Chapter 866
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Mo Nan was a grown man. His eyes were red. "Young Master, where are you feeling unwell?"
Mochen's eyes were dark and his voice was low. "I'm fine."
Mo Nan reported softly, "Shang Ziyang …"
Mochen shot Mo Nan a look and Mo Nan shut up.
Mo Nan didn't dare to make another sound.
Mochen felt unwell all over and his face was pale.
Mo Nan had never seen the Young Master in such a frail state.
Mochen leaned against the hospital bed and closed his eyes. His face was pale and gloomy, without a trace of blood. He looked exhausted.
Mo Nan was speechless.
He stood there, not knowing what to say. He felt terrible.
After a long while, Mochen opened his eyes and glanced at Mo Nan. His face didn't look healthy at all.
Mo Nan said, "Young Master, do you have any instructions?"
Mo Chen's thin lips were also green, without a trace of blood. "Has she found a suitable heart?"
Mo Nan said softly, "Young Master, not yet, but Her Royal Highness is pregnant."
Pregnant!
Mochen's expression changed when he heard that.
Mo Nan looked at him.
The Young Master's face looked worse. His face was pale and green.
Mochen's breathing was heavy.
How could she be pregnant?!
He had taken precautions every single time.
He recalled that she said she wanted to give him a second child. Could it be that she …
He closed his eyes. His chest was aching!
Mo Nan said, "Young Master, the wedding …"
Mochen glanced at Mo Nan. "Phone."
Mo Nan took his phone and passed it to Mochen.
Mochen dialed Shang Ziyang's number.
Shang Ziyang looked at the unfamiliar number, not knowing who it was.
Recently, he had been in a bad mood but he hadn't stopped. He had been preparing for the wedding, the best wedding in the world. He could only hope for a miracle to happen and the Third Eldest Son would suddenly return!
Even if the Third Eldest Son wanted to send him to Africa, the North Pole, the South Pole, and Mars from time to time, he would still be willing.
He answered the call and asked absentmindedly, "Hello, I'm Shang Ziyang. Who's this?"
Mochen's voice was cold. "Me."
Shang Ziyang thought he was hearing things. "You … You are …?"
He was suddenly unable to speak.
Mochen said coldly, "Mochen, there's no need to prepare for the wedding."
Shang Ziyang was speechless.
He was stunned.
Initially, he was overjoyed that the Third Eldest Son was still alive and well. However, when he heard this, he suddenly had a bad feeling. "Why?"
Mochen said, "There aren't so many whys."
Before Shang Ziyang could say anything, the call was cut off.
It was the original The Third Eldest Son!
But why cancel the wedding!
He had prepared for so long and put in so much effort.
Moreover, the Third Eldest Son liked Weiwei so much and they had two children. How could it be canceled just like that?
Mochen hung up and glanced at Mo Nan. "Give Old Master and Old Madam a call and go to the President's residence to cancel the engagement."
Perhaps she was heartbroken and didn't want his child anymore!
It was better than getting pregnant and losing both mother and child.
Since things had already come to this, there was nothing for him to be afraid of. Even if he died, he would drag down everyone who could threaten them.
And Big Brother Qiao and Rongyan!
If he could drag this life out to the end and get rid of all obstacles for them, it would be worth it!
There was only so much he could do for them.
Mo Nan said, "Young Master …"
Mochen's voice suddenly turned cold and ruthless. "This is an order!"
He looked at Mo Nan and released his aura. Even though he was sick, he was still the leader of the mercenaries.
Mo Nan said after a long while, "Yes, Young Master."
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