Chapter 953: Chapter 962: ’Sur’prise (8)
The room was particularly lively, with the bright red sheets adding a somewhat tacky touch, yet it felt particularly like a wedding.
Half an hour later, Qiao Mo stood at the entrance of the villa garden, dressed in a white gown.
The red carpet extended from the garden gate directly into the villa’s first floor, with countless media and reporters waiting eagerly on both sides, frantically pressing their shutters to capture the moment.
Since Li Muqing and Qiao Dehou couldn’t come to an agreement after arguing for half the day, they finally decided to walk Qiao Mo down the red carpet together and hand her over to Fu Nancheng.
But because of this, Qiao Mo couldn’t hold a bouquet.
As a result, the group ended up looking rather strange, with Qiao Dehou and Li Muqing each walking on one side of Qiao Mo, followed by two adorable little ones, each holding a bouquet.
Fu Nancheng could see from a distance that both future fathers-in-law wore dark expressions, clearly dissatisfied with each other’s presence.
At that moment, he wondered which of Qiao Mo’s hands he should take, fearing he might offend one of the fathers-in-law if he wasn’t careful.
Looking at his two sons, their expressions weren’t much better.
Indeed, the two little ones were also displeased—not for any other reason, but because they suddenly realized they were too short, blocked by the two grandfathers like mountains, unable to see any of the excitement except for a dense darkness when looking up past the trousers.
Listening to the emcee’s introduction, accompanied by soothing, joyful music.
Qiao Mo felt a bit dazed. Was this... real this time?
A few minutes later, Qiao Mo slowly stepped into the villa, adorned everywhere with pink and white roses, draped in light veils. The surroundings were dark, with balloons filling the ceiling, their strings entwined with small fingernail-sized light bulbs, resembling fireflies dancing in the dim light.
Below her feet, white mist rose, occasionally accompanied by flowing water, allowing a clear view of the stones at the bottom of the pool, like apricot blossoms in a drizzle, and a small alley with green stones. Even the air carried a hint of fresh sweetness, with a slightly moist aroma that refreshed the spirit, making everything exceptionally pleasant.
Qiao Mo was a bit surprised; was this still the Nanshan Villa she had lived in for so long?
Even just now, when she went upstairs, it wasn’t like this downstairs. Her eyes grew slightly moist, realizing he must have spent a lot of time to turn this place into a fairyland in such a short timeframe.
Coming back to her senses, Qiao Mo clearly saw that familiar figure, somewhat lost.
He had changed into a silver-gray suit, with a smile on his face that made him indescribably handsome. At this moment, all he saw in his eyes was her figure, as if it encompassed the whole world.
A moment later, Qiao Mo slowly stopped in front of Fu Nancheng.
Seeing the little woman clinging to one of her father-in-laws, he smiled, and Qiao Mo returned the smile, seemingly curious about what he would do.
But before the emcee could speak, Fu Nancheng approached, wrapping his arm around Qiao Mo’s waist and pulling her into his embrace.
Qiao Mo let out a soft laugh, "Cunning."
Li Muqing and Qiao Dehou chuckled slightly, making no further trouble.
The emcee was about to invite Qiao Mo’s father to speak on stage, but to his surprise, Fu Nancheng kissed Qiao Mo’s lips directly, "I can’t wait any longer."
A cheer erupted from the audience, and Qiao Mo’s cheeks flushed slightly, "You’re pushing me into this; I haven’t agreed to marry you yet."
"It’s too late."
"Overbearing."
"Only for you."
Qiao Mo found it hard to resist, turning her head away slightly, "Alright, everyone’s watching."
