After Mingdai finished speaking, Mo Tingchuan remained silent for two seconds before erupting.
He parked his car on the side of the road and turned away, furious.
“I’ve said before that I’ll leave the child with you after Qin Weiwei gives birth. I’ve also said that I won’t marry her or give her any title. I hope our marriage will last a long time. It’s an undeniable fact that I’ve become the eldest son of the He family. I will share my glory with you. You don’t need to keep testing me or trying to undermine me.”
Mo Tingchuan launched into a long speech in one breath, as if he had been suppressing his feelings for a long time.
The car fell into dead silence.
With a 'click', Mo Tingchuan lit a cigarette.
The enclosed carriage was soon filled with smoke.
Mingdai, who followed, was not spared either.
"Cough cough cough..."
The smell of smoke made her throat itch unbearably. She swallowed a few times, but it didn't help, and she coughed up a mouthful of saliva.
Mingdai hurriedly rolled down the car window and stuck her head out of the car.
"Cough cough cough..."
A cold wind blew in from outside the window on a spring night. Although it was noticeably chilly, it was still more bearable than the smell of smoke.
Mo Tingchuan had always disliked Mingdai's physical condition.
With his cigarette still burning, he got out of the car and pulled Mingdai out.
"You can't even stand the smell of smoke, and you still dare to try to harm Qin Weiwei's unborn child? If you could really give me a baby, why would I bother with all this trouble!"
Mo Tingchuan was filled with inner conflict. On one hand, he felt guilty towards Mingdai, but on the other hand, he did not want to lose his wealth and status. He wanted to restore his harmonious relationship with Mingdai, but on the other hand, he hated Mingdai's frail health.
"You can't tolerate Qin Weiwei, but the child is innocent. I understand your poor health, and I won't force you to carry on my family line. Bringing Qin Weiwei's child over is the best solution. Why do you keep pressuring me? Do you really want us to fight to the death?"
Mo Tingchuan roared in a low voice, his emotions running high, as if he had suffered a tremendous injustice.
Mo Tingchuan shook his head in distress.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke shooting straight into Mingdai's mouth and nose.
Unable to bear it any longer, Mingdai slapped him across the face.
She would strike unexpectedly, and Mo Tingchuan would always intentionally or unintentionally underestimate Ming Dai's fighting ability.
"Smack!"
With a loud thud, Mo Tingchuan turned his face to the side.
Mingdai curled up her numb right hand.
"Mo Tingchuan, you can't even respect me for something as small as avoiding me when you smoke, and you still say I'm forcing you?"
Mingdai was greatly disappointed.
"Whether I can tolerate Qin Weiwei or not is not the key issue between you and me, Mo Tingchuan. You clearly know everything, yet you keep pretending to be innocent and pitiful."
Although she had long been disheartened, Mingdai still couldn't help but get emotional when Mo Tingchuan kept trying to confuse the truth.
"I have nothing more to say to you. Do whatever you want."
After finishing her sentence, Mingdai took a taxi and drove away.
Mo Tingchuan stood there stunned for a long time before angrily throwing down his cigarette butt and crushing it out.
Mingdai didn't want to go to the He family villa, so she found a restaurant to eat at and planned to go back to her apartment afterward.
She would never allow Mo Tingchuan to fulfill his wish of becoming the legitimate eldest son of the He family.
No matter how biased He Yaonian is, he cannot force a nephew with a tainted past to take the position.
After staying in the apartment for a few days, he accepted He Xingqiong's invitation to attend a dance party.
Mingdai didn't want to go, but He Xingqiong persuaded her no matter what.
The dress and jewelry were all gifts from He Xingqiong, and He Xingqiong also oversaw the makeup and hair.
"You should go out and socialize more. There are so many outstanding men in the world. Date a few more at once, and make that bastard Mo Tingchuan wear a green hat forever."
Mingdai carried her pearl-embellished handbag and lifted her skirt as she boarded the car, followed by the chattering He Xingqiong.
After the two were seated, Mingdai glanced sideways at He Xingqiong.
"Adultery during marriage is a major taboo, and I don't want Mo Tingchuan to have any leverage over me."
"It's just a game of flirting, it won't go to anything physical, no physical contact, but it will definitely provide enough emotional value. You're so beautiful, you're sure to charm a lot of men. Don't you like handsome men with eight-pack abs?"
For some reason, when talking about handsome men, Mingdai inappropriately thought of He Yaonian's face.
It was even more inappropriate to ask He Xingqiong.
"Are all the men in your He family good-looking? Do they all have eight-pack abs?"
Upon hearing this, He Xingqiong's eyes lit up.
Overjoyed, she grabbed Mingdai's hand and asked expectantly, "Who have you taken a fancy to? My brother? Or another brother? Or a younger brother?"
Mingdai was speechless, but her ears quietly turned red.
"No, don't make wild guesses. I was just asking casually. You mean the handsome guy with eight-pack abs? What's wrong with me asking?"
"Oh, I see."
He Xingqiong released Mingdai's hand, turned around and sat down.
I thought about it.
"Uncle requires everyone in the He family to exercise regularly, which is also for our health. It's true that the He family produces many handsome men, and eight-pack abs are a standard feature."
He Xingqiong then asked Mingdai with obvious regret, "You really didn't like any of them?"
Mingdai sighed helplessly, "I'm not even divorced yet, what are you looking at?"
"What's the difference between this lousy marriage and a divorce? What's there to miss about a scumbag like him? If you don't hurry up and find someone better to outdo him, who knows how he'll ridicule you then."
Mingdai disagreed with this view.
"No matter what he does, as long as we're not divorced, I can't do the same thing as him."
"Mingdai, you are truly radiant."
Mingdai: "..."
The high society ball was far more grand and luxurious than the ones Mingdai usually attended. Outside, there were cars worth millions parked all over the place, and the men and women were dressed in gorgeous clothes, mostly custom-made, and their every move was elegant and graceful.
As a beloved princess from a top-tier wealthy family, He Xingqiong shone brightly and was immediately surrounded by many people upon entering the venue.
Mingdai tried to dodge, but He Xingqiong grabbed her.
He Xingqiong took the opportunity to introduce Mingdai to everyone, calling Mingdai her best friend and sister.
In just over ten minutes, Mingdai had collected a thick stack of business cards. She randomly flipped one over and found that the cardholders were either presidents or chairmen, and some didn't even have a title; the simple business cards only had a name printed on them.
"It's okay if you don't like the He family. You can choose from these outstanding people."
He Xingqiong embraced Mingdai's slender waist with satisfaction.
"It's good to plan ahead, so let's start by getting to know each other as friends."
Mingdai suddenly realized, but was also quite helpless.
So this was a disguised blind date.
"By the way, it seems that Uncle San arrived a while ago. Let's go find him."
He Xingqiong grabbed Mingdai's hand and they weaved through the crowd.
Mingdai felt a little flustered.
"Why is Uncle San here? You didn't say he would come."
"He was away on a business trip recently and only got back today."
He Xingqiong suddenly stopped, her beautiful eyes darting around slyly.
She whispered to Mingdai.
"Should I tell Uncle San that you've taken a fancy to one of the handsome guys at the event today? Maybe Uncle San will help you divorce Mo Tingchuan."
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