A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh's Cute and Sweet Wife Novel - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: We’re married

Before Shen Chengjing could reply, Moh Yanchen followed closely behind her and answered on her behalf.

“We’re married.”

At that moment, the people who were drinking tea and talking stopped in their tracks. They couldn’t believe their ears.

At the same time, a woman in her 60s wearing a dark red cheongsam came down from upstairs. When she heard what Moh Yanchen said, her foot missed a step and she almost fell.

“Grandma, be careful.” Moh Yanchen quickly stepped forward and supported her.

Lin Qinghui held Shen Chengjing’s hand with a little too much force. She lowered her head and looked at her stomach.

“Don’t tell me you have a baby? Was your plan to get on the bus first and then make up the ticket? This ticket is good… really good.”

She was right. Shen Chengjing was so embarrassed that she just wanted to find a hole to hide in.

“San Er, are you really married?” Grandma Ye Feng couldn’t believe it. She was so excited that she almost fainted. Moh Yanchen helped her sit on the pearwood chair at the side.

Butler Zhou brought her a cup of ginseng tea. She took a sip before she came back to her senses.

“Really?” The Old Master of the Moh Family, Moh Yan, asked again in a deep voice. His deep and sharp eyes swept over Shen Chengjing. He didn’t say anything, and his expression was calm.

“Yes.”

“Follow me upstairs.” Moh Yan stood up and walked to the second floor alone. Moh Yanchen turned to look at Shen Chengjing and gave her a reassuring look.

Shen Chengjing was forced to sit down. Lin Qinghui felt that she still hadn’t seen enough.

“My little grandson.” She stared at Shen Chengjing’s belly happily.

“Mother, we aren’t ready yet.”

Ye Feng, who was also sitting there drinking ginseng tea, beckoned Shen Chengjing, “Come, sit beside Grandma.”

“Yes, Grandma.” Shen Chengjing walked forward obediently and sat beside her.

The Moh Residence was much more lively than she had imagined. Unlike the Moh Family, the Shen family didn’t seem to have anything other than painful words and sarcasm every time she entered the house.

“Shen Chengjing? The daughter of the Shen Family?” Ye Feng seemed to be very interested in her. Although she was old, her mind was very clear. She had seen countless people and was naturally able to see through people’s hearts.

“More than ten years ago, my parents passed away. I am no longer the daughter of the Shen Family,” she replied softly. Although so many years had passed, she felt regretful every time she mentioned it.

The distant memories of her parents were always so unforgettable, pure, and beautiful.

“Shen? Could it be the Shen Family?” As soon as she replied, the man who was sitting quietly at the side sipping his tea asked that in a deep voice.

He was wearing a silver-gray suit. His face was as handsome as a knife carving, and his actions were gentle and refined. His voice was clear and pleasant to listen to. It was the exact opposite of Moh Yanchen’s aura.

“Yes.”

Shen Chengjing didn’t expect him to know. At this moment, she realized that this should be the legendary Moh Family.

“Shen Zhicai is…?”

“He’s my uncle,” she answered carefully, feeling very nervous.

Mo Yan had two sons. The eldest son was Moh Chenghuan, and the second son was Moh Chaiyong. Both of them had inherited his heroic spirit. Moh Yanchen was Moh Chenghuan’s son, and this person, Moh Sanmiao, was Moh Chaiyong’s son. Moh Chaiyong also had another daughter who was studying abroad.

Since Moh Sanmiao was older than Moh Yanchen, and Moh Yanchen had a big brother who died of an illness when he was young, Moh Yanchen was called San Er because he was ranked third.

“It seems that she really is the daughter of the Shen Family… the real daughter.” Moh Sanmiao said in a deep voice.

Shen Zhicai had inherited his brother’s family fortune, which was why he had his achievements today. However, no one knew that Shen Chengjing existed. It was really sad.

“It seems that she has some background.” Li Ruyan sat there and gently stroked her fingers. She lazily raised her eyes and looked at Shen Chengjing. “But she is far from matching our Moh Family.”

“I think she is pretty good.” No matter how Lin Qinghui looked at Shen Chengjing, she liked her.

Meanwhile, Shen Chengjing’s heart was beating fast. She could hear that these people did not like her very much. They didn’t even acknowledge her. Obviously, it was just a talk they had, but it still left her heart depressed.