The Beautiful Wife of the Whirlwind Marriage novel Chapter 227

On the TV, it said that she was going to sing with a famous singer during Spring Night. Among the best newcomers, she was the only one selected to attend Spring Night and she was considered to be blossoming. Her movie was going to play soon and it was ready to take over the whole Spring Festival.

Yu Minmin watched the news and said to Lin Che,

"She indeed has many things going on recently. She's growing fast."

Lin Che nodded and said, "Yeah, and her development seems quite wholesome."

"Don't think about it. That voice of yours will never make it to Spring Night. What can we do when other people have good voices?"

"Bah, can't I act in a skit?" Lin Che puffed up her cheeks and asked in contempt.

Recently, the online debate comparing Lin Che and Qin Wanwan grew unabatedly. The two houses of fans would argue for no reason, making them feel rather speechless.

Now that Qin Wanwan was going to Spring Night, this comparison was about to revive. But Qin Wanwan was indeed a model worker. She was filming shows and movies nonstop. Now, she was suddenly going to Spring Night from out of nowhere. Although it was said that nobody really liked to see Spring Night, it was still a benchmark that people used to judge how famous an artist could be. For artists who have been on Spring Night, their status immediately changed.

Yu Minmin knew that she was just joking, so she didn't bother.

She only said, "Then you'd better watch your steps. Let's not care about Spring Night. We just need to focus on getting ready for your audition."

At Mo Huiling's side.

When she dashed out of the KTV that day, she stood outside and cried for a long time. However, Gu Jingze didn't even come out to check on her.

She was so mad that she wanted to go back in to settle things with Gu Jingze.

But she thought that since she ran away, going back in would be a disgrace. Thus, she decided not to go back.

However, she was still secretly spying on Lin Che and Gu Jingze's life together in contempt.

Looking at the photos sent to her now, all of them were extremely intimate scenes of Gu Jingze and Lin Che together.

He actually smiled at Lin Che, hugged Lin Che, and even wore some dirty scarf with that little slut.

Mo Huiling was beyond disgusted. That damned Lin Che actually put such a filthy thing on Gu Jingze's body. This was contaminating Gu Jingze.

Naturally, when Gu Jingze carried Lin Che on his back, his men already cleared the streets and her spy couldn't follow them.

Mo Huiling swiped all the photos onto the floor in her rage.

Father Mo saw this and came in to scold Mo Huiling, "Enough. Why are you throwing a temper now? Since you don't have the tolerance, don't think about it anymore. Why are you seeking for your own misery?"

Mo Huiling heard this and became angrier. She vented it all on her father, "What do you mean by no tolerance? Gu Jingze merely slept with this little slut and is enchanted by her for now. Gu Jingze has an illness and I can't touch him, so this little slut was able to seize the opportunity. Jingze doesn't have feelings for her at all. It's only his desire. Do you see just how low-class this little slut is? She doesn't know a damn thing and she's only a low-class, inferior good. She doesn't deserve to stand beside Gu Jingze."

Father Mo said, "If Gu Jingze likes it, then so be it. He can't touch you and you can't do anything about it. Wait for me to find you a suitable family. Then, you can quickly marry off and stop being a burden in this house."

"It's not fair! Even if I can't get him, I won't let Lin Che continue acting innocent and hooking Gu Jingze. Hmph." Mo Hutting's eyes flashed. She took her bag and ran out.

When Lin Che came out from her company, Gu Jingze catted up. Seeing the words 'Dearest Hubby' on her screen, her heart inevitably felt sweet.

Thinking about how those two words linked to this incredibly handsome, cold, yet sexy man, she couldn't help but feel incredulous that this outstanding man was actually her husband.

Since when was she so lucky?

Smiling, she picked up her phone.