Did Mo Hongti not know how to speak?
Yang Xiao didn't think so.
Her murderous intent gone, she coldly snorted, "Grandmother Sister, what kind of address is that? You're not allowed to call me that anymore."
Mo Hongti quickly nodded in agreement, "Okay, then I'll just call you Sister from now on."
"Nonsense! You can only call me Grandmother."
Yang Xiao was very angry, "Even if you want to call me Sister, you can do it in your heart."
Mo Hongti's cheeks twitched slightly.
This girl is indeed not bad.
Yang Xiao secretly praised Mo Hongti again before saying, "I came here this time to help Qianfan find a wife. Qianfan is my eldest grandson, and I must pay close attention to his marriage."
Mo Hongti listened quietly, washing her ears.
"Su Ziyu—"
After mentioning Su Ziyu, Yang Xiao nodded with satisfaction, "Her physique and appearance are both good. Especially her filial piety and her willingness to act alone, which suits my taste very well."
Hearing Yang Xiao praise Su Ziyu so highly, Mo Hongti's excitement did not diminish in the slightest.
Yang Xiao, who was keenly observing her from the corner of her eye, nodded again.
Yang Xiao deliberately praised Su Ziyu in front of Mo Hongti (actually speaking the truth) to see if she had any reactions of dissatisfaction or disappointment.
No matter which woman, after witnessing Li Qianfan's true strength, would naturally desire to become his lawfully wedded wife.
Mo Hongti did not think so.
Because she was well aware that as a woman who had been married several times, she had no right to compete with girls like Du Junlin for the position of the matriarch of Li Family Village.
Being recognized by Yang Xiao was already very good.
"Alas, it's a pity there's also Du Junlin. And that girl is also very much to my liking."
Yang Xiao sighed, looked up at the setting sun in the west, and changed the subject, "I heard that Qingyun also has someone named Dai Paipai? I want to meet her."
"Alright, I'll arrange it."
Mo Hongti agreed obediently and pointed to the car, "Grandmother Sister, I'll take you somewhere."
Yang Xiao's face darkened, "You child, calling me Sister again."
Mo Hongti's face turned pale, and she quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Grandmother. It's my fault. I couldn't control my mouth and said what was on my mind."
"Alas, young people these days."
Yang Xiao, looking speechless, muttered as she bent down to get into the car, "They just love speaking the truth."
The sun set in the west.
The lights of the city lit up.
On the 22nd floor of Victoria, in the CEO's office.
Dai Paipai, dressed in a black sleeveless long dress, was brought by Mo Hongti to Yang Xiao.
Dai Paipai was currently staying under Mo Hongti's roof.
When one of Mo Hongti's "Great-Aunt Grandmothers" came to Victoria, it was normal for Dai Paipai to pay her respects out of basic courtesy.
But Dai Paipai didn't understand.
Why did Mo Hongti ask her to dress as neatly as possible?
It was just a visit to an elder, not a blind date, why was it necessary to be so formal?
However, since Mo Hongti had said so, Dai Paipai would naturally comply.
"Great-Aunt Grandmother, this is Dai Paipai, CEO Dai, whom I told you about, and my best friend."
After entering the room, Mo Hongti bowed and said softly to Yang Xiao, who was standing by the window.
Yang Xiao, who had been looking at the night view outside the window, slowly turned around and looked at Dai Paipai.
"How can CEO Mo's Great-Aunt Grandmother be so young? She's dressed so retro, like a reclusive master from a TV show. And most importantly, she's so beautiful. But why is she looking at me so sharply?"
The moment Dai Paipai's eyes met Yang Xiao's, these thoughts arose in her mind.
However, she bowed respectfully, "Great-Aunt Grandmother, hello, I am Dai Paipai."
"You don't have to call me Grandmother."
After staring at her for a long time, Yang Xiao frowned slightly and said in a cool, indifferent tone.
Dai Paipai was immediately embarrassed.
Mo Hongti, standing beside her, lowered her head in silence.
Dai Paipai coughed dryly, "Then."
"Although I can't read physiognomy, I can tell that you are born with a seductive bone structure and are extremely repressed."
Yang Xiao interrupted her, "The key is, you might be the kind of woman who, even if violated by a scoundrel, would weep profusely while singing passionately. The best bedding, but also the source of trouble. No matter which man gets you, he will have to endure too much trouble to protect you. "
She paused.
