Chapter 1285: 314: Unbelievable!_4

"What time is it?" Ni Yang asked while yawning.

She had already gone to bed late yesterday, and Mo Qishen had tossed and turned all night. She barely slept at all—it felt as though she hadn’t closed her eyes.

Mo Qishen swallowed and said, "It’s still early."

Ni Yang curled back under the blanket. "Then I’ll sleep a little longer."

Mo Qishen leaned over toward her.

"What are you doing?" Ni Yang asked warily.

"I didn’t sleep well either."

Not long after, the room echoed with Ni Yang’s curses.

...

When Ni Yang woke up again, she found herself alone on the bed.

There was no clock in the room, so she had no idea what time it was.

Ni Yang lifted the blanket, intending to head to the bathroom for a shower, only to realize her pajamas had been changed by someone. The bed, contrary to her expectations, didn’t feel sticky or uncomfortable.

Ni Yang curved her lips slightly—it seemed Mo Qishen had a bit of a conscience after all, knowing to bathe her and change the sheets.

She was completely worn out!

She hadn’t felt a thing throughout the entire process.

Ni Yang opened the wardrobe and randomly picked out an outfit to change into. As soon as she finished dressing, Mo Qishen came up the stairs, rolling up his sleeves as he spoke, "I thought you’d sleep a little longer. Are you hungry now?"

"Yes," Ni Yang nodded.

"Come on, let’s head downstairs for lunch. Afterward, we’ll visit home." With that, Mo Qishen crouched slightly in front of Ni Yang.

Ni Yang paused for a moment. "What are you doing?"

"Carrying you downstairs. Get on."

Ni Yang chuckled, bent forward slightly, and leaned onto Mo Qishen’s back.

Mo Qishen carried Ni Yang down to the first floor.

Only then did Ni Yang notice that it was already past 2 pm. Seeing the clock on the wall, her face suddenly flushed with embarrassment.

Mo Qishen first served Ni Yang a bowl of chicken soup, then went to the kitchen to fetch the dishes. The meal was simple—three side dishes and one soup. Though plain in style, the flavor was exceptional.

After the meal, Mo Qishen took Ni Yang back to the Mo Family home.

Since they had notified them in advance, Mrs. Mo was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Lin Pingping chatted with Ni Yang in the living room.

Meanwhile, Mo Qishen was called to the study room by Mr. Mo.

Yesterday had been Mo Qishen’s wedding day, so Mr. Mo hadn’t had the chance to ask, "Sixth child, tell me—what’s going on here exactly?"

"What are you referring to?" Mo Qishen responded, his face full of confusion.

Mr. Mo continued, "I mean Mog—what’s the deal with Mog? What’s your relationship with Mog?" Mr. Mo still couldn’t bring himself to believe that Mo Qishen was Mog.

How could his seemingly clueless son turn out to be the renowned Mog?

Mo Qishen replied, "Just as you see: I am Mog."

"Really?" Mr. Mo squinted his eyes.

Mo Qishen nodded. "Really."

Mr. Mo promptly hit Mo Qishen hard with a stick. "If you’re truly Mog, then why didn’t you tell us earlier?! I thought I was dreaming yesterday because of you!"

Mo Qishen didn’t dodge but smiled and said, "Dad, I’ve already told you before: I have a proper career, and I also make good money. But you never once believed me."

Mr. Mo’s expression grew serious before he questioned, "Why did you do it this way?"

Mo Qishen replied, "To better understand the complexities of the world."

If he hadn’t experienced failure, if he had relied on his genius to create a dazzling and flawless life, then everything that followed would have been predictable.

Zhao Jingrong wouldn’t have called off their engagement.

The wealthy families who had allied with the Mo Family wouldn’t have turned against them.

He would have married Zhao Jingrong and had children...

But wouldn’t such a life just be another form of deceit?

Mo Qishen was incredibly grateful for the accident that had occurred years ago; otherwise, he’d never have seen through these matters.

Mr. Mo sighed deeply and reached out to pat Mo Qishen on the shoulder. "Sixth child, you’ve had it tough these past years."

Mo Qishen had achieved fame at a young age, only to lose everything in his youth. The ’prodigy’ title was stripped from him, replaced by labels of mediocrity and incompetence...

Eventually, even his betrothed wife from an arranged marriage broke off their engagement.

In the end, Mo Qishen, branded as a failure, ascended to the pinnacle of success—becoming the Mog everyone aspired to associate with.

No one had any idea of the heartache he endured along the way.

Mo Qishen smiled slightly and said, "The life I witnessed, the experiences I’ve had—there are things some people will never touch in their lifetime. That’s why I don’t feel it was hard at all."

Mr. Mo nodded, his face filled with admiration. "He’s grown up. Our sixth child has finally grown up."

Following the wedding, news that Mo Qishen was Mog quickly spread across Beijing.

At first, some people doubted it. But after the families who attended the wedding received cooperation invitations from Mainland Headquarters yesterday, everyone fully believed it—Mo Qishen truly was Mog.

At the Zhao Family.

Mr. Zhao sat in the living room, sighing heavily. He still couldn’t understand how an apparent failure had transformed into Mog.

Zhao Jingrong’s eyes were swollen from crying. "Dad! It’s your fault! All your fault! Why did you agree to annul the engagement back then? If you hadn’t, I’d have been the bride yesterday! Me!"

Mr. Zhao glared at Zhao Jingrong and shouted angrily, "How dare you blame me! Who was the one screaming and insisting on breaking off the engagement back then? How did I try to persuade you? And what did you say?"

When Zhao Jingrong first proposed the annulment, Mr. Zhao had disagreed. The bond between the Zhao and Mo families ran deep, and such an action would undoubtedly damage their relationship.

But Zhao Jingrong was resolute about ending the engagement, leaving Mr. Zhao with no choice but to consent!

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