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"Yes." Knowing what his father meant, Gong Jianuo replied indifferently with no expression on his face.

The wedding banquet had already started. Liu Beibei protected Gong Wan’er as she changed out of her wedding dress and changed into a set of bright red, long, cut qipao before returning to the wedding banquet once more.

"Darling, you look so beautiful today that I'm about to bend." Liu Beibei winked at Gong Wan’er, "Look at your husband's eyes, he can't wait to rip you apart and eat you!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Gong Wan’er raised his head to look at Mo Zhaoyun's burning gaze, and immediately retracted his gaze, as he looked at Liu Beibei with a rebuking gaze, saying that she was embarrassed and angry, but that shy little eyes still leaked out her thoughts.

Liu Beibei laughed meaningfully and did not say anything else. However, her "speaking without saying anything" expression was even more unsettling than what she said.

"Wife." Mo Zhaoyun walked forward and held onto Gong Wan’er's smooth and tender hands, and glanced at Liu Beibei indifferently. He lowered his head and whispered into her ear: "I had people change your wine, tomato juice, don't worry about getting drunk."

"What about you?" Gong Wan’er looked at Mo Zhaoyun worriedly. Many of the guests here today were his business friends and he would inevitably drink more.

Mo Zhaoyun slightly raised his brows, the corners of his mouth hooked up, and laughed with malicious intent, as he replied in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry, I won't miss a night like this!"

Gong Wan’er's little face immediately flushed red, she fiercely stared at Mo Zhaoyun, and shyly scolded: "You're so naughty!"

Liu Beibei looked at the bride and groom who had started whispering to each other in front of her, and I really couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't help but cough loudly, and her gaze wandered in all directions as she reminded her in a small voice, "It's time to toast the guests."

"Got it."

Mo Zhaoyun held Gong Wan’er's hand, the two of them holding onto a goblet as the bridesmaid and the groomsman followed closely behind. They were able to fend off a few cups of wine for the newlyweds.

Even though the two of them had been receiving their certificates for a long time, Gong Wan’er had never asked about matters related to the company, thus she did not know any of the business partners that had come today. With a faint smile, she accompanied Mo Zhaoyun as they toasted from table to table.

As they were changing tables, Liu Beibei sighed to Gong Wan’er in a low voice, "Your husband didn't invite everyone who had worked together before right? I'm familiar with all these names, but I didn't expect to be able to get to know everyone today."

"We're all in the business. Even if we don't cooperate now, it's inevitable that we won't cooperate in the future. Isn't everyone at the party going together, regardless of whether we know each other or not?" Gong Jiande was a businessman in the past, but Gong Wan’er was very calm towards these things. The shopping mall changed constantly, and it was not much different from the dynasties.

"Boss Mo." The man had a smile on his face and a shrewd look on his face. It was obvious that he was not a simple person.

Mo Zhaoyun's expression did not change, and he introduced the person to Gong Wan’er: "This is the Chen Family Enterprise's Boss Chen."

Gong Wan’er and Mo Zhaoyun had been together for a long time, and even if they did not say that they understood each other, it was still alright to judge from the tone of voice. This Boss Chen was clearly disliked by Mo Zhaoyun, thus, with a smile on his face, he lightly nodded, called "Boss Chen" and no longer spoke.

Chen Chen looked to be in his early thirties, and could be considered a talented person, but his expression was gloomy, making people unhappy, and he himself did not seem to notice the attitude of the people around him. He raised his wine cup and laughed, and looked at Gong Wan’er, and said meaningfully: "Mrs. Mo is blessed."

Gong Wan’er smiled faintly, showing good manners: "Thank you."

Mo Zhaoyun remained calm and collected, his body turning to face Chen Chen Chen's gaze. He raised his wine cup, and with a hint of sternness in his voice, he said: "It is my fortune to be able to marry such a good lady as me."

Chen Chen smiled but did not say anything, his gaze stopped at Mo Zhaoyun's body for a moment, then lightly touched the wine cup in his hand to Mo Zhaoyun's wine cup, indicating: "Then, I wish Boss Mo happiness."

"Thank you very much." Mo Zhaoyun remained as motionless as a mountain, as though he did not understand the meaning behind his words. He took a sip of the wine and said: "Excuse me."

With that, she grabbed Gong Wan’er's waist and turned to the next table.

Even if Gong Wan’er did not turn his head, he could clearly feel Chen Chen's gaze on her. It was extremely uncomfortable, as though something was staring at him.

"This Boss Chen has a grudge with you. I keep getting the feeling that his words are weird! " Gong Wan’er asked softly.

"It's a competitor. Our business and the Chen Corporation have many similarities." Mo Zhaoyun explained in a simple manner, paused for a bit, and then instructed: "He has a deep mindset, you don't have to bother with him in the future."

"Hmm, I know. Talking is always weird and not very pleasing." Gong Wan’er was far away, and could no longer feel that kind of gaze anymore. He heaved a sigh of relief, as his heart's feelings towards Chen Chen dropped to the lowest point.

