In her previous life, after she was caught by Moh Shiche in bed with Yan Chu "stealing a moment of passion," she was scorned and cursed by everyone. Old Madam Moh even beat her and put her in the hospital, and only Ding Fanying took care of her day and night. But while she was out buying food for her, she was hit by a car and died…
Mom was always very good to her, always.
Ding Fanying was taken aback, then laughed with a hint of emotion, "Why are you suddenly getting sentimental, child? There's no need to be polite with Mom... The banquet is almost over and your honeymoon is about to start, so you better get ready."
Luo Qiangwei gently patted her back and smiled soothingly, "I know, Mom. You go home first with Uncle Chen's car. Don't worry, I'll handle the interpersonal relationships well."
After soothingly sending her mother off, Luo Qiangwei casually tossed the big red dress into the hotel wardrobe, with no intentions of taking it with her.
Anything given to Luo Hongying by Old Madam Moh, she felt disgusted even wearing.
As for the honeymoon, to hell with that, she had no wish to go!
She now had a lot more important things to do — first of all, to find Yan Chu.
At this time in her previous life, she hadn't yet met Ah Chu.
After getting ready, Luo Qiangwei, in her petal-long dress, stepped out. By this time, the banquet guests had mostly dispersed. She knew the Moh Family didn't think much of her and didn't bother to provoke them further, heading straight out of the hotel.
Suddenly, a familiar deep and magnetic male voice came from behind her, the tone cold and noble, "Luo Qiangwei, what are you doing?"
Luo Qiangwei stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, and lifted her lips into a smile, "Obviously, I'm preparing to leave. Is President Moh suddenly blind in broad daylight?"
Moh Shiche's handsome face was expressionless, "Going where?"
She still smiled, "Of course, to do what I want. Nowadays, marriage freedom is advocated, aren't you going to interfere with my life on the very first day of our marriage?"
"Your life?" The man's cold laugh was scornful, "How come I remember someone saying that she wanted to be tied to me every moment of her life, even in death she wanted to be buried with me?"
Luo Qiangwei's eyelid twitched, thinking that she wanted to slap herself for ever having said such a thing. She raised her eyebrows, "Oh, I might have said that, but you know, people are blind sometimes, aren't you just now?"
Moh Shiche laughed out of fury, "I never realized before how talkative you were."
She played with her slightly curled hair with her index finger, replying lazily, "Thanks for the compliment. There's a lot more you haven't discovered. I'm leaving."
However, before she could take a step, the man who had approached her grabbed her, Moh Shiche clutching her slender arm tightly, his voice extremely displeased, "Did I say you could go?"
"None of your business, let go of me!"
Luo Qiangwei frowned in disgust, pushing against the man at the door, when suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and then Old Madam Moh's urgent voice, "I've been looking for you for half a day, what are you doing here?"
Luo Qiangwei's flicker of anger in her eyes subsided, and she turned around with a smile, "Oh, it's Grandma. I was just talking with my husband... with Shiche. He insisted I kiss him right here, I're shy~"
Moh Shiche looked down coldly at the woman who had changed her face in an instant.
Luo Hongying, standing by Old Madam Moh's side, clenched her teeth tightly, her expression a mix of jealousy and restrained anger, yet she lowered her head pitifully as if heartbroken.
Tsk tsk, her cousin truly had first-rate acting skills.
Old Madam Moh was indeed successfully drawn to Luo Hongying's reaction, knowing how Luo Hongying felt about Moh Shiche, she affectionately patted her hand, "Is the plane ready? Can we leave immediately?"