Substituting An Ugly Duckling As The Bride

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“No,” Mo Ting suddenly said. When he saw Chi Xiao’s puzzled expression, he continued, “It wasn’t Second Uncle Mo’s family who wanted to kidnap Han Han.”

“No? Weren’t they very proactive that day?”

Chi Xiao suddenly felt that it was a little out of place when she said this.

Second Uncle Mo’s family couldn’t be considered stupid. If they were so eager, wouldn’t it make people suspect them?

“You suspect that they were also schemed against?” Chi Xiao muttered. She felt that the person behind them was playing a big game of chess, placing all of them on the chessboard.

Seeing the serious look on Chi Xiao’s face, Mo Ting slowly curled his lips and felt happy.

Suddenly, Chi Xiao’s expression changed and she exclaimed, “Actually, we have been ignoring someone.”

Mo Ting’s heart skipped a beat. Chi Xiao then realized that she had accidentally slapped Mo Ting’s thigh. She quickly retracted her hand and smiled shyly.

Mo Ting’s ears were tinged with a thin layer of red. A moment later, he coughed lightly and asked, “Who is it?”

Seeing Mo Ting ask this, Chi Xiao couldn’t bear to say it. She started to stutter and finally, under Mo Ting’s encouraging gaze, she said, “Your Father, Mo Jun…”

To be honest, this answer was indeed something that Mo Ting had never thought of. He had suspected his siblings, his uncles, but he had never doubted Mo Jun at all. Now that he suddenly heard this possibility… there was actually a trace of dust settling in his heart.

He even thought that it was true. After all, that was his father.

Mo Hao anxiously returned to his house. He pushed open the door and saw that his disappointing son was still holding onto his phone. He was swaggering on the sofa and chatting with his scoundrel friends. He could not help but feel angry.

He went up and snatched his son’s phone. He immediately scolded his son.

Poor Mo Hao’s son, a man in his twenties, was scolded so badly by his father that he could not even raise his head.

Finally, he concluded, “Tell me, if you were more capable, why would I have to spend all my time fawning over a brat like Mo Ting?”

Mo Hao’s son lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, “But why don’t you look at yourself and see if you’re actually a direct descendant of the Mo Family?”

These words were like adding fuel to the fire. Mo Hao picked up a fruit from the fruit plate and threw it directly at his son. He berated angrily, “How am I not a direct descendant? The Mo family is able to accumulate their current wealth because of your grandfather’s help.”

Mo Hao’s son saw his irritable look, so he covered his head and ran out of the door.

Mo Hao looked at his son’s back and let out a long sigh. He fell onto the sofa and asked his assistant beside him, “Tell me, how did I end up with such a son? All day long, he doesn’t even look to improve.”

“Young Master is still young. It’ll be fine when he grows up.”

Looking at his assistant who was about the same age as him, Mo Hao sighed again. “You’ve said that more than ten years ago. He’s almost thirty, how can he still grow up?”

The assistant curled his lips. “He’s not even thirty yet.”

“When I was as old as him, I was already close to becoming a director. Look at him. He’s idling around all day, eating, drinking, and having fun. He doesn’t even have a job. I told him to start from the basics, but he insisted that it was tiring and didn’t even continue.”

As he said this, Mo Hao’s eyes bulged with anger. He said indignantly, “What do you think he wants to do? I’ve already… for him. Why is he still so disappointing?”

His words were unclear, as if were he not paying attention, he would be heard by others and it would be disadvantageous to him.

Looking at Mo Hao’s appearance, the assistant pursed his lips.

Noticing the assistant’s smile, Mo Hao asked unhappily, “I’m already like this, yet you’re still smiling?”

The assistant laughed even more, “Love is deep, but responsibility is important. You must have too much expectations for Young Master, that’s why you feel that he’s not living up to expectations like how you’re feeling now.”

The assistant said something else and successfully diverted Mo Hao’s attention. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief. He made an “Ok” hand signal to the young man who was still peeping at the door.

Only then did the young man leap three feet high and run far away.

When Mo Hao saw this, he just turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it. He waited for the brat to jump away before he said indifferently, “He will always be spoiled. See? He is spoiled.”

The assistant lowered his head and smiled again. “After all, he grew up in front of his eyes. You will always unconsciously pay attention to him.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Hao fell into a suspicious silence.

He recalled that Mo Ting had also grown up in front of him. When Mo Ting was young, the time he spent with Mo Hao was almost longer than the time his own son spent with him.

Mo Hao looked at his flabby skin and wondered for no reason, did he do anything wrong?

Why did things develop to this point?

The assistant left. After a while, he walked out of the room with a few greeting cards in his hand.

“Sir, when I was cleaning the room, I found some greeting cards written by the young master for you. Do you want to throw them away?”

Mo Hao reached out his hand and took the greeting cards. The handwriting on the cards was childish, but it was genuine..