Previously, when they were changing clothes, Gong Wan’er and Liu Beibei had already eaten some food in the room, so they were not very hungry now. After a while, Gong Wan’er finished half a cup of tomato juice, whereas Mo Zhaoyun was drunk a few cups by his friends, and drank quite a bit afterwards.

He had been walking the entire time, and had not even rested a single time. Although he was still smiling, his eyes had already become slightly tired, and with a pained heart, Mo Zhaoyun held her in his arms, and asked with a gentle voice: "I still need to interview some reporters later, can you still hold on?"

"It's fine, it's just that my feet hurt a little." Gong Wan’er had never stood for so long on high heels before, so his feet felt sore at the same time.

"Then lean on me." Mo Zhaoyun pinched Gong Wan’er's small hands, his expression warm.

"Yes."

The reporters had initially only planned to conduct interviews after the guests had left, but when Mo Zhaoyun saw the tiredness that could not be hidden on his face, he directly ordered Mo Zhi: "Schedule the reporters to do so first, not for too long."

After the interview, Gong Wan’er could also take a break after changing his clothes.

"Yes, Boss Mo."

Mo Zhi was today's best man, so he naturally followed Mo Zhaoyun from beginning to end.

"What will the reporters ask?" Gong Wan’er had never interacted with reporters before, so he was not confident this time.

Mo Zhaoyun lowered his head and kissed her forehead, comforting her gently: "It's alright, if you want to answer, just answer. If you don't want to answer … … if I'm still around, you don't need to see their faces."

"Yes." With Mo Zhaoyun here, Gong Wan’er was instantly filled with confidence, and the bit of unease in his heart had long since been thrown to the back of his mind.

Mo Zhi's movements were quick, and not long later, he came down to reply to Mo Zhaoyun. The reporters had all been arranged together, and only needed to go over now.

Mo Zhaoyun lowered his head to look at Gong Wan’er, and seeing his wife's imposing manner, he could not help but laugh, and said: "Let's go."

"Yes."

Mo Zhaoyun led Gong Wan’er and walked towards the reporters. Mo Zhi followed closely behind, but Liu Beibei's legs were also hurting greatly. He did not follow them and simply found a private room to rest in.

The reporters had already been greeted by Mo Zhi beforehand. Although they were very excited to be able to interview Mo Zhaoyun, they had to suppress the emotions in their hearts at this point. They looked calm on the surface, but they could only stare at the pair walking towards them.

Before the official interview, Mo Zhi reminded everyone: "Time is limited, please do not ask any boring questions."

"Alright, no problem."

"Don't worry Assistant Mo, we know the rules."

The reporters who were able to interview Mo Zhaoyun were all veterans who had worked in the industry for many years. Naturally, they understood the rules and would not offend the rules.

Mo Zhi did not say anything else, and nodded his head to signal the start of the competition.

"Boss Mo, may I ask how did you and your wife get to know each other?! It is said that you and your wife have been here for a long time.

"Mrs. Mo, may I ask …"

Although Mo Zhaoyun was not a celebrity and often only appeared in the financial pages of newspapers and magazines, he was still a domineering CEO who liked money and money. There were naturally many women who were infatuated with Mo Zhaoyun, and even if it was the financial pages, they still needed to be sold.

Although the reporter's eyes were burning hot, her questions were within Gong Wan’er's acceptable range, so she calmly stood beside Mo Zhaoyun with a faint smile on her lips, occasionally looking at each other, and even the bystanders could see that the two of them had a very good relationship.

"... I was so busy after we got the papers that I didn't have much time for the wedding, so I put it off until now. "

In the banquet, Gong Jianuo's gaze would occasionally fall on the distant reporters, and with a frown, he appeared to be in a daze. He did not even react when Gong Jiande gave him food.

"Cano, what's wrong?" Gong Jiande patted his son's shoulder and asked worriedly.

A hint of doubt surfaced on Gong Jianuo's cold little face. He shook his head slightly and replied, "Nothing." Pausing for a moment, the doubts in his heart could not be resolved, he suddenly stood up and said to Gong Jiande: "Father, I suddenly remembered to tell Big Sis something, I will go look for Big Sis first."

"What is it?" "Let's wait for your sister to come over before we continue our discussion. Those people over there are all reporters …" Gong Jiande pulled Gong Jianuo and advised softly.

"I have to ask my sister first. I will go and wait there. I won't disturb my sister." Gong Jianuo was very determined, he got rid of Gong Jiande's hand and quickly walked over.

"Ai, this child …"

Gong Jiande had originally held his son casually, and did not use much strength. It was very easy for Gong Jianuo to break away from him, and when he saw his son hurrying over, Gong Jiande had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, so he hurriedly stood up and followed him.

When Gong Jianuo got closer, he realized that he was right, that person was the person he saw in the bathroom before. It turned out that he was a reporter.

But why was he hiding a bottle in the bathroom?

"Mrs. Mo..."

When Gong Jianuo saw the reporter standing in the front row, he shouted and stuck his hand into his backpack and took out a bottle, throwing it fiercely at Gong Wan’er …