Xiu Yingying had been scheming for three whole years to marry Mr. Mog. At this moment, how could she be willing to give up?
She didn’t want to give up, and she couldn’t afford to give up!
What was the point of life if she couldn’t marry Mr. Mog?
Xiu Jiao sighed and held Xiu Yingying’s hand, saying, "Now that Qishen and Yangyang are already set in stone, you might as well stop obsessing over things that aren’t meant to be."
Though she did feel sorry for her niece Xiu Yingying, in this matter, she was powerless to help.
"Auntie!" Xiu Yingying continued, "Tell me, apart from being a little prettier, what does Ni Yang have that makes her worthy of Mr. Mog? Besides, I don’t think I look any less stunning than her! Please help me, Auntie. With your help, I’ll surely succeed with half the effort!"
From the very beginning, Xiu Yingying had never thought much of Ni Yang.
Ni Yang was just a small-time noodle vendor...
She, on the other hand, was born into a prestigious family, received the best education, could dance, play the cello, and even do tea ceremonies.
What could a countryside girl like Ni Yang possibly know?
What part of her could ever match up to Mr. Mog?
Xiu Jiao said helplessly, "Yingying, there’s nothing I can do to help you. You’ve seen it yourself—Qishen and Yangyang have a great relationship. They’re already married, so you should let go of these improper thoughts."
Honestly, Xiu Jiao also felt that Ni Yang wasn’t good enough for Mo Qishen.
Back when Mo Qishen was a useless nobody, it didn’t matter much.
But now Mo Qishen was Mr. Mog.
Mr. Mog’s wife deserved someone better.
Xiu Yingying said, "Being married doesn’t mean they can’t get divorced! Auntie, I’m your niece. If I marry Mr. Mog, you’ll also reap the benefits! Your status in the Mo Family will rise along with mine. Why let others take advantage of such an opportunity?"
Though remarriage didn’t have the best reputation nowadays, Xiu Yingying didn’t care.
She was willing to do anything as long as she could marry Mr. Mog.
Xiu Jiao felt a little tempted but remained hesitant, saying, "Yingying, there’s an old saying: ’It’s better to tear down a temple than ruin a marriage.’ You know I’m the type of person who never does anything against my conscience."
That was true.
Xiu Jiao had never done anything against her conscience.
"Thank you, Auntie!" Xiu Yingying exclaimed joyfully.
Xiu Jiao then said, "But for now, you still need to move out."
Xiu Yingying’s expression changed. "Why?"
Xiu Jiao replied, "Are you really that dense? Right now, Qishen isn’t living at home. Staying here or living outside makes no difference!"
Xiu Yingying frowned. "Even though he doesn’t live here anymore, this is still his home. He occasionally comes back to visit the old master and madam..."
Xiu Jiao smiled and said, "Isn’t that why I’m here? If he comes back, I’ll call you immediately. Communication is so convenient nowadays. When the time comes, you can just return then."
Xiu Yingying still felt a little disgruntled.
Xiu Jiao continued, "Yingying, don’t you think living directly at Qishen’s place would be better?"
"Auntie, do you have a way?" Xiu Yingying’s excitement was boundless.
If she could move directly to Mo Qishen’s place, it would undoubtedly be the best scenario!

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