tried to break free from his hand, but he held it tightly.
"And now—the groom may kiss your bride."
At this moment, in the solemn and sacred church, holy music flowed like a gurgling stream, the solemn voice of the pastor echoed in the air, and the noisy noises of the surrounding guests seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier.
Mo Yixiu slowly raised his hand, gently pinched Qingwu's chin with his slender fingers, and lifted it slightly. The movement was gentle but carried an irresistible force.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Yixiu lowered his head slightly and approached Qingwu little by little.
The warm breath sprayed on Qingwu's fair and tender cheeks, bringing with it a faint aroma of wine and a hint of the faint scent of ink.
Just when Qingwu wanted to turn her head to avoid him, Mo Yixiu suddenly tightened his fingers that were pinching her chin, firmly holding her face. Then, without any hesitation, he kissed her decisively.
This sudden kiss was extremely aggressive and possessive. He pressed his lips hard against Qingwu's delicate lips, and his tongue tried to pry open her tightly closed teeth.
At the same time, Mo Yixiu's left hand also took hold of Qingwu's slender waist, and hugged her tightly into his broad and solid arms, leaving her no room to struggle.
His kiss was violent and passionate at first, but gradually became extremely gentle. It was no longer aggressive, but more like comforting a frightened deer.
The flexible tip of his tongue gently traced the shape of her lips, delicate and lingering.
At this moment, the church door was pushed open with force, and sunlight shot in like a sharp sword.
Jing Tingyuan appeared in front of everyone with a cold and angry look on his face.
Mo Yixiu still held Qingwu tightly in his arms. He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of Jing Tingyuan, his eyes full of pride and provocation.
He knew very well that his methods were despicable and shameless, and he had trapped Jing Tingyuan in the garage, but he had to keep a place in Qingwu's world.
So what if Jing Tingyuan and Qing Wu have already obtained their marriage certificate?
This wedding was between him, Mo Yixiu, and Qingwu.
......
Jing Tingyuan looked at the scene in front of him, and his mind couldn't help but recall the words Mo Yixiu had said to him before.
At that time, Mo Yixiu was straightforward from the beginning, "Jing Tingyuan, Awu doesn't love you."
Jing Tingyuan knew very well that Qingwu was more "forced" to choose him and "forced" to become the mistress of the Jing family.
But he loves her and will give her a lot of love.
At least... Qingwu likes his love, doesn't she?
Therefore, when he faced Mo Yixiu, he couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority, and said in a condescending manner, "So what? But the fact is, in the end, she chose to be with me, and soon, she will become my wife."
Hearing this, Mo Yixiu just smiled lightly, without any smile in his eyes.
Mercilessly exposing the other person's most hidden fear, "But you're worried, right? She doesn't love you. What if one day she meets someone and falls in love with someone else as deeply as we love her? She will eventually leave you."
"Between you two, it's just your wishful thinking after all."
An unspoken sense of panic lingered in his heart. Jing Tingyuan looked squarely at this love rival who everyone considered to be his equal. "So, what do you want to say by coming here now?"
What a joke. They both understand each other and they are frank with each other, which makes it seem like Awu loves him.
Mo Yixiu smiled meaningfully, "I will never give up on Awu, ever."
"On the surface, you can be Awu's husband."
"But secretly, you can't stop me. You will always be distracted. As long as I seize those opportunities, I will definitely stay by Awu's side and occupy a place by her side."
"With our protection, Awu can't leave."
Prisoned by love, I guard that priceless treasure tightly.
What did Jing Tingyuan say at that time?
After understanding what Mo Yixiu was implying, he found it absurd.
How could the Mo family's ruler be willing to become a third party for love?
Unbelievable and ridiculous.
So, Jing Tingyuan responded bluntly: "You really have no bottom line. Let's see if you have the ability."
At that time, Jing Tingyuan did not think that Mo Yixiu could take any substantial action, but out of caution, he quietly strengthened his defense measures.
But unexpectedly, on the day when Jing Tingyuan was filled with joy and most anticipated, his wife, who had just obtained the marriage certificate, was snatched away from the wedding ceremony by Mo Yixiu.
On the day he had been looking forward to the most, in front of all the celebrities and dignitaries.
Jing Tingyuan looked at Qingwu, her eyes were as clear as when they first met.
She didn't love him, and even less did she love Mo Yixiu.
Can.
Perhaps, for Awu, love is not everything in her life.
But, no matter what, she couldn't leave their side.
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