Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In a hurry, the old couple brought their precious grandson into the car that had been waiting outside the old mansion for a long time. A second before the car started, the little boy pressed down the car window and waved at Jiang Tingxu:
“Mom, Ningning will be back soon.”
“Okay, bye baby.”
“Bye, Mom.”
…
The car had already disappeared. Jiang Tingxu turned around to go back and coincidentally met Uncle Jin who was carrying a toolbox:
“Uncle Jin, what are you doing?”
“The old master’s favorite fishing rod is broken. I’m going to fix it first. If it really doesn’t work, I’ll have to replace it with a new one.”
Old Master Mo was especially known for being nostalgic. He often only used one fishing rod and that fishing rod had already been used for more than ten years.
“Grandpa is fishing in the backyard?”
“He was. Then, he went out to play chess with Old Master Cao.”
Jiang Tingxu did not ask any more questions. Uncle Jin was very busy.
A certain someone was in the study office. The old master, her parents-in-law, and even her son had gone out. Jiang Tingxu could not find anything to do at the moment. She could only sit in the living room, drink tea, and turn on the TV.
Jiang Tingxu did not know what news was being broadcast on the TV. She had already started scrolling on her phone.
On Weibo, although Shengshi Entertainment and the Mo Group had joined forces to suppress it, as well as the Weibo post that Mo Boyuan had personally posted.
However, there were still a few unkind and unreasonable comments that appeared. Basically, they were all Mo Boyuan’s die-hard fans.
Perhaps they really could not find a place to do it, so they started to spout nonsense.
For example: Why did she not dare to meet people? Was she ashamed of not being worthy of Movie King Mo?
Or: was she not the daughter of a servant? A woman could only dream to be able to get close to the Tycoon’s son, right?
Not long after, more and more people gathered below to crazily like and repost their comments. In an instant, that comment was actually trending.
And this time, everyone’s attention was placed on whether the Tycoon’s wife was the daughter of a servant or not? Who was she? What kind of ability did she have to successfully marry into the Mo Family?
Many people went to the Mo group’s officials to ask about it.
They really managed to get some information.
[F*ck, it’s first-hand information. It’s said that Tycoon’s son used to hate his wife the most. Everyone in the upper-class circle knows about it!]
[Are you serious?]
[Insiders revealed that Tycoon’s son rarely went home because he hated his wife. The Tycoon’s wife even came to his house a few times, but the tycoon’s son ignored her!]
[Then what is all this now? The Weibo post displaying their affection is still trending at the top!]
[F*ck, isn’t this very normal? What kind of family is the Mo Family? They must be able to maintain stability! Those who know about the wealthy families will naturally understand.]
When Jiang Tingxu finished reading the comments one by one and was about to continue reading the next trending article, her phone was suddenly taken away from her.
Hmm?
She looked up:
“What are you doing? Give me back my phone!”
The man appeared behind the woman at some point in time. After taking the phone away, he stuffed it directly into his pocket. His expression was not very good and he forcefully said,
“Don’t believe the nonsense on the Internet!”
Nonsense?
The corners of Jiang Tingxu’s mouth slowly curled up and her eyes were filled with happiness. However, there was a hint of mockery in that smile:
“They are not spouting nonsense!” She replied.
It was really the truth!
Mo Boyuan’s throat tightened. He pressed on the woman’s shoulders and his eyes dimmed before he said,
“What the Internet said is really not the truth!”
“Oh?”
He was lying blatantly?
Were those people on the Internet talking nonsense? As the person involved, would he not know the truth?
