Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

She fell in love with him.

For him, she became pregnant when she was still a student.

For him, she endured all kinds of gossip, gossip that could almost kill her.

For him, she would rather give up the college entrance examination she had been looking forward to, and give birth to that child in October.

Even if...

She gave birth to a stillborn baby.

When she was alone in the delivery room, he didn't come back.

He never came back.

A figure floated in her mind, vaguely, and there was a large white mist in front of her.

Qiao Zhinuan wanted to clear the fog and see the man's face clearly.

"Well……"

Suddenly, there was a sudden pain, and Qiao Zhinuan felt that she had a terrible headache. There seemed to be a line of pain between her two temples, which made her roll on the bed in pain.

Mo Siting cautiously opened the door, and saw Qiao Zhinuan who had already sat up straight.

"Did I wake you up?"

Qiao Zhinuan pressed her temple, moaning in pain.

Mo Siting's face tightened, and he quickly walked over to hold Qiao Zhinuan's shoulder, "Qiao Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

In Qiao Zhinuan's mind, there was also someone calling her: "Qiao Qiao... Qiao Qiao..."

Mo Siting hugged Qiao Zhinuan in his arms, pulled down her hand that was pressing her temple, and gently pressed her fingers on her temple, "Qiao Qiao, it's okay."

Listening to Mo Siting's voice, Qiao Zhinuan's eyes finally gradually regained clarity.

Mo Siting put his arms around her and let her lean on his shoulder, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Qiao Zhinuan looked up at Mo Siting.

The man in front of him had just showered, and there was still moisture on the tips of his hair. His resolute and stern face was softened by the moisture.

Qiao Zhinuan shook her head.

Mo Siting hugged her even tighter, "I will come back sooner, and try not to eat out again."

"No."

Qiao Zhinuan squeezed Mo Siting's hand tightly.

Her hands were cold, but Mo Si Ting's hands were warm, very warm, and his big palms wrapped her hands.

She didn't know how to talk to Mo Siting.

All men have self-respect, especially a man of Mo Si Ting's status, he is superior.

But she also knew that as a couple, they would hold a wedding soon and become husband and wife.

There must be honesty between the two of you.

Her past, even if it's a black history, Mo Siting has the right to know.

"Jojo?"

Mo Siting noticed that Qiao Zhinuan's eyes were a little straight, and his eyes drifted away, shaking his hands in front of her eyes.

Qiao Zhinuan came back to her senses suddenly, "It's okay, I'm a little thirsty."

"I'll go get you some water."

Mo Siting put a cushion behind Qiao Zhinuan, turned around and poured a cup of warm water for Qiao Zhinuan, and handed it to Qiao Zhinuan's lips.

Qiao Zhinuan hugged the water glass and drank the water slowly.

Mo Siting lowered his eyes, his gentle eyes fell on her face.

Qiao Zhinuan's eyes were a little blurred.

Facing Mo Siting who treated him so tenderly, she...has a hard time opening her mouth.

Mo Siting took the water glass, put it on the bedside table next to him, and got into bed, hugged Qiao Zhinuan, and turned off the wall lamp by the bed, "It's all right."

Qiao Zhinuan is greedy for the warmth of this moment.

What Mo Siting brought her was a kind of warmth rising from the bottom of her heart, enough light for her to illuminate the way forward in the darkness.

She had never hated her weakness so much as now.

She should have said it.

But she dare not.

This warmth lingered on her fingertips, and she didn't want this happiness to go away easily.

Qiao Zhinuan took a long time to fall asleep.

In the darkness, Mo Siting's eyes opened suddenly.

He cared about Qiao Zhinuan very much, and he would feel the slightest difference in her.

Mo Siting picked up his phone and sent a message.

[Look up who Miss Qiao met today. 】

Soon, the other party replied with a message.

In the dark, Mo Siting looked at the words lit up on the phone screen.

Today Qiao Zhinuan went back to school to organize things, accompanied by Wang Ziqi.

Mo Siting was not worried about what Wang Ziqi would say, his eyes were focused on three words: Song Lingxue.

…………

Song Lingxue didn't expect that Mo Siting would call her personally, which flattered her.

"Brother Mo, call me, I really..."

Mo Siting frowned, and interrupted Song Lingxue's approach in a cold voice, "What did you ask Qiao Zhinuan for yesterday?"

Song Lingxue's originally elated expression suddenly collapsed.

I thought it was Mo Siting who finally changed his mind about him, but it was still Qiao Zhinuan!

Song Lingxue originally wanted to give the evidence in her hand to Mo Siting, but on second thought, it was so easy to give it to Mo Siting, in case Mo Siting really liked Qiao Zhinuan so much, What should I do if I am willing to put up with Qiao Zhinuan, a broken shoe who has given birth to a child?
Didn't she plan another one in vain?

