Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 1281

Chapter 1281: 313: Boss exposed_4

At these words, there was a sharp intake of breath among the crowd walking by.

So the venue was privately booked…

They didn’t even qualify to host a banquet here, yet Mo Qishen had booked the entire place. Just how extravagant was this?

But then again, considering it was all arranged by Mr. Mog, it suddenly seemed reasonable.

Entering the main wedding venue.

The grand hall was enormous, and it was already filled with numerous guests.

“Isn’t that the big shot from F Country?”

“Oh my goodness, that’s the second-in-command from M Country!”

“That’s the leader of the Desert Country!”

“…”

These were figures who usually only appeared in international news headlines—why were they here at Mo Qishen’s wedding?

Old Master Mo froze, stammering, “Did w-we come to the wrong place?”

Old Madam Mo was stunned as well.

Mo Baichuan frowned.

Something felt off—everything seemed wrong. He hadn’t pieced it together earlier while in the car.

Zhao Jingrong smiled and said, “Morris and Marcus said there was no problem, so there shouldn’t be one. Maybe Sixth Uncle and Mr. Mog are close friends. Grandpa, Grandma, you needn’t worry.”

They weren’t just friends—they were uncle and nephew.

If Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo knew the truth, they would surely be shocked beyond belief!

Come to think of it, Mo Baichuan had truly been remarkably good to his Sixth Uncle, Mo Qishen. Even at his own wedding, Mo Qishen hadn’t invited such distinguished guests, yet for Mo Qishen’s wedding, Mo Baichuan had gone to such great lengths.

Clearly, Mo Baichuan valued his uncle immensely!

Xiu Jiao muttered in disbelief, “I never imagined that Sixth Uncle—who always seemed so unreliable—would secretly know Mr. Mog.”

Zhao Jingrong simply smiled without responding.

Who knows what Xiu Jiao’s expression would be if she learned her biological son was Mr. Mog?

To be honest, Mo Baichuan was quite composed; while everyone else was discussing Mr. Mog, he remained utterly indifferent, as though the matter had nothing to do with him.

As expected of Mr. Mog.

Xiu Yingying frowned.

Mr. Mog and Mo Qishen were close friends?

Had she misjudged the situation all along?

The one connected to Mr. Mog wasn’t Mo Baichuan, which was why Mo Baichuan had repeatedly denied knowing him?

Oh God!

What now?

She had openly and subtly antagonized Mo Qishen several times in the past…

Would Mo Qishen go complain about her to Mr. Mog and badmouth her?

Xiu Yingying’s expression turned grim. She had to quickly find Mr. Mog, charm him into submission, and ensure Mo Qishen had no chance to spread gossip!

Xiu Yingying scanned the hall, searching for Mr. Mog, but apart from those present, the other guests were all foreigners.

Mr. Mog was a native Chinese, so it seemed he wasn’t here.

Unable to locate Mr. Mog, Xiu Yingying grew anxious. Noticing Marcus nearby, she quickly tidied her hair and makeup before approaching him. “Hello.”

“Ceremony complete!”

Complete?

The ceremony was already complete?

Mo Baichuan’s brows furrowed slightly—did Ni Yang really have to go this far just to spite him?

She had actually married Mo Qishen!

What was going on here?

Why hadn’t Ni Yang fled the wedding?

Was Ni Yang truly willing to marry Mo Qishen?

Mo Baichuan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Could he have been wrong?

That he had married Zhao Jingrong out of spite, while Ni Yang had wholeheartedly agreed to marry Mo Qishen?

After bowing to the heavens, Mo Qishen and Ni Yang approached the guests to offer toasts.

Mo Qishen then brought several distinguished figures to the main table to introduce them to Old Madam Mo and Old Master Mo.

“Mom, Dad, this is Mr. Adrian from F Country. This is Mr. Ryan from M Country…”

These were major international figures—Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo excitedly rose from their seats.

The other guests at the table appeared puzzled.

Why hadn’t Mr. Mog shown up yet?

And why was Mo Qishen so familiar with these influential figures?

“You’d better sit down, elders. According to your Chinese customs, we are juniors, and you are seniors. Juniors toasting seniors means the seniors must remain seated, isn’t that correct, Mr. Mog?”