Chapter 1274 - 312: Ten Miles of Red Makeup

Chapter 1274: 312: Ten Miles of Red Makeup

"What a pity, such a pity," Zhao’s mother kept shaking her head and sighing.

Zhao Jingrong smiled and said, "It’s not really a pity. Although Ni Yang is beautiful, she’s quite brainless, at best just a pretty fool, isn’t a pretty fool and a wastrel a perfect match?"

In Zhao Jingrong’s eyes, apart from being a bit good-looking, Ni Yang really had no other merits.

"True," Zhao’s mother continued, "My daughter’s the one with good vision, always looking ahead."

Zhao Jingrong smiled.

In recent days, Beijing, originally calm, suddenly saw numerous luxury cars from out of town.

The license plates had all 1s, all 0s, all 8s... The appearance of these cars attracted significant media journalist attention.

You could tell by the license plates that the cars’ owners had extraordinary identities, any one of them could make Beijing tremble with a stomp.

So many bigwigs gathering in Beijing, is something significant about to happen here?

Is a major change imminent?

For a while, there was a lot of gossip.

At the Mo Family’s dining table.

Xiu Jiao mentioned this, "Mom, Dad, did you know? Many important people have come to Beijing in the past few days! I heard even the bigwigs from F Country are here!"

Old Mrs. Mo had always been indifferent to such matters.

Old Mr. Mo put down his chopsticks, looking worried, "I’ve heard too, I always felt that having so many big shots appearing in Beijing isn’t a good sign. Yesterday, they even sealed off several main roads around West Street. Do you think this will affect Old Six’s wedding?"

If they seal the roads on Mo Qishen’s wedding day, won’t that be a joke?

The wedding car cannot take a U-turn, which is a big taboo for wealthy families.

Xiu Jiao frowned, "Exactly, and with Old Six’s wedding in just a few days, why couldn’t these big shots come earlier or later, why now?"

Hearing that the wedding might be delayed, Old Mrs. Mo also became anxious, "How can it affect Old Six’s wedding! How big are these big shots?"

Old Mr. Mo said, "So big that you usually only see them in the news and newspapers."

"Oh my goodness!" Old Mrs. Mo covered her mouth.

Old Mr. Mo turned to Zhao Jingrong, "Jingrong, your family is always well-informed, have you heard what brings these big shots here? Will it affect your Uncle Six’s wedding?"

Zhao Jingrong shook her head, "My dad and brother have been so busy these days, I have no idea what’s going on. Grandpa, if you’re worried about delaying the wedding, you could postpone it for a few days, there are plenty of auspicious days, it doesn’t necessarily have to be that day."

Old Mr. Mo nodded, "Jingrong, you have a point, let’s postpone it for three days for now."

Just then, a tall figure walked in from outside, "No need to postpone the wedding date, just hold it as scheduled."

The person who came was none other than Mo Qishen.

Upon hearing this, a smirk appeared on Zhao Jingrong’s face.

Old Mr. Mo looked up at Mo Qishen, "Old Six, this isn’t a joke. I think it’s better to listen to Jingrong and postpone the wedding date."

"No need, Dad, don’t worry, it won’t affect the wedding," Mo Qishen continued.

Old Mr. Mo asked, "Do you have some insider information?"

Mo Qishen nodded slightly.

Seeing Mo Qishen like this, Zhao Jingrong almost laughed out loud.

In her view, Mo Qishen was just pretending to be more than he actually was.

Because she was once his fiancée, Mo Qishen didn’t want to lose face in front of her, which is why he put on such a show.

In fact, Mo Qishen didn’t need to try to cover up, everyone in Beijing knows Mo Qishen is a wastrel.

A salted fish wants to transform into a Golden Dragon?

Too difficult!

Old Mr. Mo hesitated, "Are you sure the wedding will proceed as planned?"

"Yes, I’m sure." Mo Qishen nodded.

Old Mr. Mo said, "Then I’ll have the butler deliver the invitation cards this afternoon."

"Okay, thank you,"

After saying this, Mo Qishen turned and went upstairs.

After Mo Qishen left, Xiu Jiao said worriedly, "Dad, I think Old Six is being impulsive. Why didn’t you stop him a bit? Getting married isn’t child’s play, what if something goes wrong?"

Old Mr. Mo said, "Let him be. He’s the one getting married, he’s the groom." Somehow, seeing Mo Qishen so calm, Old Mr. Mo also didn’t feel worried anymore.

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