Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 675 - 685 Wedding (13)

Lu Qingxue’s eyes flashed with a hint of spirit, and she calmly replied, "You had someone conduct a paternity test."Though phrased as a question, Lu Qingxue’s tone was actually a statement of certainty.

Lu Xiuyuan was momentarily stunned, then smiled somewhat mockingly, "It seems nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

Lu Qingxue fell silent, her eyes clear and transparent, contemplating something unknown.

Lu Xiuyuan said again, "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart."

Lu Qingxue remained silent. If Qiao Mo was not Yang Peiyun’s child, yet Qiao Yun and Qiao Mo look so similar, it indicates there’s an identity issue.

And Qiao Yun has experienced burns and multiple reconstructive surgeries.

Thus, it can be basically determined that Qiao Yun is the one with the problem.

This leads to the indirect conclusion that Qiao Mo was indeed the girl from that year.

However, Lu Qingxue didn’t say this, knowing that Lu Xiuyuan had always harbored a grudge against the appearance of the girl that year, so mentioning it now would be pointless.

From this point, further speculation about Fu Nancheng’s departure today could basically conclude that Yang Peiyun had some leverage to threaten Fu Nancheng, attempting to stop the wedding.

Only by stopping the wedding could her real daughter Qiao Yun hope to marry Fu Nancheng.

If she guessed correctly, Fu Nancheng should be at the hospital where Qiao Yun is right now.

Yet, in just a moment, this wise woman in a wheelchair analyzed everything from clues.

"Fifteen." Lu Qingxue looked towards the shadows for Fifteen.

Fifteen quickly appeared, "Miss Lu."

"Go to the Fifth High-level People’s Hospital now, find Fu Nancheng, and ask him when he plans to return and whether the wedding is still waiting for him."

"Yes."

Once the words fell, she had Lu Xiuyuan push her back into the church.

In the blink of an eye, it was already ten twenty, fifty minutes past the time set by Fu Nancheng.

The guests, who were originally sitting in orderly rows in the church, couldn’t stand the boredom and began to get up and move around, whispering in small groups.

The priest couldn’t bear it either, shaking his head lightly and leaving to rest.

Xie Qinghuan stayed beside Qiao Mo, seeing her face pale and growing more anxious.

"Xiao Mo, why don’t you go back to your room and rest for a bit? When he returns, I’ll come get you."

Qiao Mo smiled lightly, "How can a bride go to sleep on her wedding day when the groom isn’t here?"

While the two were talking, some media started to approach for interviews and questions, "Miss Qiao, what do you think about Mr. Fu not being at the wedding today?"

"Do you know Mr. Fu’s whereabouts?"

"Do you believe the wedding will continue? Will Mr. Fu come back?"

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The media frantically took photos and interviewed with microphones, the flashing lights hurting Qiao Mo’s eyes.

Xie Qinghuan frowned as she stood to shield Qiao Mo, "You should be asking these things to Fu Nancheng, not here with Qiao Mo."

"Are you saying that Miss Qiao is also unaware of these matters?"

"Does your statement represent Miss Qiao’s opinion?"

"Will the wedding be canceled? Rumor has it Mr. Fu loves someone else, do you acknowledge this?"

Seeing Qiao Mo remain silent, the crowd began to aggressively target Xie Qinghuan with questions.

Xie Qinghuan’s brow furrowed deeply.

At this moment, Qiao Mo stood up from behind her, not wanting Qinghuan to be troubled on her behalf.