Zhao Yu dragged Ni Yang downstairs for a big loop, even wanting to take her around the village to show off, but Ni Yang coldly rejected the idea.
As the wedding date drew closer, the Mo family matriarch was getting anxious.
"Old man, do you think the sixth one is reliable? Maybe you should go talk to Jingrong and see if she can secure Yang Ziyue's venue as a backup," she suggested.
The Mo family patriarch was also concerned and nodded, saying, "Alright, I'll go talk to her now."
The patriarch went to find Zhao Jingrong to discuss the matter.
Zhao Jingrong replied, "Grandpa, it's not that I don't want to help you, but the timing is just too tight—it's simply too late to make arrangements. I mentioned last time that I could help Uncle secure Yang Ziyue's venue, but you didn't seem to take it seriously back then. Why the sudden urgency now?"
It was obvious: Mo Qishen's pride was getting in the way. He couldn't secure a good hotel on his own, and now he was begging her shamelessly.
