Chapter 1162: 292: Mr. Mog's Heir_6
Chapter 1162: 292: Mr. Mog’s Heir_6
“Got a scar?” Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.
Mo Qishen said, “To be precise, it’s a disfigurement! So, you must take responsibility for me! You can’t just love me and leave me!”
What is the boss most afraid of now?
His biggest fear is that Ni Yang might suddenly stop liking him.
“Really?” Ni Yang raised her eyebrows slightly.
“Don’t believe me? See for yourself.” Mo Qishen unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his delicate collarbone, on which there indeed was a row of light bite marks.
Ni Yang hadn’t expected that there really was a scar, and immediately nodded repeatedly, “Okay, okay, I promise not to change my mind, I’ll always take responsibility for you.”
“Really?” Mo Qishen extended his hand, embraced Ni Yang’s waist and pulled her into his arms, asking in a muffled voice.
“Not really.” Ni Yang teased him on purpose.
“No, I have to bite back, disfigure you, and make you unable to leave me too.”
The two of them caused a ruckus in the room, but in the end, Mo Qishen couldn’t bring himself to really bite, only leaving a red plum blossom on Ni Yang’s collarbone at the same spot.
On the sixth day of the first lunar month, Ni Yang took Zhao Yu to the Mo Family to pay a New Year visit.
Zhao Yu’s sweet talk greatly pleased Old Madam Mo, and of course, she managed to charm her way into getting quite a bit of candy.
Eating candy was her only pleasure now, and if it wasn’t for Ni Yang’s strict prohibition, she would have loved to eat candy for all three meals a day.
Today, Baichuan and Zhao Jingrong were also at home.
Seeing Ni Yang still as affectionate as ever with Mo Qishen, Baichuan felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
He didn’t understand why.
Could it be…
He had been wrong from the start?
Ni Yang never really liked him?
But if Ni Yang didn’t like him, why would she tease him and chase him all the way to Beijing?
Zhao Jingrong noticed Baichuan’s distraction and narrowed her eyes slightly.
During the meal, Baichuan kept serving dishes to Zhao Jingrong.
He wanted to see if Ni Yang would be provoked.
But Ni Yang seemed to have no particular reaction.
Baichuan was not willing to give up so easily, and turned to serve Zhao Jingrong a piece of Braised Pork.
Just as the Braised Pork was placed in Baichuan’s bowl, she covered her mouth and started gagging; her face turned pale.
“What’s the matter?” Old Madam Mo stood up, concerned.
Lin Pingping glanced at Zhao Jingrong and hinted subtly: “Jingrong, could it be that you are…?”
Old Madam Mo was confused for a moment, not quite catching on, “Pregnant? What’s pregnant?”
Lin Pingping smiled and said, “Oh auntie, it means you are about to be promoted to great-grandmother.”
Old Madam Mo looked at Zhao Jingrong with a surprised face, “Jingrong, is what Pingping said true?”
Zhao Jingrong nodded shyly with a blush on her face.
Yes, she was pregnant.
The child inside her was Mr. Mog’s only heir.
She believed that once the child was born, Baichuan would tell her everything.
Soon.
Zhao Jingrong gently touched her flat belly, which was still flat now, but in ten months, a new life would arrive.
“That’s great, truly wonderful!” Being promoted to great-grandmother, Old Madam Mo was of course delighted.
Not only Old Madam Mo, but the entire Mo Family became filled with joyous atmosphere.
Baichuan glanced at Ni Yang from the corner of his eye.
Ni Yang’s face still did not show the expression he wanted to see.
Could it be that Zhao Jingrong’s pregnancy had no impact on Ni Yang at all?
“Baichuan, you are about to be a father, are you happy?” Zhao Jingrong turned her head to look at Baichuan.