Chapter 406 - 406 392 What do you call me (2)_1

Chapter 406: 392, What do you call me (2)_1 Chapter 406: 392, What do you call me (2)_1 No one noticed that in the corner, Julie pulled out a small bottle from her pocket and poured it into Lola’s mouth.

“Cough, cough–”

Lola choked on it and couldn’t stop coughing.

Gradually, a flicker of clarity flashed in her eyes, only to be replaced by confusion again.

Julie gently patted her back, her mind racing, thinking about how to deal with the aftermath of all this.

The intoxicating elixir indeed had no antidote, and the medicine she had given Lola could only temporarily suppress the effects of the drug for half an hour.

Half an hour later, the drug’s effect would become more potent, which was why she had waited until now to administer it to Lola.

The intoxicating elixir was very strong, and the suppressant she received had its side effects, but Julie had no choice but to disregard her own feelings. After all, if she didn’t do this, it would profoundly tarnish both Lola’s marriage prospects and the Durand family’s reputation.

Meanwhile, Mingxuan had found a megaphone somewhere and was shouting out to the sea.

“Uncle An, Jian Qing is fine now, please come up.”

“Uncle An, did you hear me? Jian Qing is here, hurry up and get back.”

Han Yue stared at the sea, and under the dim ship light, he noticed a figure emerging from the water not far away.

“Over there.”

His face lit up with joy, and he threw a rope down.

“Uncle An, here.”

As the surging waves chased and slapped against Mo Xiao, he wiped the sea water from his face upon hearing Mingxuan’s words, and swam swiftly towards the yacht.

His body bobbed up and down with the waves.

“Uncle An, grab the rope.”

Han Yue swayed the rope to indicate.

The crowd watched as Mo Xiao grabbed the rope, their faces reflecting nothing but admiration.

Those skills were simply impressive.

No wonder he was once a colonel; after all these years, his skills were as sharp as ever.

Han Yue and Mingxuan, pulling the rope together, managed to hoist Mo Xiao up.

Drenched, he gripped the railing, swung himself over it, and landed firmly on the deck.

“Where’s Jian Qing?”

The moment he got on the yacht, he hurriedly asked about Jian Qing.

At this, everyone looked at him even more strangely.

Even the slowest person could see that Mo Xiao’s concern for Jian Qing had exceeded normal bounds. While they all knew about Jian Qing’s relationship with the An family, it was well known that Jian Qing did not like them. But in front of Mo Xiao, the situation was completely different.

Han Yue signaled where Jingwu was, blocked by the crowd. Following his gaze, Mo Xiao walked over quickly.

Seeing him coming, everyone consciously made way for him.

Under the moonlight, Jian Qing watched as the man, covered in water, approached her with messy hair, and the worry and nervousness in his eyes struck a chord in her heart.

In that instant, her wavering heart became firm.

She accepted the presence of this father.

Before she knew it, Mo Xiao had arrived in front of her.

His eyes anxiously scanned her, and once he was certain that she was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Are you alright?”

He asked in a hoarse voice, reaching out as if to touch her head, but he caught himself and froze mid-motion.

Jian Qing noticed the fleeting gloom in his eyes, triggering a warmth within her.

She reached out and grabbed his wet hand, which visibly surprised Mo Xiao.

He stared at Jian Qing, dumbfounded.

This was the first time she had actively approached him.

Her soft hand was clutching his rough hand, the sensation passing over his entire being was wonderful.

His daughter.

The daughter he and Weiwei had!

Her reflection was clear in his eyes, and a warmth was spreading through his chest.

This scene was an eye-opener for everyone.

Even the bewildered Han Yue and Mingxuan were focused on Jian Qing holding Mo Xiao’s hand.

In the corner, a slightly sober Lola saw this scene.

She bit down hard on her lips, blood stained her pearly teeth, but she couldn’t feel any pain at all.

Suddenly, seizing a moment of lax caution from Julie and the others, she broke free from them and bolted towards Mo Xiao.

“Princess!”

“Lola!”

Julie knew something was wrong and reached out to grab her, but she was a step too slow.

Mo Xiao saw the fiery figure approaching and his face turned icy cold.

He positioned himself in front of Jian Qing and kicked Lola.

His kick was swift and clean, without hesitation.

“Ssss––”

Everyone involuntarily drew breath as their pupils constricted.

Lola grimaced and clutched her abdomen. She fell backwards and onto the ground.

“Lola!”

Julie rushed over to check on her daughter’s injuries.

Count Durand also walked over. Seeing the blood seeping from the corner of Lola’s mouth, his brow furrowed in displeasure as he looked at Mo Xiao.

Although Mo Xiao was their Durand Family’s ally, Lola was his only daughter. The fact that Mo Xiao had hit her in front of everyone was a public embarrassment to him.

“Mo Xiao, you’ve gone too far.”

“Ha!” Mo Xiao responded with a derisive cold laugh.

While Mo Xiao didn’t usually hit women, he would make no exception for those who threatened his beloved daughter.

Lola, who had been nestled in Julie’s arms, looked tearfully at Mo Xiao

Her voice came out hoarsely, “Mo Xiao, how could you do this to me? I’ve adored you for years, and yet you hurt me for this woman… she’s an engaged woman, why do you still like her? What is it about her that is better than me?”

She was a princess, high and mighty.

In terms of family background, the Durand Family was a renowned aristocratic family in F Country.

In all respects, wasn’t she, Lola, the one who was most suited for him? Why couldn’t he see her worth?

Her words shocked everyone.

Was the princess out of her mind?

Didn’t she know the relationship between Jian Qing and the An Family? An Zhe wouldn’t possibly like her.

Han Yue and Quan Mingxuan exchanged glances, feeling awkward.

No wonder they always felt that this peacock had some animosity towards Jian Qing. It turned out that she believed Uncle An was interested in Jian Qing.

It seems Uncle An was right. This princess was truly out of her mind.

And a big one at that.

Mo Xiao frowned. His eyes scorned Lola as he looked at her.

“You think someone like you is fit to be associated with my dad?”

His cold voice rung out, echoing like a bomb beside everyone’s ears.

Her dad?

Everyone uniformly looked at Jian Qing. Their eyes bulged, and jaws dropped.

What has she just said?

Was it their hearing or was she mistaken?

Quan Mingxuan and the others were also stunned.

Was Uncle An Jian Qing’s father?

This must be some mistake.

Isn’t her father An Chong?

Mo Xiao forced himself to turn his head, his eyes, quivering with excitement.

“What, what did you just call me?”

His hands were tightly clenched into fists and he held his breath as he asked.

Jian Qing gave a slight smile, “Did I say something wrong? Aren’t you my dad?”

“No.” Mo Xiao immediately replied. His eyes slightly reddened, “You’re right. I am your dad, you’re my daughter, my daughter.”

As he spoke, his voice cracked with emotion.