novelraw Chapter 428: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (13)
Chapter 428: Am I Spoiling You Too Much (13)
Old man, now that Xiao Hao is married, he’s married a fine girl.I can finally rest easy and come find you...
Lan’er says she wants to live well and live a long life, so she won’t disturb us in the other world.
I wonder if you’ve found a new girl over there... Do you still remember this old wife of yours?
"Mr. Jiang Jinghao, do you take Miss Qiao Mo to be your wife? Do you vow to love her, comfort her, honor her, and protect her, as you love yourself? For better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, will you cherish her till death do you part?"
The priest, in a black robe, looked at Jiang Jinghao with gentle eyes and spoke slowly.
Jiang Jinghao turned to look at Qiao Mo, giving her a slight smile. His eyes were somewhat blurred, but his gaze was very firm: "I do."
The priest nodded, looked at Qiao Mo, and asked again: "Miss Qiao Mo, do you take Mr. Jiang Jinghao to be your husband? Do you vow to love him, comfort him..."
Listening to the priest’s vows, Qiao Mo gently lowered her eyes, tightening her grip on Jiang Jinghao’s arm a bit. For a moment, she hesitated.
The entire church was very quiet, filled with a solemn and respectful atmosphere. Qiao Mo slightly turned her head and, in the corner of her eye, saw Feng Lan sitting in the front row. She finally spoke softly: "I do..."
"She doesn’t!"
Before the words fell, the chapel’s door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, interrupting in a chilling manner.
Everyone turned back, including the priest, Jiang Jinghao, and Qiao Mo, looking toward the direction of the door.
A tall, dark figure strode in on the red carpet.
He stood against the light, like a deity.
Qiao Mo couldn’t see his face clearly, but she could easily recognize who it was.
Her heart tightened, and her legs went weak; if not for holding on to Jiang Jinghao’s arm, she didn’t know if she would collapse to the ground.
Why is he awake...
It’s not even eight o’clock yet.
Fu Nancheng looked at Qiao Mo, dressed in a white gown, his face full of grimness and a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
Her makeup was meticulous, heavier than usual, with a flawless face, arm in arm with another man.
The white gown she wore was the same one he saw in her bedroom yesterday, with a small standing collar, sheer fabric over the collarbones and shoulders, embroidered with lace in connected lines, impossibly beautiful, making it hard to look away.
Qiao Mo instinctively looked toward Feng Lan, feeling a tinge of anxiety in her heart.
Fu Nancheng looked at Jiang Jinghao and the priest, his gaze cold and deep, curling his thin lips: "She doesn’t want to. Because... the one she loves is me."
Everyone’s eyes fell on Qiao Mo, with a hint of doubt, as if waiting for her to speak.
Qiao Mo’s throat felt blocked as she met his gaze for a few seconds, then lowered her eyes and softly said, "Sorry, sir. I don’t know you, the one I love is Jing Hao."
Her tone was detached, yet still carried her characteristic softness, but her small face was full of indifference.
Hearing this, he chuckled, as if he heard some amusing joke: "Haha, don’t know you."
Qiao Mo’s face turned even paler, and her hand holding Jiang Jinghao’s arm gradually tightened.
What to do... Is she about to ruin everything...
She looked up toward Feng Lan’s direction but because the chapel door was open, and the light outside was too bright, both sides of the audience seats were backlit, making it hard for her to see Feng Lan’s expression clearly.