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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8: The True Pride of the Heavens

After all, she still carried the title of Mrs. Moh.

Old Madam Moh had been looking extremely grim, but her face lit up with a smile at the sight of her grandson, "All right, all right, today is the wedding day of our Cheche. Let that little episode pass, everyone, please take your seats, and let the newlyweds toast."

With just one sentence, she diverted the topic—given Hongying's embarrassing moment earlier, Old Madam Moh, who cared so much about face, didn't blame her at all, and didn't even mention it again, making everyone well aware of her protective attitude towards her kin.

In the previous life, when she embarrassed herself, Old Madam Moh became furious right away, scolding and punishing her severely.

It's clear just how successful Hongying had been in playing her part to win people's affection.

Compared to her, who only knew how to hover around Moh Shiche... she indeed felt inferior.

Luo Qiangwei withdrew her gaze from Old Madam Moh, subdued her eyes, and the corners of her lips curved slightly.

Moh Shiche turned his head just in time to see her hanging her cheeks, with a smile that seemed contemptuous and self-mocking, and his brows furrowed immediately.

From her smile, he somehow perceived... obscurity and sorrow.

In his knowledge of this woman whom he had always disliked, that smile didn't seem to fit Luo Qiangwei.

The man's voice lowered, "Luo Qiangwei,"

However, just as he finished calling her name, Luo Qiangwei suddenly lifted her face, with none of the earlier obscurity, her radiant smile linking her arm with his, "Husband, Grandma has spoken, let's go and toast, shall we?"

Husband?

Moh Shiche's dark pupils narrowed even more, but he did not say more at this moment, letting her lead him to toast.

Throughout the wedding banquet, Luo Qiangwei's performance could be called perfect—also related to Moh Shiche being by her side; after all, no one in Jiangcheng dared to easily provoke the Moh Family, and everyone offered their congratulations and well-wishes.

Even Old Madam Moh chatted merrily with guests, since the new granddaughter-in-law had not embarrassed her—regardless of her personal feelings, the day was indeed joyful.

After making a round of toasts, though it was red wine, Luo Qiangwei felt slightly tipsy, her steps wobbling, her lovely cheeks flushed, appearing extraordinarily seductive.

A few men couldn't help but stare at her, wanting to drink a few more glasses with her, and Luo Qiangwei also didn't refuse, smilingly pouring wine and cheering with them.

Then, the wine glass was taken from her by a grim-faced Moh Shiche behind her, who wrapped his arm around her and walked her to a quiet corridor in the back.

As soon as Moh Shiche let go of her, Luo Qiangwei staggered backward, leaning against the wall.

She was clearly drunk, let out a boozy burp, patted her chest, and lay there in a languid, half-drunk state.

Moh Shiche took a step toward her with his long legs, his presence cool and stern enveloping her, and he looked down, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Luo Qiangwei looked as though she had just noticed he was still there, frowning at him briefly.

Enjoying herself, of course.

Having been so fortunate to have the chance to live again, she ought to celebrate.

"Luo Qiangwei, I'm talking to you," Moh Shiche's long finger lifted her face to meet his eyes, "What exactly are you up to, planning to change your style, to play some new tricks?"

"Ah, so you've noticed," Luo Qiangwei, with her cheeks tinged with red, looked up at him with somewhat hazy eyes, "What, are you not used to it? Well then, okay,"

She stretched her slender arm to hook around his neck, her whole body seductively pressed against his chest, her voice lingering by his ear bone, "Let's get a divorce then, let's divorce tomorrow, from then on you go your way and I go mine—let's not bother each other again, how about that?"