Yang Xiao added, "You might even bring deadly disaster to your husband. To use terminology from the Xuanmen, you are fated to be a 'ke fu' (a woman whose husband is destined to die young)."
Dai Paipai's face instantly turned pale.
She already disliked Yang Xiao's blunt words about her being extremely repressed.
Why would Yang Xiao, a stranger she had just met, say such things about her?
But after Yang Xiao said she had a 'ke fu' fate, Dai Paipai's heart trembled.
After saying these words, Yang Xiao no longer paid attention to Dai Paipai.
She then instructed Mo Hongti to prepare a good guest room for her, as she wanted to bathe.
Mo Hongti quickly agreed and led Yang Xiao out.
Dai Paipai stood alone in the office, staring down at her toes, motionless for a long time.
But her pale cheeks gradually regained their rosy glow.
Her eyes flickered, and she whispered to herself, "If I'm fated to be a 'ke fu', doesn't that mean Wang Mingshuai won't live much longer?"
Her mood actually became better and better.
After dinner and bathing, Dai Paipai sat on the sofa, her long, fair legs resting on the coffee table.
She picked up her phone, humming "Plenty of Time Anyway," took a few photos with her phone, sent them, and then waited expectantly for a reply.
As she waited, Dai Paipai on the sofa slowly fell asleep.
Daybreak arrived.
Today—
For the Lan family in Tiandong, it was definitely a memorable and grand day!
The Lan family was going to have a strong alliance with the Murong family of Siji.
The Lan family, a local prominent family, was on the verge of expanding from Tiandong to the entire country!
The Bai family and Du family, also among Tiandong's three great families, were envious of this.
What they envied even more was the satisfaction of Miss Murong with this marriage.
The Murong family of Siji was a quasi-first-tier prominent family in Siji.
In terms of ability and strength, they were at least eight streets ahead of local prominent families.
Yet Miss Murong, as the legitimate eldest daughter of a quasi-first-tier prominent family in Siji, was completely giving herself away to Lan Yunhai.
Who wouldn't be envious and jealous?
After all, there were only so many resources, and as the Lan family became more powerful, the interests of other families would be harmed.
Someone would surely curse Lan Yunhai in secret that his bride would be snatched away on their wedding night!
Well.
At least Du Tianci, the young master of the Du family, before heading to Fengyun Manor, the wedding venue of the Lan family, specifically detoured to a certain temple and prayed devoutly to Buddha.
Coincidentally.
The abbot, who had no idea what he had wished for, said with a compassionate smile, "The Buddha says that Donor Du's wish will surely come true."
Du Tianci was immediately overjoyed and donated thirty thousand yuan on the spot, contributing his meager strength to the recasting of Buddha's golden body.
Fengyun Manor!
Fengyun Manor, which occupied almost an entire hillside, was adorned with red banners and colorful flags today.
From around ten o'clock in the morning, distinguished guests from all walks of life came to congratulate young master Lan and Ms. Murong on their happy wedding.
The reclusive Old Master Lan, looking radiant, changed into a bronze Tang suit and kept stroking his beard, personally greeting important guests at the main entrance.
The distinguished guests present today included not only local elites from Tiandong but also from provinces like Siji, Modu, and Tianbei.
Especially from Siji.
It was said that the Helan family, an old first-tier prominent family in Siji, would send someone to attend.
Of course.
The Helan family's attendance was out of consideration for the Murong family.
As the wedding was a traditional Chinese wedding, both the ceremony and the wedding banquet were held at dusk.
This would allow ample time for the Lan family's welcoming party to travel to Siji at their leisure.
Evening.
The setting sun was red!
Suddenly, firecrackers, fireworks, and celebratory music exploded on the open space in front of Fengyun Manor.
The procession, led by Lan Yunhai himself, who had gone to Siji to welcome the bride, had returned.
The guests who had been chatting and laughing in the hall quickly stepped out and stood at the entrance of the manor, looking up.
From afar—
A convoy of thirty luxury cars, lined up, was slowly approaching.
At the front of the convoy was a white RV, adorned with red banners and colorful flags.
This car was personally driven by Lan Yunhai.
Amidst the fanfare and music,
Du Tianci, standing in the crowd, looked at the white RV and quietly clasped his hands together.
He prayed devoutly, "Buddha, please bless Lan Yunhai's wife to be snatched away and slept with tonight!"