After getting the marriage certificate, she was spoiled by her rich husband

On the other end of the phone, Mo Nanjin's voice was so loud that it made Mo Beiting's ears buzz.

Although separated by the phone, Mo Beiting could imagine his father's angry face.

"Xiao Chen is my brother, so what's wrong with me coming to the Leng family? I have taken care of all the important matters of the company, and those trivial matters can be left to the assistant to handle. You have only returned to the country for a few days, do you have to keep a close eye on my whereabouts all the time? I am not a three-year-old child anymore. I have my own freedom and privacy. You have no right to control what I do outside."

Mo Beiting held the phone tightly, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"How dare you speak to me like that?"

Mo Nanjin's words were filled with anger, and his voice became louder and louder: "Everything in the company is crucial, how can you rely on your assistant? If you are so irresponsible, the company will be ruined in your hands sooner or later! Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. Aren't you just going to see Fang Tingting? I'm too lazy to expose you. I tell you, no matter how many times you have been in love, or how many women you have loved, the person you can marry can only be Li Yaoxue, do you understand? Even if you don't like her, you must get married, no discussion."

"Dad, don't go too far." Mo Beiting looked at the cold full moon in the sky, his eyes full of anger: "For the benefit of the company, for the so-called equal status, can you so ruthlessly sacrifice my happiness? In your eyes, what am I? Just a tool to make money for you and profit for the family? I am also a person with flesh and blood and emotions. I won't get married if I say so. I will never let myself become a puppet without emotions."

Mo Beiting's voice, filled with intense grief and indignation, echoed in the silent night sky.

"Mo Beiting, have you grown too powerful and want to rebel? Think about it carefully, how much have I given for you since you were a child? Did I train you carefully just to let you disobey me like this?" Mo Nanjin was so angry that his face turned blue and he gasped heavily into the phone.

"I know you've done a lot for me, but your way makes me breathless." Mo Beiting's voice gradually became low, and tears flashed in his eyes: "You always use your own standards to demand me, and never ask what I really want. I work hard and try my best to prove myself, but in return you restrict my freedom and feelings."

"Stop complaining to me here." Mo Nanjin snorted coldly: "Everything I do is for this family, for the future of the family. You are not unaware of the benefits that the Li family can bring to us. Only by marrying Li Yaoxue can our family's business move to a higher level. As the heir of the Mo family, you should shoulder this responsibility."

"Responsibility? Isn't my happiness a responsibility?" Mo Beiting's voice was filled with despair and helplessness: "I have been trying to meet your expectations, but this time, I can't do it. If you insist on forcing me, just pretend that you have never given birth to a son like me."

Mo Beiting's words made Mo Nanjin so angry that he was speechless for a long time.

"Mo Beiting, are you planning to rebel?"

What followed was Mo Nanjin's furious roar.

Mo Beiting curled the corners of his mouth sarcastically and opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

He remained silent, slowly lowered his eyelids and looked at the ground.

The lonely shadow under the moonlight looked particularly desolate.

Thinking back to the various harsh measures Mo Nanjin had taken to train him over the years.

The brutal training, the endless accusations and the never-received affirmation were like sharp blades that pierced his heart time and time again.

At this moment, there was an indescribable pain on the cold face.

In his silence, Mo Nanjin hung up the phone angrily.

Mo Beiting put down his phone expressionlessly. He seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed in his chair.

His eyes were empty and lifeless as he stared into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just then, a slight sound came from behind.

Mo Beiting turned his head immediately.

I saw Fang Tingting standing quietly under the quiet moonlight, wearing a white dress, like a fairy in the moon.

The moment he saw Fang Tingting, the haze in Mo Beiting's heart was instantly swept away.

He stood up happily and strode towards Fang Tingting.

Fang Tingting watched him coming towards her, but subconsciously took a few steps back.

Unexpectedly, the man soon came in front of her, stretched out his hands and hugged her tightly.

Fang Tingting froze for a moment, with her hands hanging in the air.

Mo Beiting rested his head deeply on her shoulder, and lowered his voice very low: "Have pity on me, let me hold you for a while..."

Fang Tingting's face changed color slightly and she hesitated for a moment.

In the end, I didn't push him away and let him hold me.

She slowly raised her hands and gently patted his back.

The night was very quiet, and she heard almost all of the heated conversation between Mo Beiting and Mo Nanjin.

It can be seen that Mo Nanjin is a father with a strong desire for control.

Mo Beiting is almost thirty years old, but he is still treated so harshly and even aggressively.

She couldn't imagine the oppressive environment in which Mo Beiting grew up.

Behind those gorgeous halos, there are so many unknown pains and helplessness hidden.

"Your father... must really hope that you can marry Miss Li. After all, you and she are a perfect match, and you are a very suitable candidate."

Fang Tingting thought a lot in her mind, but still couldn't help but said something softly.

"I will not marry anyone else but you." Mo Beiting said this very firmly, and then he let go of Fang Tingting's hand and looked at the woman in front of him firmly: "As long as you are willing, we will go to get the marriage certificate tomorrow."

"Mo Beiting, are you serious?"

Fang Tingting's pair of clear eyes widened slightly under the clear moonlight, staring closely at the man in front of her.

"Of course!"

Mo Beiting's answer was firm and resounding, with his chin slightly raised, revealing a sense of stubbornness and determination.

"Marriage is a big deal, you can't be so impulsive. Besides, you are not young anymore, and you can't act impulsively just because of your father's decision."

Fang Tingting was silent for a long time, biting her lower lip lightly, and advised kindly.

He is 28 years old this year and should be more cautious about marriage.

In order to fight against his father, he got the marriage certificate in a fit of anger.

Won’t you regret it later?

"Do you think I'm too old?"

Fang Tingting obviously had good intentions, but the man didn't listen at all. He only heard that she was not young anymore.

His handsome face suddenly darkened, and a hint of hurt flashed in his eyes.