Mo Tingjue stepped forward and blocked their path, his gaze finally settling on the hand Mo Tingyan had wrapped possessively around Wen Zhi's waist—
For the two years Wen Zhi had been with him, he had always believed she was a flower growing high on a cliff—pure, untouchable, not to be sullied.
She didn't like intimacy, so he had restrained himself, keeping everything proper and measured.
But now he finally understood—
It wasn't that Wen Zhi had too many rules.
It was that her rules were never meant to bend for him.
Catching the jealousy burning in Mo Tingjue's eyes, Mo Tingyan curled his lips into a smug smile and deliberately mocked him coldly.
"So the second young master of the Mo family really is a man of deep feelings," he drawled lazily.
"A woman you once slept with is about to get married, and you still show up to offer blessings. Tsk. What a broad mind."
Mo Tingjue shot him a furious glare, but the memory of being pinned to the ground and beaten half to death flashed through his mind. In the end, he didn't dare touch Mo Tingyan.
Instead, he turned toward Wen Zhi, his voice heavy and restrained.
"Xiao Zhi… why did you bring him here?"
Wen Zhi couldn't be bothered to waste another word on him. She grabbed Mo Tingyan's arm and tried to leave.
But Mo Tingjue stubbornly stepped in front of her again, his face dark with resentment.
"He's just an illegitimate child of the Mo family! He has no right to represent the Mo family at the Jin family's wedding banquet. Why would you bring him here?"
He had thought that coming today would finally give him a chance to talk to Wen Zhi alone.
He never expected—
Mo Tingyan wasn't angry at all. In fact, he was secretly delighted.
Because his little tigress was already furious.
And he loved nothing more than seeing Wen Zhi stand up for him.
Unaware of Mo Tingyan's little schemes, Wen Zhi naturally clasped his hand and snapped at Mo Tingjue coldly.
"Represent your Mo family? Do you really think the Mo family is something special? Some kind of royal bloodline? An untouchable aristocracy?"
"Stop flattering yourself."
"I'll tell you exactly why I brought him here—because he is Wen Zhi's lawful husband."
The words struck like thunder.
Mo Tingjue froze on the spot.
Staring at Mo Tingyan's triumphant smile, his voice began to tremble.
"That's impossible! Xiao Zhi, you're lying. You're just saying this to provoke me, aren't you?"
As he spoke, he reached out to grab Wen Zhi's other hand, desperate to prove that she was only speaking in anger.
But Wen Zhi swiftly pulled her hand behind her back, dodging his touch. Her voice was icy.
"Provoke you? I don't have that much free time."
"If you don't believe it, go check it yourself."
With that, she hooked her arm around Mo Tingyan's and walked straight into the villa without looking back.
She had kept the marriage hidden before because the Mo family had power, and she didn't want them targeting Mo Tingyan.
But now they had gone so far as to drag his mother out and torment her.
So why should she keep enduring them?
If it came down to it, she'd tear everything apart.
After all, she and Mo Tingyan had nothing to lose—barefoot people aren't afraid of those wearing shoes.
Mo Tingjue stood there in humiliation, fists clenched tightly.
After a long while, he finally steadied himself, turned, and strode away.
He didn't believe it.
He was going to investigate this himself.
Mo Tingyan accompanied Wen Zhi into the living room.
Aside from a few of Jin Guolun's old friends, the guests were mostly executives from small companies.
At that moment, Wen Xue was leaning obediently against Jin Guolun's chest, clearly already adapted to her new identity—a gentle, compliant little wife.
When she saw Mo Tingyan and Wen Zhi walk in together, perfectly matched and radiant, a flicker of jealousy flashed deep in her eyes—subtle, yet unmistakable.
After all, what young woman wouldn't want to marry a man like that?
She suppressed her jealousy with great effort and whispered something softly to Jin Guolun.
Jin Guolun lifted his gaze toward the entrance, said a few words to his friends, then brought Wen Xue over to greet the couple.
"Welcome, both of you."
Wen Zhi smiled brightly and nodded politely.
"Uncle Jin—oh no, I should call you brother-in-law now. Congratulations. You've truly won the heart of such a beauty—my dear stepsister."
She then turned to Wen Xue with a sweet yet cutting smile.
"And congratulations to you as well, sister. Your wish has finally come true—marrying into a wealthy family. I hope you and President Jin will live in harmony, deeply in love, and may you have twins within three years."
Wen Xue's eyes reddened instantly.
She stared fiercely at Wen Zhi, hearing nothing but mockery in every word.
She nearly lost control of the urge to strangle her.
But Wen Zhi couldn't care less.
Jin Guolun smiled and nodded at Wen Zhi.
He had met her three times, and each time she had shown him a completely different side.
The first time, she was stubborn and unyielding, willing to die rather than bow for money.
The second time, she was calm and strategic—intelligent, poised, and formidable at the negotiation table.
This time—
It was the first time he had seen her smile so openly, so dazzlingly.
Standing beside her, Wen Xue was rendered utterly colorless.
If he had married Wen Zhi instead, even if she demanded a wedding fit for an empress, he would have silenced all opposition to make her the brightest bride in the world.
Unfortunately—
His gaze shifted to Mo Tingyan's face.
This woman was blind.
She had rejected a wealthy man like him, only to choose a pretty-faced nobody.
"Mr. Mo, is it?" Jin Guolun said coolly. "We meet again."
Mo Tingyan greeted him with perfect composure and shook his hand.
"Last time, there was a small misunderstanding that made things unpleasant. I hope President Jin won't take it to heart."
Jin Guolun recalled being beaten black and blue by Mo Tingyan's people and felt a surge of irritation—but his smile remained polite.
"If it was just a misunderstanding, then naturally I won't dwell on it."
You'll regret it soon enough.
The so-called wedding banquet consisted of just two tables—one for the Jin and Wen families, and one for Jin Guolun's friends.
During the meal, Mo Tingyan was exceptionally attentive.
In front of everyone, he kept piling food into Wen Zhi's bowl until it formed a small mountain.
"Eat more, my precious treasure," he said deliberately.
"You're beautiful no matter what. Even if you gain weight, you'll still be the most stunning woman in the world."
Wen Zhi: "..."
Public displays of affection were one thing—but this was excessive.
She casually picked up a piece of meat and placed it into Mo Tingyan's bowl.
"I've had enough. You eat more too."
"Alright. Listening to my wife is never wrong."
Seeing his shamelessly smooth expression, Wen Zhi couldn't help but laugh softly. She lowered her head and ate the food he had given her.
Across from them, Jin Guolun watched her radiant smile, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
If Wen Zhi hadn't been so short-sighted, the person she should be serving today would be him.
He shifted his gaze, deliberately set down his wine glass, and looked at Mo Tingyan.
"I heard from President Wen that Mr. Mo currently works as a pilot at an airline?"
Mo Tingyan smiled calmly.
"What? Is President Jin interested in flying planes?"
"At your age… I'm afraid it might be too late."
Jin Guolun, a man seasoned by the business world, showed no irritation at all. He merely spoke with an air of arrogance.
"With my current wealth and status, there's no need to learn such useless skills."
"But Mr. Mo, you're not young anymore either. You can't possibly fly planes for the rest of your life. Xiao Wen following you—she's bound to suffer."
"Jiang Aviation belongs to the Mingguang Group now, doesn't it? Coincidentally, I know a few people there…"
He paused deliberately, leaving the implication hanging in the air—
Waiting for Mo Tingyan to beg him for a promotion.