The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal Chapter 442 - 442 The Wedding

Mo Group, office.

A heavy silence enveloped the space as Mo Chen stood by the window, his gaze sweeping across the city sprawled below, his expression grave.

The sun had begun to set, and Qiao Ruoxin was expected to have arrived by now.

He lifted an arm to check his watch, his brow knitted in a tight line. This "Little Ghost" was truly becoming more audacious by the day.

Suddenly, the office door was flung open, bypassing the courtesy of a knock.

However, a slight curve played on the corners of Mo Chen’s lips; he recognized that only this particular "Little Ghost" would dare to enter so unceremoniously.

As he turned, he indeed saw Qiao Ruoxin striding into the office. A smile bloomed on her face upon seeing Mo Chen, and she called out, "Brother Mo Chen, are you upset?"

While Mo Chen offered no verbal reply, his expression darkened as he approached her. He gently guided her to sit on the sofa in the reception area.

"I'm not that fragile right now; I can walk on my own," she replied with a touch of helplessness in her smile.

His voice held a displeased tone as he stated, "That's not for you to decide, do you understand?"

"Oh..." she chuckled softly, playfully tapping his prominent nose. "Why so serious? I merely went to see your cousin; is that prohibited?"

Mo Chen responded, "I stated that I would handle this matter. You don't need to get involved. Just focus on your pregnancy and preparing for the wedding."

"Mhm, understood. From this moment on, I'll concentrate solely on my pregnancy and won't trouble myself with those matters, alright?"

She looked directly into his eyes, her words carrying a tone of genuine conviction.

Witnessing her sincere demeanor, Mo Chen let out a soft chuckle. His large hand moved to rest protectively over her abdomen. "Are you tired?"

"Not tired at all. I traveled by car, and what's more, I had two bodyguards accompanying me." She understood Mo Chen's concerns and resolved to remain obediently at the manor, dedicating herself to her pregnancy.

"I'll take you out for dinner later, and then we can go for a stroll. How does that sound?"

Qiao Ruoxin gazed at the man, his attention centered on her belly, and smiled. "Certainly, I'll do as you say."

She eagerly anticipated the arrival of their twins, confident that Mo Chen would prove to be an exceptional father.

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In the ensuing days, Qiao Ruoxin curtailed her outings, remaining within the confines of the manor to focus on her pregnancy. Gradually, a more amiable relationship began to form with Mrs. Mo, and they were often seen sitting together, engaging in conversation.

As the wedding date loomed closer, Jiang Peilan proactively announced her intention to attend.

This gesture alone brought a wave of happiness to Qiao Ruoxin.

She no longer concerned herself with the intricacies involving Mo Zhizi and Simon. With Mo Chen and Gu Mocheng overseeing matters, she felt confident that any potential issues would be resolved.

On the day of the wedding, Qiao Ruoxin was adorned in a custom-made wedding gown, radiating the ethereal charm of a princess from a fairytale realm.

Within the opulent dressing room, a makeup artist meticulously attended to her. Given the Mo Family's immense prestige, this union was undoubtedly destined to capture the world's attention.

At the manor, Simon personally drove Mo Zhizi to the estate for the wedding ceremony.

Mo Zhizi unfastened her seatbelt. "Thank you for the ride. I'll head in first; I have responsibilities today, like welcoming the guests."

"Wait a moment."

Mo Zhizi turned back, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

Simon presented her with a small, white velvet box. "Please give this to Qiao Ruoxin. Don't mention it's from me. Just wish her a happy marriage."

Mo Zhizi’s brow furrowed as she accepted the white velvet box. "Why can't I say it's from you?"

"Do you imagine she would accept it if she knew it was from me?" Simon's smile carried a trace of bitterness.

Mo Zhizi nodded without further questions. She opened the car door and stepped out towards the manor.

Inside the car, Simon's gaze lingered on Mo Zhizi's receding figure for a considerable time before he drove away from the estate.

Once inside the manor, Mo Zhizi glanced down at the velvet box clutched in her hand. A temptation to peek at its contents arose, yet doing so felt rather impolite.