Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 669 - 679 Wedding (7)

Mrs. Yang Peiyun, a seasoned veteran, showed no fear under Fu Nancheng’s cold gaze. Instead, she calmly said, "Mr. Fu is a smart man. I believe you know what to do."Fu Nancheng tightened his grip on the documents in his hand and, after a moment, lightly parted his thin lips: "There’s one thing I’ve never been able to understand."

"Oh?" Yang Peiyun raised an eyebrow and looked at him; her usually slightly hunched figure was exceptionally straight today.

"Xiao Mo and Qiao Yun are both your children. I wonder why Mrs. Yang plays favorites."

Fu Nancheng’s starry eyes were piercing, staring intensely at the woman before him.

He had investigated her background but found nothing unusual. From a mother’s perspective, it wouldn’t make sense to treat her children this way.

Unless...

Yang Peiyun chuckled softly: "I don’t play favorites; I’m pursuing fairness."

Fu Nancheng remained silent.

Yang Peiyun stared at him, her lips slightly parted, always carrying a somewhat deep smile: "Xiao Mo has gotten too much, and it’s unfair to Xiao Yun. So I’m merely pursuing as much fairness as possible."

The woman before him seemed possessed, her eyes especially eerie. If not for her well-dressed appearance, just those eyes alone would make one suspect she might have a mental issue.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Fifteen hurriedly came in and whispered to Fu Nancheng, "Young master, the time is almost up."

Fu Nancheng glanced at his watch and looked again at the woman in front of him.

Yang Peiyun smiled faintly and didn’t rush him, acting instead as if victory was in her grasp.

She walked gracefully past him, saying unhurriedly, "I believe I will see Mr. Fu on time before the surgery."

After Yang Peiyun left, Fu Nancheng lowered his gaze and said, "Tell the officiant to delay the wedding by an hour."

Fifteen hesitated slightly but still spoke, "But the guests and the minister have already entered, and everything else is prepared..."

His brow furrowed tightly, and he said coldly with some irritation, "Delay it by an hour."

"Yes."

In the end, Fifteen responded.

With just a one-hour delay, the wedding time changed to nine-thirty.

Fu Nancheng tightly clutched the document bag in his hand, turned, and walked outside. After a few steps, he paused and looked towards Qiao Mo’s room.

After several seconds, he said to Fifteen again, "Tell Xiao Mo I have something that will delay me a bit. I’ll be back... I’ll be back later."

As he finished speaking, without waiting for Fifteen to respond, Fu Nancheng quickly left.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Qiao Mo was already waiting outside the cathedral’s doors.

The entire cathedral was filled with champagne-colored roses and white gauze, and the long benches were packed with Jiang City’s elites.

Only a few media outlets were allowed inside, yet they maintained a maximum level of quiet and solemnity.

Other guests remained outside, but they couldn’t help but look inside the cathedral to catch a glimpse of the excitement.

As soon as Qiao Mo appeared, many people began to quietly praise her.

"Is this the second miss of the Qiao family? She truly is like a Heavenly Immortal, no wonder she’s favored by Mr. Fu."

"Who wouldn’t say that? It’s truly a blessing cultivated over several lifetimes. Quite enviable."

"That’s not entirely true; I’ve heard that Qiao Mo is favored because she resembles Mr. Fu’s childhood sweetheart."

"Mr. Fu has a childhood sweetheart? I’ve never heard about this."