Chapter 1319: 326: Imprisoned_2

"Don’t believe her! Don’t you dare believe her!"

Zhao Jingrong’s wailing couldn’t stop the video from playing. The sound from the speakers reverberated clearly in everyone’s ears.

She said—

"Zhiyuan, don’t blame Mom. If you must blame someone, blame Ni Yang. It’s her, it’s all her fault! Debts go to their rightful owners. If you’re harboring resentment and want revenge, make sure you don’t target the wrong person!"

After saying this, the sleeping Mo Zhiyuan raised his hand to scratch his face.

But this small gesture from Mo Zhiyuan didn’t change Zhao Jingrong’s mind, nor did it evoke a shred of empathy in her.

The next moment, she pulled up the blanket, covered Mo Zhiyuan’s head, and pressed down forcefully.

A minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The atmosphere grew terrifyingly quiet.

Both in and out of the video.

No one expected Zhao Jingrong to smother Mo Zhiyuan with her own hands.

"Zhiyuan! Zhiyuan!" Seeing this, the Mo Family matriarch’s vision went dark, and she collapsed instantly.

"Zhao Jingrong! I’ll kill you! Why did you do this? Why did you do this to Zhiyuan?" Xiu Jiao lunged forward, raining punches and blows on Zhao Jingrong.

Zhao Jingrong collapsed limply on the floor, her face ashen with despair.

She never thought it would turn out this way.

She had assumed the plan had been perfectly executed.

She had believed she could force Ni Yang out of the Mo Family.

The one in the wrong was clearly Ni Yang.

Why was she the one forced to endure such painful consequences...

If Ni Yang hadn’t stolen Mo Qishen, none of this would have happened.

Mo Baichuan hadn’t anticipated this outcome either, because Zhao Jingrong had always been seen by him as the epitome of virtuousness, elegance, and kindness.

Why had Zhao Jingrong targeted Mo Zhiyuan?

Could Ni Yang’s accusations be true...

Was it all because she wanted to marry Mo Qishen?

From start to finish, had she married him just because of Mr. Mog?

Mo Baichuan’s feelings at this moment defied any attempt at verbal description.

The agony of losing a child, the pain of being betrayed by someone closest to him...

Why?

Why was fate playing such cruel jokes on him?

Mo Baichuan clutched Zhao Jingrong’s shoulders, his eyes bloodshot, shouting, "Why? Tell me! Why!"

Zhao Jingrong stared at Mo Baichuan. "Why? You’re asking me why? Mr. Mog was supposed to be mine! *I* was supposed to be his fiancée! It was Ni Yang who stole him from me! He’s mine! *I’m not the one in the wrong! Ni Yang is!*"

Mo Baichuan’s lips trembled as he asked, "So, what she said was true? You married me because you mistook me for Mr. Mog, didn’t you?"

"Yes!" At this point, Zhao Jingrong had completely given up, speaking with reckless abandon. "The records said Mr. Mog studied in France for three years. Just as it so happens, you studied in France for three years! When the matriarch celebrated her last birthday, Mr. Mog sent extravagant gifts. So I suspected there was a deep connection between Mr. Mog and the Mo Family..."

But never in her wildest dreams did Zhao Jingrong expect the most useless member of the Mo Family to turn out to be Mr. Mog!

Moreover, the Mr. Mog whom every heiress in the city dreamed of marrying was none other than her own fiancé.

Giving up sesame seeds for watermelons, she had become the laughingstock of the entire city.

How could Zhao Jingrong possibly accept this?

And everything she’d done had been for the sake of marrying Mr. Mog.

"He’s nothing but filth! That bastard deserved to die! Only by killing him could I successfully drive Ni Yang away!" By the end of her rant, Zhao Jingrong’s features had twisted into a grotesque grimace.

Mo Baichuan finally lost control of his fury and slapped Zhao Jingrong.

"Smack!"

Zhao Jingrong’s head turned violently to the side from the blow, her left cheek swelling instantly, the imprint of the slap unmistakably clear.

"Only a worthless man hits women!" Zhao Jingrong glared at Mo Baichuan and continued, "If you had been Mr. Mog, would I have had to do all this? Worthless! Mo Baichuan, you’re just a worthless man!"

If Mo Baichuan had actually been Mr. Mog, how wonderful it would have been...

She wouldn’t have needed to go to such extreme measures.

But alas.

Mo Baichuan wasn’t Mr. Mog; the Mo Qishen she had broken off the engagement with was.

How ironic.

She had personally pushed away the one man she most longed to marry.

"You wretch! You despicable wretch!" Xiu Jiao grabbed Zhao Jingrong and shook her violently. "Zhao Jingrong, how could your heart be so cruel? You’re Zhiyuan’s *birth* mother! How could you bring yourself to do something like that!"

Zhao Jingrong shoved Xiu Jiao away. "Weren’t *you* also trying to oust Ni Yang before and have Xiu Yingying marry Mo Qishen? Xiu Jiao! Don’t think of yourself as so noble! You’re no different from me!"

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