Moreover, it was possible that Mo Siting would target her again, thinking that she was the one who tripped Qiao Zhinuan in private.

However, hearing what Mo Siting said now, Qiao Zhinuan must have not had time to say it.

In this case……

An idea came to Song Lingxue's mind, "Brother Mo, I can't say a word or two clearly on the phone, can we talk in person?"

"If you can't say one or two sentences on the phone, then three or four sentences."

Mo Siting's flame for Song Lingxue was definitely strangled in the bud.

Song Lingxue gritted her teeth, "Brother Mo, I couldn't explain it clearly on the phone anyway. This matter is about Ms. Qiao. Brother Mo, since you care about Ms. Qiao, why don't you want to see me?"

Mo Siting sneered, "Song Lingxue, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, if you can't explain clearly on the phone, I'll let Lu Bei go over, tell Lu Bei these things, and Lu Bei will tell me. "

"Brother Mo!"

Song Lingxue became anxious, "Brother Mo definitely doesn't want a third person to know about such a thing!"

Mo Siting narrowed his eyes dangerously.

He had an intuition that this matter was wrong, and Song Lingxue must have got something to do with it.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Okay, come to my office."

"Brother Mo, I sprained my ankle and can't go out for a walk," Song Lingxue said deliberately, "Come to my house, I'll wait for you at my house."

After Song Lingxue finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

She withdrew her hand from the servant who was kneeling in front of her doing the manicure, and looked at the very beautiful fingers.

She threw out such a big bait, but she didn't know if Mo Siting would come over.

After all, she is still not sure how important Qiao Zhinuan is in Mo Siting's heart.

"Go down."

Song Lingxue let the maid go down.

Regardless of whether Mo Siting came or not, she still had to dress up and make arrangements. If Mo Siting came, she would always use her best side to face him.

Song Lingxue made two phone calls and made arrangements, and the maid has come up to report.

"Miss, President Mo is here."

Sure enough.

Song Lingxue opened the curtains, and she saw that low-key luxury car slowly approaching, and the little joy of seeing Mo Siting was also annihilated by crazy jealousy.

Mo Siting actually came.

He actually cared about Qiao Zhinuan so much.

Song Lingxue's fingernails dug into the flesh of her palm.

The servant behind him was still waiting for Song Lingxue's order.

"Go and invite President Mo up."

The servants were surprised when they heard this, "But, miss, this is your bedroom..."

Song Lingxue snorted coldly, "I have the final say or you have the final say?"

The servant immediately didn't dare to speak, and retreated obediently.

Mo Siting walked into Song's house.

This wasn't the first time he came to the Song's house. He had been to the Song's house when he was young. At that time, Song Lingxue was just a pink girl, and he even hugged her.

But at that time, how could he have imagined that with the passage of time, that lovely girl would become such a scheming woman.

The servant made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Mo, please go upstairs."

Mo Siting squinted his narrow eyes and glanced up the stairs.

The stairs are carpeted and continue up to the top of the stairs.

"Miss Song is upstairs. What's the matter?"

The maid did not dare to answer.

When she came down just now, she saw their young lady picking out the most beautiful silk nightgown. She made it clear that she wanted to wear it more coquettishly, and asked her to invite Boss Mo upstairs, which meant nothing. But is it a metaphor?

Mo Siting curled his lips up coldly, turned around and sat on the sofa, narrowed his eyes, "Go and tell your lady, I'll wait for her in the living room."

The maid still wanted to say something, but the oppressive force on this man was too strong, she hesitated for a long time, but couldn't open her mouth.

When Song Lingxue upstairs heard this, she was also a little dazed with anger.

She knew that Mo Siting would not come up so easily.

She simply put on a long knitted coat over her silk nightdress and went downstairs.

Walking down the stairs, she saw a man sitting on the sofa.

The man's legs were crossed, his wrists rested on the armrest of the sofa, and he was nodding softly. A white shirt cuff was exposed outside the black suit.

This man is really the best in the world!

Song Lingxue thought to herself, no matter what method she uses, she will take Qiao Zhinuan and Mo Siting apart!

Even if she can't be with Mo Siting, a dirty woman like Qiao Zhinuan is absolutely not worthy of Mo Siting!
Song Lingxue raised her voice: "Just let my brother Mo sit here? Hurry up and serve tea."

The maid hastily bent down and went to the kitchen to serve tea and water.

There was a sneering smile on the corner of Mo Siting's mouth, "Don't use such nonsense, what do you want to say, you might as well just say it."

Song Lingxue lowered her eyebrows, "Brother Mo, you haven't been to my house for a long time, why don't you come and talk with me, I..."

Mo Siting frowned, and he suddenly leaned over to approach Song Lingxue.

Song Lingxue's next words were all stuck in the shell.

Looking at this face, she suddenly felt it was difficult to breathe, the oppressive feeling on Mo Siting's body was too strong.