Chapter 1125: Chapter 1125: Fraternal Twins On this day, He Chen and Yin Mo’s wedding was held in the church at West City South Sea. The church was heavily guarded inside and out. Numerous bodyguards protected the wedding venue tightly. He Chen once asked Yin Mo whether she preferred a church or a hall, whether she liked white or red. And Yin Mo’s answer at the time was the church and white. So, he gave her a pure Western-style church wedding. There were many guests, and the event was unprecedented. Shang Zonghai, standing in as He Chen’s godfather, arrived at the scene once again as the officiant. Rong Manfang also sat in the family area, watching the wedding and shedding tears. Yin Mo walked to the altar arm in arm with Yin Zhihong, and among the crowd, He Chen was the only one dazzling in her eyes. Li Qiao and Shang Yu sat in the front row observation seats, his legs crossed, and his warm palm gently played with Li Qiao’s fingers. The wedding process was pretty standard, very smooth and very warm. Yin Mo was in tears from the beginning, tearfully gazing at He Chen, several times wanting to dive into his arms but forcing herself to hold back. He Chen couldn’t bear to see her cry, wiping her tears while glancing at the priest as if urging him to hurry through the process. Finally, it came to the ring exchange segment, and Zong Zhan and Xi Luo presented the ring box beside them. They were a pair of rose gold simple diamond rings, with their names engraved inside. He Chen sincerely held her hand, putting that custom diamond ring onto her ring finger, then lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand, “Mrs. He, looking forward to the rest of our lives together.” Yin Mo shed more tears, sniffled, picked up the other ring, trembling as she placed it onto He Chen’s ring finger. This was her first time placing a ring symbolizing love onto him. Yin Mo said, “Mr. He, I love you very much.” This was also her first time publicly expressing her love. The priest nodded in satisfaction, “Next, the groom may kiss…” Before he finished speaking, He Chen stepped forward, cupping Yin Mo’s face, gently pressing his red lips to hers. The priest awkwardly closed the Bible in his hands, completing the sentence: “Kiss your bride.” On this day, under the radiant autumn sun of October, Yin Mo married He Chen with the witness of countless relatives and friends, officially becoming Mrs. He. Later, many said the most wife-loving man they had ever seen was perhaps He Chen, who turned from a roguish past to a priceless gem. Three months later, the third day of the Lunar New Year. A dark green Maserati sports car stopped outside Qiao Mansion. Yin Mo, dressed in loose down clothes, carried two small gift boxes into the entrance. In the living room, He Chen held the seven-month-old baby in one hand, teaching him to say “Godfather” slowly. But after several attempts, the baby remained silent. From outside, the sound of light footsteps approached, and when Yin Mo stepped inside, He Chen looked up, instantly frowning deeply, “Why aren’t you wearing a hat?” Yin Mo pretended not to hear, handing the gift box to Li Qiao, “Qiaoqiao, your favorite cake.” He Chen, being ignored: “…” Li Qiao took it in her hands and patted the sofa next to her, “Come and sit.” Yin Mo unzipped her down jacket, sitting down beside her with a protruding belly. Li Qiao placed the cake box on the coffee table, tilted her head to glance at her belly, “This big already?” Yin Mo found out she was pregnant the day after the wedding; according to the pregnancy timeline, it should be at most four months. But the curve of her belly was as prominent as someone six months pregnant. Yin Mo wore maternity overalls, shyly smiled, “It’s… twins, just confirmed last month.” Li Qiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, glanced at He Chen, and feigned seriousness with a smile, “The twin gene is indeed strong.” Li Qiao had heard about He Chen’s mother’s situation. She was just surprised that Yin Mo managed to conceive two at once. Li Qiao leaned against the armrest and asked indifferently, “Boys or girls?” Yin Mo shook her head grudgingly, glancing at He Chen, “He won’t let me find out; he wants to keep it mysterious.” Actually, Yin Mo really wanted to know whether they were two boys or two girls. Privately, she hoped for twins, one like him, one like her. At this point, He Chen approached with the baby in his arms, frowned displeasedly as he nudged her toe, “Talking bad about me again?” “No way.” Yin Mo laughed teasingly and reached her hand toward Shang Yin, “Yi Bao.” The little baby immediately stretched his arms toward Yin Mo. He Chen leaned down and handed the child to her, advising with a frown, “Be careful not to let him kick your belly.” Yin Mo slapped his hand away, “Stop talking nonsense, Yi Bao wouldn’t.” He thought this woman was not only spoiled but also increasingly temperamental. But such a Yin Mo was also growing more vivid and lively, leaving behind all past misfortunes; she fully unleashed the softness and nature a woman should embody in front of him. He Chen looked down at Yin Mo holding the baby, rubbing her head, and turned his gaze to Li Qiao, “Shaoyan in the study?” “Yes, Shang Lu is there too.” He Chen briefly chuckled, “Scolding the younger brother again? I’ll go check, you guys chat.” After he left, Yin Mo embraced the soft little body of Shang Yin, and kissed his face several times, “Yi Bao, say godmother.” The little baby blinked his black-and-white eyes, kicking his legs twice in her arms, then his chubby little hand touched her belly, and a small voice emitted a simple syllable, “Ah… sister…” Yin Mo was startled, gaped, turning her head, “Qiaoqiao, did you hear that?” Li Qiao supported her forehead with one hand, lowered her eyelids slightly, “Casual, say it once more.” The little baby sat in Yin Mo’s arms, his small head pressed against her belly, saying sister twice in a row. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Yin Mo joyfully embraced him, her breathing became rapid, “Qiaoqiao, I heard that children’s intuitions are very accurate, Yi Bao calling sister, could it mean I’m having twin girls?” “Maybe…” Li Qiao pondered with a soft laugh, “a boy-girl twin.” Yin Mo bit her lip corner, her eyes filled with joy, “I also hope for a boy-girl twin, one daughter like me, one son like him.” Li Qiao sighed silently, resting her cheek, feeling a bit uninterested. She too wanted a boy-girl twin. But… Shang Yu did not give her the opportunity. After lunch, Yin Mo and He Chen played with the little baby to the side, Li Qiao walked upstairs with her head down, feeling a bit gloomy. At the corner, she didn’t notice for a moment and bumped into the man’s arms. Shang Yu conveniently embraced her shoulder, his palm rubbed her rear head, “Why aren’t you watching the road?” Li Qiao looked resentfully at the black shirt in front of her, heaved a long sigh before slowly looking up at the man on the steps. She didn’t speak, just focused on sketching his facial features. Perhaps noticing Li Qiao’s unusual behavior, Shang Yu pulled her into his arms, his thumb gently caressing her face, his smile-filled voice rich and alluring, “What’s wrong? Uncomfortable or unhappy? Hmm?”