Everyone thought she wanted to marry Jing Chen…
Mo Qiansu tugged at the corner of her lips and laughed, "Old man, I will not marry Jing Chen. Even if I'm not with your grandson, my life doesn't need anyone else's arrangement."
The color drained from Gu Zhenhua's face, turning ashen as he asked angrily, "You've already given birth to Jing Chen's child, if you won't marry him, whose bone and blood of the Jing Family do you plan to take with you?!"
If she didn't marry soon, how could his grandson give up on her!
This marriage, he was determined to see it through!
"Whomever I marry in the future is my own business!" Mo Qiansu thought thankfully that Gu Xuanye's grandfather didn't know Xiaoyu was a blood relative of the Gu Family. Otherwise, with his forceful nature, akin to that of a bandit, should he decide to take her son away, she might never even get a chance to see him again.
Gu Zhenhua's expression turned even colder.
