CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

3Mu Qianqian smiled. Rong Heting looked at the little girl he was holding and finally showed a happy smile to him after three months. He was so excited that he pulled Mu Qianqian into his arms again, without giving her a second glance.    0

    

Everyone in the auditorium was stunned by the pair of lovers. The number of people attending the wedding was several times more than the number of people attending Rong Zhennan's birthday banquet that day.    

    

They had also heard about what happened at the banquet from the grapevine. From the moment they received the invitation to Rong Heting's wedding, they were all more curious about what kind of woman would move the usually cold and heartless Rong Heting.    

    

From the moment Mu Qianqian had arrived, all of the powerful politicians, be it men or women, even the guests who had seen Mu Qianqian once, were also shocked by that beautiful woman.    

    

The pure white wedding dress, the coquettish face, and the delicate figure of Mu Qianqian, all showed her beauty perfectly. Although she didn't put on any makeup, the beauty beneath her simple appearance was more intoxicating.    

    

Even though they had heard about Mu Qianqian's identity before, they only felt that the two of them were compatible enough when they saw the woman in Rong Heting's embrace.    

    

Yu Qing whistled, unable to conceal the envy in his eyes. He had heard about what happened at Charm City, and it was Old Master Rong personally who called him and questioned him about Shi Wenjie. He was even reprimanded by his father because of this.    

    

Actually, even if Rong Heting didn't hide anything from him, he didn't intend to tell Old Man Wu about Mu Qianqian's real identity. Unexpectedly, he didn't manage to hide it at all.    

    

Seeing Mu Qianqian cutely snuggling beside Rong Heting at the moment, he suddenly thought of the little wild cat in the woods that hooted with him. He still thought Mu Qianqian was more vivid at that time.    

    

The applause gradually faded away. Mu Qianqian blushed as she left Rong Heting's embrace, but she still looked around at the crowd that was watching her.    

    

Her classmates in Dongfeng City, her seniors and juniors in the research room, her teachers, the children she had protected before, the servants and bodyguards of Rong Manor, the captains whom she could call by name in the base, as well as Eleven and Yu Qing.    

    

All the people she knew were invited to the wedding site by Rong Heting. She even saw her aunt and cousin in the crowd.    

    

Mu Qianqian came back to her senses from the chaos. She looked at the familiar faces, then looked to the other side. Old Master Rong, Ling Yu, and Mrs Nuowen all had gloomy expressions.    

    

Although Mrs Nuowen's gaze was extremely vicious, Mr. Ling Yu merely smiled and nodded at her.    

    

Luo Yu, Big Sister Ting Lan, and Ling Ao all stood on the side, as well as Leng Su and Chang Feng, they did not avoid the crowd, and all stood at the side of Rong Family Clan.    

    

Mu Qianqian turned around and looked at Rong Heting. Her eyes suddenly turned red. Just how much effort did the man in front of her put into doing all of this? He actually prepared a grand wedding for her.    

    

There was no woman who wouldn't dream of being a bride. So this was what it felt like to be a bride.    

    

Happiness. Mu Qianqian felt that she was wrapped in happiness.    

    

Seeing that Mu Qianqian was about to cry again, Rong Heting sighed helplessly. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eyes, whispering in her ear when the applause from the surroundings started again.    

    

"You'll be the ugliest bride in the world if you cry again, Qianqian," Rong Heting said, looking up into Mu Qianqian's eyes.    

    

Tears streamed down Mu Qianqian's face, but she was smiling.    

    

The host urged Ye Zichen not to miss the auspicious hour. Rong Heting also pulled Mu Qianqian to the top of the auditorium.    

    

Because the two of them didn't believe in religion, the wedding was in the middle and the west. Rong Heting personally chose the warm style that was made up with flowers for Mu Qianqian.    

    

Rong Zhennan sat on the high platform in the middle of the auditorium with the curtain swaying. He personally drank the tea served by Mu Qianqianjing, but the sound of the tea bowl hitting the table was obviously displeased.    

    

Mu Qianqian was still smiling and didn't seem to mind in the slightest.    

    

Under Rong Heting's lead, Mu Qianqian and Rong Heting personally signed the marriage contract, and under the witness of the Dragon Country officials, they stamped the official seal on the spot.    

    

When the notary personally handed the two red books to Mu Qianqian, the sweet smile on Mu Qianqian's face mesmerized all of the guests.    

    

Happiness and satisfaction gathered on Mu Qianqian's face so sincerely, infecting everyone around her.    

    

Petals fell from the sky above the auditorium, and everyone was immersed in a vivid dream.    

    

Mu Qianqian was trying even harder to absorb the warmth that rose up from the bottom of her heart, afraid that she would once again lose everything in her fantasies.    

    

Her hand clenched the marriage certificate, which she and Rong Heting had signed for the rest of their lives.    

    

It was a dream, and he would eventually wake up.    

    

Just as Mu Qianqian and Rong Heting were looking at each other preparing to work hand in hand for the next life, an arrogant laughter rang out from behind them.    

    

Mu Qianqian turned her head in astonishment, only to see a familiar face of a middle-aged man from her memories appear on the platform.    

    

"Father …"