The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 673: Imitating a Night Flight (1)_1

Chapter 673: Chapter 673: Imitating a Night Flight (1)_1

Watching the woman’s excited cries for help, Pei Qian and the others all harbored strong doubts, staring at her while also observing Mo Heng’s reaction.

"Six years... I... it’s been six years, Jiu Heng..." Wei Shu looked at Mo Heng tearfully, one step after another, she descended the stairs.

Jiujiu leaned into her father’s embrace, playing with her little hands, curiously sizing up the woman.

Pei Qian, however, was observing Mo Heng. This woman knew her brother-in-law; judging by her demeanor, she must have feelings for him. Even if her sister wasn’t as beautiful as him, and their family background wasn’t great, it was he who had plotted to force her sister into marrying him. In every other respect—her sister could even make bombs—there was not a single aspect in which she wasn’t his equal!

Mo Heng, looking at Wei Shu, once familiar and now strangely distant, also seemed momentarily lost in thought, and before he realized it, he had called out, "Wei Shu!"

At this, Pei Qian felt a sudden heaviness in her heart. There had definitely been something between them!

Chang Yonglin and Xiao Yong looked simultaneously at Pei Qin, and involuntarily frowned.

Pei Qin gazed at Wei Shu with shining eyes. From head to toe, her face was bright and beautiful, her hair black as clouds, her skin white as porcelain. Her eyes, full of feeling, brimmed with tears that did not fall. Every frown and tear made her resemble a pear flower glistening with dew. Dressed in a sky blue flower tunic, a smoke-color fairy skirt, she epitomized nobility and elegance—a true beauty!

As soon as Pei Qian saw her, like a wolf spotting a beautiful woman, her little face darkened with anger and she couldn’t help but shove her. This woman must have had something with her brother-in-law. Not only was Pei Qian unworried, but she also had this look about her.

Caught off guard, Pei Qin almost stumbled from the push.

Mo Heng reached out and firmly grasped her arm, and couldn’t help his expression from changing slightly when he realized she was looking at Wei Shu.

Wei Shu’s gaze then shifted to Pei Qin, seeing Mo Heng naturally holding her and helping her. Thinking this must be Pei Qin, she suddenly looked disheartened and stopped in her tracks.

Mo Heng introduced her voluntarily, "This is Old Mr. Wei’s granddaughter, Ms. Wei."

Hearing herself introduced as ’Ms. Wei,’ Wei Shu felt both sorrow and joy. She had already styled her hair as a married woman, yet he still recognized her as Ms. Wei.

"This is my wife," Mo Heng introduced Pei Qin to her.

Looking at Pei Qin, Wei Shu felt even greater sorrow. To be his wife had been her dream for many years. Now at his side stood another woman, and he didn’t call her Madam but directly addressed her as his wife... She glanced at Mo Heng, then approached and greeted Pei Qin, "Greetings to Madam Yuanyang."

"Please, there’s no need for formalities!" Pei Qin said, smiling and reaching out to lightly support her.

After Wei Shu rose, she turned to look at Mo Heng again. He had grown more composed and even handsomer than six years ago. His eyes had a more commanding presence, his bearing more prominent. His tall, lean figure demanded one to look up to him, akin to a deity’s abode. This man should have been hers, and yet now he was bonded in matrimony to another woman.

Seeing Jiujiu in his arms, a spitting image of him, Wei Shu stepped forward, "Is this... your daughter? She looks so much like you!"

Mo Heng taught Jiujiu to greet her properly.

"Your name is Jiujiu?" Wei Shu held Jiujiu’s little hand, her heart filled with pity. She looked so much like him! In her dreams, she too had such a child, bearing his resemblance, who would call her mother in a sweet, milky voice.

Looking at Wei Shu with a curious and puzzled face, Jiujiu said, "They call me Jiujiu!"

Mo Heng’s household name was Mo Jiu. After he placed first in the imperial examinations at thirteen, the elders, as a rare honor, bestowed upon him the courtesy name, Jiu Heng.

"To actually name her Jiujiu," Wei Shu looked at the father and daughter, who were nearly identical, her feelings complicated.

The servant who had gone to announce their arrival returned with a Changsui in grey cloth, "Young Master Mo! You are invited inside!"