belated marriage

Chapter 2 I Didn't Do It On Purpose
There was a special sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor, stepping on and off, as if stepping on the hearts of several people.

Mo Tingyuan was wearing a tailor-made suit, with a stern face, standing at the door against the light.

Mrs. Mo quickly exchanged glances with Mo Yangyang, and Mo Yangyang quietly made a "OK" gesture and stood behind Mrs. Mo.

The mother and daughter who had been helping Zheng Chuyue just now stood in the middle again, as if Zheng Chuyue was the only one who made things difficult for Lin Chuqi from the beginning to the end.

"Ting Yuan, didn't you go on a business trip to Licheng? Why did you come back all of a sudden?" Zheng Chuyue got up to greet her with a flash of panic in her eyes.

Lin Chuqi hurriedly lowered her head, not wanting Mo Tingyuan to see her embarrassed appearance.

But Mo Ting staggered away from Zheng Chuyue, and when he came to her, his voice was surprisingly cold.

"Didn't I remind you to always maintain the image of your Mrs. Mo, Lin Chuqi, why don't you have a long memory?"

The cold words don't hear the slightest concern.

Lin Chuqi buried her head stiffly, every single word stabbed her heart like a knife.

What Mo Tingyuan cared about was not that she was in a mess, but that Mrs. Mo was in a mess.

After all, in addition to torturing her and making her conscience suffer, she also needs her, Mrs. Mo, to help him with some things occasionally.

Therefore, the image of Mrs. Mo is very important.

At least he can't lose Mo Tingyuan's face.

"Go and tidy up." Mo Tingyuan sat on the sofa with his long legs crossed. He unbuttoned two white shirts inside his suit at will, his eyes full of impatience.

Under his cold gaze, Lin Chuqi fled back to the room in embarrassment, tidied herself up as quickly as possible, and guaranteed to face him in the best condition.

Downstairs in the living room, Mo Tingyuan looked at Mrs. Mo impatiently, with a bit of irritability in his voice, "I need to remind you a few times that my marriage, Mo Tingyuan, does not need outsiders to intervene."

Mrs. Mo was so frightened that her heart trembled, but she still pretended to be calm, "I'm just helping you correct your mistakes. As an elder, this is what I should do."

"What you should do is to take good care of your daughter. This is your only use in this family."

"Ting Yuan!"

Madam Mo pinched her palms, her voice trembling: "Even if I'm not your biological mother, you should still respect me."

"Mrs. Mo should have some, what don't you have?"

Madam Mo was furious, she dragged Mo Yangyang away.

Mo Tingyuan squinted his eyes halfway, and his eyes turned to Zheng Chuyue.

Zheng Chuyue felt guilty at the bottom of her heart, but she forced herself to sit beside him calmly, "Ting Yuan, you know, I have never changed for you, when I left—"

"Miss Zheng."

Mo Tingyuan pushed her away expressionlessly, "I'm already married, we are too close to cause misunderstanding, I don't want my personal image to be affected, please stay away from me."

Zheng Chuyue's face turned pale.

Lin Chuqi who had just come downstairs was also stunned for a moment.

Didn't it mean that Mo Tingyuan had always had Zheng Chuyue, the little green plum, in his heart?Is this how he treats his sweetheart?

"Ting Yuan."

Zheng Chuyue caught a glimpse of Lin Chuqi who was going downstairs from the corner of her eye, and intentionally narrowed the distance between her and Mo Tingyuan.

"I know you're still blaming me for leaving without saying goodbye, but I too—" she bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes.

Mo Ting frowned invisibly, "Miss Zheng, please don't forget our respective identities, and don't affect your reputation."

Hearing this, Lin Chuqi knew it clearly.

It turned out that it was not that Mo Ting didn't like Zheng Chuyue, but their marriage and his hatred for her forced him to give up.

Even in front of her, Mo Tingyuan still wanted to remind Zheng Chuyue to pay attention to his identity.

Ah!
A mockery flashed across Lin Chuqi's eyes, and he quickly walked between the two, smiling gracefully and calmly.

"Ting Yuan, what are you talking about with Miss Zheng?" She walked up to Mo Tingyuan with a smile on her face, and sat down gracefully.

Seeing that the two were so close, Zheng Chuyue felt her teeth itch with hatred, but she could only watch helplessly.

Why can rubbish like Lin Chuqi stay with Mo Tingyuan, but she can't.

"Tingyuan..."

"Miss Zheng, please go back, I haven't seen my wife for a long time, and I want to talk alone."

Mo Tingyuan spoke abruptly, which made Zheng Chuyue's pretty face turn pale.

"Lin Chuqi, why is she! Ting Yuan, have you forgotten—"

"Miss Zheng, pay attention to your identity." Mo Tingyuan tugged at the collar of his shirt, his eyes full of impatience.

Lin Chuqi knew him well, and he usually made this gesture, which meant that he was angry.

Angry because Zheng Chuyue forgot to measure, or because he is married and can't be with Zheng Chuyue?
Lin Chuqi couldn't figure it out, and didn't want to understand, so she sat quietly beside Mo Tingyuan, playing the role of a qualified Mrs. Mo.

After Zheng Chuyue left, Mo Tingyuan looked at her sullenly, "Lin Chuqi, did you take my words for granted?"

She shivered and said, "I remember."

Mo Tingyuan snorted coldly, "I don't think you remember at all."

After the words fell, he went upstairs first.

Lin Chuqi bit her lip tightly and followed step by step, as if a huge stone was pressed on her heart, making her unable to breathe.

"As a condition for me to take [-]% of the Lin Group's shares, your identity as Mrs. Mo will never change."

Mo Tingyuan's icy voice came from above, like a slap in the face hard on her face.

Ten percent of the shares can be exchanged for the identity of Mrs. Mo.

Mo Tingyuan is really willing!

How many women are eager for this identity, and he gave it to her for [-]% of the shares of the Lin Group.

I'm not afraid that Zheng Chuyue will be sad.

There was a faint mockery in her eyes.

Looking at it from another angle, imprisoning her as Mrs. Mo is the best way Mo Tingyuan can think of to torture her!
She followed behind with a heavy heart, and accidentally bumped into the back that was as hard as iron.

Her upturned nose hurt from the bump, and she burst into tears uncontrollably.

But as soon as Mo Tingyuan turned his head, she wiped away her tears in a panic, and lowered her head to prevent him from seeing the red eyes and nose.

They stopped at the door of a room.

This room is the room of his dead sister Mo Yanyan, and there is still her tablet in it.

Every time Mo Tingyuan thought of Mo Yanyan, he would ask her to kneel here.

"Even if you kneel here day and night to repent, you still won't be able to wash away your sins!"

"Why did you kill her? You are her girlfriend, do you remember?"

"Lin Chuqi, why wasn't you the one who died!"

Every word, as if in the ear.

Pushing open the door, Lin Chuqi saw the black-and-white photos on the table at a glance, she suddenly felt the blood flow backwards all over her body, and her body became cold.

Looking at his younger sister's smiling face, Mo Tingyuan, who has always been calm and self-possessed, lost his sense of control and grabbed the back of her neck, wishing to pinch her slender neck.

His voice was cold, and he asked word by word: "Lin Chuqi, why wasn't you the one who died back then!"

"I didn't do it on purpose." She looked at Mo Tingyuan dejectedly and desperately, "I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen. I really didn't do it on purpose."

(End of this chapter)