Mo Xiaomo opened her eyes. There was sadness in her eyes.
“Never thought about it, let alone reconsider it?”
“You mustn’t break your word. You promised to try accepting me!” Zhong Teng was worried.
“It won’t matter after trying.” Said Mo Xiaomo lightly.
“You must be accountable to me for the many days and nights we spend in bed together!”
Zhong Teng adjusted his breathing, talking nonsense seriously.
“Who will be responsible for Mo Xiaoxiao?” Mo Xiaomo finally expressed the bitterness that was deep in her heart.
Zhong Teng was surprised for a moment. He didn’t expect that Mo Xiaomo was upset by his relationship with Mo Xiaoxiao.
“The child in her womb is not mine.” Zhong Teng spoke very clearly, word by word.
“I was so drunk that night…”
Mo Xiaomo shook her head. “That’s enough Zhong Teng,” she said. “I don’t want to hear any romantic stories about you two.”
“We meet each other halfway. You are still Qingbao’s father, but you should let me go. I will sincerely wish you happiness.”
Zhong Teng jumped to his feet, his voice rising sharply. “Do you still have any lingering thoughts about Tom? He’s let go!”
“You said at the press conference the other day about giving Mo Xiaoxiao a great wedding, and you’re just so fond of trifling with our sisters’ affections?” Mo Xiaomo was not weak and raised her voice in the argument.
“Where did you hear that I was going to marry her? It is pure slander to judge without asking me!”
Zhong Teng knew he shouldn’t be talking to Mo Xiaomo in that tone, but the image of Tom kissing Mo Xiaomo and the back of her hand was etched in his mind, and it struck a chord of anger in his heart.
“I don’t want to argue with you, I’m tired and want to sleep, please go out!”
Mo Xiaomo pointed at the door. Her pale finger-tips trembled slightly, revealing an uneasy heart.
“I just want to talk to you to make everything clear right now. I’m going to have a wedding of a century, but the bride I want is you, you!’
Zhong Teng shouted, leaning over the bed to pull Mo Xiaomo up.
The door of the room was pushed back again. Zhong Ze was stunned by Zhong Teng’s rude behavior and stood still.
“You’re doing… something indescribable?”
Zhong Ze looked at Mo Xiaomo’s hand pressed against the pillow, with a flicker of disbelief in his eyes.
Mo Xiaomo seemed angry, not like in the enjoyment.
“No, we’re talking about life.” Mo Xiaomo’s voice was slightly ruffled.
“Are you quarreling?” Zhong Ze was still at the door.
Mo Xiaomo’s silence seemed to acquiesce to Zhong Ze’s judgment.
“Sister-in-law, why are you quarrelling? Can’t you just sit down and slap my brother in the face?”
Zhong Ze said, winking at these two people on the bed. When he finished saying, the door was pushed.
As soon as Zhong Teng sat on the chair, he saw his parents walking in with Qingbao.
They were all outside the door just now?
“Daddy mommy!” Qingbao came running.
After a few words of sympathy, Zhong And Fang turned to Zhong Teng.
“When is the wedding?” Zhong Nanping asked peacefully, showing no feelings.
“In three months.” Zhong Teng didn’t hesitate.
Mo Xiaomo turned slightly and opened her mouth to say something. Thinking of Qingbao, she chose to shut up again.
Mo Xiaomo’s leg injury wasn’t serious. She just had to clean the wound and change the dressing every day.
In the evening, Zhong Teng drove her back to his house with Zhong Ze.
“I can finally come out and see the outside world!”
It was the first time Zhong Ze had been out of the hospital since returning home, his heart pounding like a rising tide.
Neither Zhong Teng nor Mo Xiaomo responded to Zhong Ze’s exclamation, but he said on and on.
Zhong Teng finally couldn’t help it. He snapped, “No one treats you as mute if you don’t speak!”
“Brother, do you think I am less important than my sister-in-law and Qingbao to you, so you are always against me?” Zhong Ze was unhappy.
“Don’t blame me for turning against you!”
Zhong Teng sped up and drove steadily towards home.
“If I couldn’t beat you, I… I have already turned against you!” Zhong Ze almost swore.