Zhao Yu dragged Ni Yang downstairs for a big loop, even wanting to take her around the village to show off, but Ni Yang coldly rejected the idea.
As the wedding date drew closer, the Mo family matriarch was getting anxious.
"Old man, do you think the sixth one is reliable? Maybe you should go talk to Jingrong and see if she can secure Yang Ziyue’s venue as a backup," she suggested.
The Mo family patriarch was also concerned and nodded, saying, "Alright, I’ll go talk to her now."
The patriarch went to find Zhao Jingrong to discuss the matter.
Zhao Jingrong replied, "Grandpa, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but the timing is just too tight—it’s simply too late to make arrangements. I mentioned last time that I could help Uncle secure Yang Ziyue’s venue, but you didn’t seem to take it seriously back then. Why the sudden urgency now?"
It was obvious: Mo Qishen’s pride was getting in the way. He couldn’t secure a good hotel on his own, and now he was begging her shamelessly.
But suddenly, Zhao Jingrong didn’t feel like helping Mo Qishen anymore.
Wasn’t Mo Qishen supposed to be so capable?
Let him find the hotel himself!
The patriarch said, "I didn’t think it through enough last time. Jingrong, didn’t you say the manager at Yang Ziyue is your friend? Can’t you ask them for a favor?"
Zhao Jingrong replied, "It’s not about favors. Yes, the manager is my friend, but the timing is too rushed. Yang Ziyue is always in high demand—they don’t care about our family’s business."
The patriarch sighed deeply.
Zhao Jingrong continued, "If I’d known you wanted Yang Ziyue, I could’ve spoken to my friend earlier! Look at this situation now! But Grandpa, don’t worry, I think Uncle has his own ideas. Maybe he’s already found a hotel that’s even more upscale than Yang Ziyue!"
The only hotel fancier than Yang Ziyue was Shengdu Terrace.
Mo Qishen probably didn’t even qualify to step foot into Shengdu Terrace.
Zhao Jingrong’s words were tinged with ridicule.
She was glad she had decisively ended her engagement to Mo Qishen back then!
Otherwise, she’d be the one now stuck marrying a good-for-nothing!
The patriarch said nothing more. After realizing Zhao Jingrong wouldn’t help, he returned to his room. The moment he entered, the matriarch eagerly asked, "What did Jingrong say?"
The patriarch shook his head. "She said the timing is too rushed."
The matriarch frowned.
Meanwhile.
Zhao Jingrong brought her child for a visit to her parental home.
In one of the rooms, Zhao Jingrong chatted quietly with her mother.
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