When Li Beinian saw this, she looked at Mu Xichen and asked, “Are we going?”
“If you want to.”
“Let’s go then.” Li Beinian pursed her lips. “Since the ex has extended an invitation, wouldn’t it seem a little ungracious if we didn’t go?”
Mu Xichen saw the sly glint in her eyes and knew that she was up to no good.
He smiled and nodded without making any comments.
But almost immediately, Li Beinian cast him a sidelong glance and asked, “Didn’t Mu Donglin or your father inform you?”
A wedding was a big event so no matter what, Mu Che ought to have informed Mu Xichen.
Mu Xichen nodded. “I was informed, but his marriage has nothing to do with me.”
“Then your father should know that we’re married.”
“He knows.” Mu Xichen put his arms around her as they walked into the house. “But it has nothing to do with him.”
“Oh.” Li Beinian nodded and mumbled, “It appears that you have a rather stormy relationship with your father.”
True.
Mu Xichen’s mother was born and brought up with a silver spoon in her mouth. It would have been hard for her to forgive Mu Che for letting her down and ruining her.
Besides, in Mu Che’s eyes, Mu Donglin was eminently more important than Li Xueqing’s affection for him.
Mu Donglin’s wedding was a grand affair.
It was said, this was what the bride’s family wanted.
After all, she was the sister of Mayor Lin Ya. So no matter what the reality was, it had to to look good.
On this day, all the high ranking officials were gathered in the Mu Family’s banquet hall.
The huge venue was bustling with people. They were all smiling and congratulating the newlyweds.
Mu Donglin was dressed in a white suit and looked neat and tidy. However he did not smile very much.
Most people were used to his general lack of expression, hence they weren’t too bothered and went up to him in a seemingly endless stream to congratulate him.
Lin Kerou was in a white wedding dress, her face plump and her body more voluptuous than before.
In the wedding dress, she radiated with a gentle and graceful aura. She smiled politely and made the guests feel comfortable.
Everyone sang praises of Lin Kerou, saying that Mu Donglin had found himself a good wife and mother to his children.
At the same time, many women surrounded Lin Kerou and looked at her slightly bulging belly that her wedding dress couldn’t quite conceal.
“Sister Kerou, how far along are you in your pregnancy?” someone asked.
Tong Yujia hung around Lin Kerou, acting like her minder. She held Lin Kerou’s hand and said proudly, “It’s been almost three months. My mother said that the baby is likely a boy, going by the slightly pointed shape of the belly. Isn’t that great.”
“Wow, how fortunate. Not only is she married to Eldest Young Master Mu, but she’s also pregnant with his child.” A young woman held Lin Kerou’s hand affectionately and looked surprised. “Kerou looks so much fatter than before. Look at her face. She’s looking so good three months into her pregnancy. I know that Eldest Young Master Mu dotes on her.”
Lin Kerou’s smile deepened at these words, but she looked shy and said, “Oh, please don’t say that.”
The woman played along and teased, “Look, how she’s blushing. She’s so shy.”
Regardless of the truth, Lin Kerou’s banter with this woman was enough to create the impression that she and Mu Donglin were a loving couple.
This made the girls who had long admired Mu Donglin extremely envious.