Chapter 227: Finale (3)
Everyone had been confused as to who the father of Qiao Moyu’s child was. They wondered if the child even had to do with Qiao Moyu or that someone was purposefully slandering her.
But Ye Peicheng admitted that the child was his and Qiao Moyu’s!
As a man, since he admitted, it must be true. After all, considering Ye Peicheng’s status, there was no way he would’ve admitted to being a father to a child who wasn’t his!
On stage, Ye Peicheng glanced at everyone and indicated for them to be quiet. He held Qiao Moyu’s hands and said, “I had been with Moyu since three years ago. Because of some reasons, we separated later on. I am very thankful that she secretly raised our son regardless. I am also very lucky that I finally have her back now! We are married!”
The two screens on stage displayed his and Qiao Moyu’s wedding pictures moments after his words.
The wedding pictures were displayed as a slideshow. The last two pictures were just family pictures of the three of them. However, it only showed a rear view of Luo Luo.
Right now, although everyone was flabbergasted, they all understood. Qiao Moyu was always with Ye Peicheng! The rumors attacking Qiao Moyu online were just fake!
Therefore, Weibo had sunk into explosions of comments again. How could the internet water armies that Qiao Rouhuan bought be a match against Ye Peicheng’s fans?
The hot search immediately was taken over by “Ye Peicheng and Qiao Moyu were married”, “Ye Peicheng and Qiao Moyu’s son”, and topics like such. The comments section of Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng’s Weibo were completely out of control!
Although there were many of Ye Peicheng’s fans who couldn’t accept Qiao Moyu, when they saw Ye Peicheng revealing himself to the media for her, these fans switched sides.
“Wahh, it’s so touching! Brother Peicheng, you have to come visit us often!”
“Idol, although you’re someone else’s husband, I will always love you!”
“Idol, from now on, we are loyal fans to Moyu! We will love and take care of her as well. You don’t need to worry!”
“Sister Moyu, I want to see my idol’s pictures and your wedding pictures. Can you send some?”
“Hahah, I am the ultimate fan of Chenyu couple! I love being fed dog food! Please continue, please continue! I am looking forward to a second child! Work hard, Brother Ye! I support you guys!”
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Qiao Rouhuan scrolled through the Weibo. Her face was distorted due to anger.
“How is it possible?” She talked to herself, repeating this over and over. This time, her phone vibrated and it was a text.
When she read the content of the text, she was almost about to smash her phone!
After Qiao Company was in a catastrophe, she used almost all her money since she debuted to save the company but to no avail.
In the end, she spent the last of her money to buy internet water armies to slander Qiao Moyu. When she received the bank’s prompt for money, she forgot how she spent money to buy an evening gown. Where would she get 2,000,000 from?!
The night wind blew and she held her clothes tightly. She scrolled through her list of contacts and stopped on Xing Yicheng’s name at the end.
She called him.
Who knew that he answered!
“Brother Yichen —” Qiao Rouhuan just called him when she heard a deep voice, “Sorry, my hand slipped. I didn’t mean to pick up.”
“Brother Yichen, please!” Qiao Rouhuan was afraid that he might hang up so she hurriedly said, “Can you lend me some money? I will agree to any of your conditions!”
There was no sound on the other side. When Qiao Rouhuan thought he was considering this, he said, “Qiao Rouhuan, how lovely it would be if I never met you before?”
She was stunned but then understood him.
He continued, “If I never met you, would Moyu be with me right now?”
Qiao Rouhuan tightened her hands and her body was trembling.
“Heh.” Xing Yichen chuckled softly. The screen on his computer revealed an image of Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng holding onto each other on the awards ceremony. He said coldly to Qiao Rouhuan, “Why should I lend money to you? You can perish on your own!”
He hung up.
At this time, his special a.s.sistant knocked on his door. “President Xing, it’s quite late. You have to pay attention to yourself if you’re going to work overtime…”
Seeing that Xing Yichen didn’t move, he continued, “There are some problems with Xing Company’s funds when trying to purchase Qiao Company. The bank wants to see you tomorrow.”
“I know.” Xing Yichen answered exhaustedly. He walked to the French Window.
Outside, the lights were splendid and gorgeous. He didn’t know why but he suddenly recalled many years ago, when he was twelve and walked with Qiao Moyu on the streets. She wanted to eat sugar coated Chinese hawthorn fruit on a stick so he bought her one. It was during the winter and the tip of her nose was cold and red. Her hands as well. But her eyes were smiling.
However, they could never return to that time…