Why hadn't anyone told her this
Tong Xiyao didn't know when Qing Muchen knew about this. She felt like the whole world had kept her in the dark.
Her fingertips rubbed her temples again and again, and her nerves ached violently.
There were only a few minutes left before the wedding ceremony, and she didn't have time to ask too many questions. She put the matter aside for the time being and walked towards Mo Xi'er with Qing Yafeng.
"It'll be good when you're back!" Tong Xiyao came to her in a few steps, opened his arms and hugged her gently.
The Mo family's special plane landed immediately after Qing Muchen's plane, with a difference of less than one minute.
Father Mo walked out of the plane and went straight to Mo Xi'er. He raised his arms towards her and said, "Let's go in!"
Mo Xier stared at his arm quietly for a few seconds, hesitated, and put her hand lightly on his arm.
Her movements were hesitant, but she didn't flinch.
A long flower path spreads along the entrance of the venue and extends to the innermost part of the church.
Mo Xier followed Father Mo on the flower path, walking very slowly.
There were many people at the wedding today, including all the famous families in City C, celebrities from the upper class at home and abroad, black ones, and even princes and nobles from various countries.
The Qing family and the Mo family are equally powerful. One dominates Asia and the other dominates Europe. When the two families are combined, their sphere of influence covers almost half of the earth.
Qing Muchen simply went into the dressing room and changed into a suit, and then walked out.
His outfit was calm black and white, and he did not choose any popular colors. Just like the original choice of wedding venue, he followed the traditional route.
He is obviously not a traditional person at first glance, but when it comes to weddings, he is surprisingly conservative.
Mo Xier was surprised to see him like this, and almost looked at him differently.
Qing Muchen stood at another section of the flower path, his suit straight and his back straight.
He was staring at her. There were so many guests present, and his eyes on her were so unscrupulous that they seemed to be able to penetrate her thin clothes.
Xixi held Mo's father's arm and walked towards him calmly, looking into his eyes. She looked at him with a calm gaze, so calm that in Qing Muchen's eyes, there seemed to be a hint of provocation.
Qing Muchen raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by this discovery.
Mo Xi'er was still walking towards him. She was very beautiful today. She had not been retouched much, but she seemed to be shining, attracting countless gazes wherever she passed.
Today, she is the well-deserved focus of the audience.
Qing Muchen took two steps forward. When she was about to get closer, he pulled her over with his long arm, took her hand and placed it on his arm. He took her to the priest's office.
The wedding part after the red carpet should be the couple's vows.
The pastor's voice was solemn and solemn, "Mr. Qing Muchen, are you willing to marry Miss Mo Xi'er, and from now on, you will love and protect her, no matter in good times or in bad times, rich or poor, in health or sickness, in happiness or sorrow?" Will you always love her, cherish her, and be faithful to her forever?"
A very traditional vow, a vow you may hear in every wedding.
In the eyes of all the guests present, Qing Muchen and Mo Xier had no contact.
But, to everyone's surprise, he answered very simply.
"I do!" Three words, simple, straightforward and clear.