Attack of the Adorable Kid: President Daddy's Infinite Pampering

An Feng had seen narcissistic people, but she had not seen one who was so narcissistic.

How on earth did he see that she was still interested in him?

He still thought she was single for him? How had she never realized that he was so narcissistic and annoying?

An Feng frowned and pushed him away.

She was about to say something when the bride’s dressing room was opened suddenly. “Auntie Feng.”

Hearing Tang Ci calling her, An Feng turned around to acknowledge her and then looked at Zhou Li with a warning look in her eyes. “Mr Zhou, please respect yourself!”

Once she had said this, An Feng walked to the dressing room. After a few steps, she felt a sharp gaze that could not be ignored on her.

She turned around and other than Zhou Li, who was staring at her, she could see no one.

Tang Ci was still waiting for her in the dressing room and An Feng quickly went in, having no time to think about it.

Tang Ci had changed into an elegant, white wedding dress with her back exposed, showing the beautiful lines of her back. Her waist was slim and her butterfly bone looked sexy and beautiful. The long skirt hem trailing behind coupled with the crown on her head and she looked ravishing

Tang Ci was a mixed-blood and was flawless. Her facial features were exquisite and beautiful. She had a pair of beautiful, cat-liked eyes and when she smiled, her eyes curved like crescents.

Opening the gift box, inside contained a set of expensive jewelry.

An Feng put it on Tang Ci.

Tang Ci looked at An Feng with tears in her eyes. “Auntie Feng, I’m getting married and my daddy asked the Mo family for billions of dollars, yet he didn’t give me anything. But Auntie Feng, we haven’t seen each other for so many years, but you gave me such an expensive gift…”

An Feng wiped the tears that had seeped out from the corner of Tang Ci’s eyes. “I’ve grown up with your mother and we were like sisters. You don’t have to be polite to me.”

Tang Ci hugged An Feng and rested her chin on An Feng’s shoulders. “Thank you, Auntie Feng and Sister Zhizhi.”

At this moment, the door to the dressing room was pushed open and a man in a wheelchair was pushed in.

The person sitting in the wheelchair wore a white suit, the hands that were exposed were deformed and scarred. His originally handsome face was beyond recognition. Only his sharp eyes were looking at Tang Ci coldly.

He was the man Tang Ci was getting married to, Mo family’s Second Young Master, Mo Shi.

And the person pushing him was… Mo family’s Eldest Young Master, and the head of the Mo family, Mo Ji.

Tang Ci’s gaze moved from Mo Shi’s face onto Mo Ji.

He was tall, at least 1.88 meters, his figure long and upright. He wore a black suit, looking serious and cold. He wore a pair of rimless glasses and looked refined and abstinent, but with a coldness and indifference.

Although he looked refined and polite, one would have to pay a heavy price if he treated him as a weak nerd. From what Tang Ci knew, the Eldest and Second Young Masters of the Mo family were not children of the first wife. The brothers had no status when they came to the Mo family, but later Eldest Young Master Mo used cruel and sweeping methods to shuffle the Mo family. He killed his father and brothers, and his means were cruel and cold-blooded.

Now in Mexico, nobody dared to offend Eldest Young Master Mo.

It would make people fearful just by hearing the words ‘Mo Ji’. But Mo Ji was cold-blooded to everybody except his younger brother.

“Brother, ask this woman to go. I don’t want to marry her!” Mo Shi’s vocal cords were damaged by the fire and he could not speak clearly, but Mo Ji could hear what he was saying.

Tang Ci could only hear the word ‘go’ and matched with Mo Shi’s twisted expression, she could tell that he did not want to marry her.

An Feng had heard that Second Young Master Mo was burned, but she did not expect it to be this serious. Her heart ached for Tang Ci and she held her hand gently.

Tang Ci gave a small smile to An Feng before she faced Mo Shi whose expression was twisted. “Your brother spent a few billions to buy me from the Tang family. I heard that he never makes a loss in business. Are you sure you want me to go?”

Mo Shi looked at the woman who could still smile when she was going to marry him soon and picked up an ashtray, throwing it at Tang Ci.

Tang Ci did not dodge and the ashtray hit the corner of her forehead, a stream of bright red flowed out.

When An Feng saw this, her expression changed. “Second Young Master Mo, how could you hit a woman?” An Feng wanted to pull Tang Ci away, but Tang Ci shook her head. “Auntie Feng, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Mo Ji, who had not spoken, glanced at Tang Ci and clapped his hands and the dressing room door was opened by two bodyguards. “Take Second Young Master out. I want to speak to Miss Tang alone.”

Tang Ci nodded at An Feng. “Auntie Feng, go to the church first!”

An Feng knew this was between the Tang family and the Mo family. Although it pained her to see Tang Ci like that, she could not do anything.

After sighing slightly, An Feng left.

When only Tang Ci and Mo Ji were left in the dressing room, Mo Ji sat on the sofa, crossing his long legs elegantly and lit a cigarette with his head lowered slightly.

Lifting the hem of her dress, Tang Ci sat beside him.

The smoke came out from the man’s lips and nose. He raised his head, glancing at Tang Ci, the long and upturned eyes under the lenses were cold. “Sit further away.”

Tang Ci did not move. She was very close to him and his perfectly ironed pants were pressed a little by her, his firm thighs were distinct. The thighs under the fabric looked strong, muscular and well-proportioned.

He looked thin, but the figure under the clothes were even better than a model.

Faced with the man’s bloodthirsty and dark aura, Tang Ci was not afraid. She smiled, her cat-liked eyes bright and playful. “You’re letting a woman who had confessed to you before, marry your brother. Master Mo, you are the only one in the world who would be so cold-hearted!” Tang Ci said and her slender finger poked at Mo Ji’s chest.

The next second, her finger was grabbed by him and there was an intense pain.

Tang Ci gasped and pulled away her finger that was about to be broken, the smile still on her face. Her hand that was lowered was on the side of his pants on his thighs, her fingertips brushing against the zipper of his pants. It was unclear whether it was unintentional or intentional.

When his gaze swept towards her coldly, she grinned and moved her hand away. “I was almost crushed by your grip, I accidentally touched it.”

Mo Ji stared at her, his refined face grim. “If there’s still a next time, you won’t only be in pain. I’ll cripple your hand!”

Tang Ci looked at the cold beams shooting out from his eyes under the lenses and he was extremely aloof.

It was like a sharp and ruthless blade of ice.

The smile on Tang Ci’s lips deepened and her face came close to Mo Ji. “Okay. If you cripple one of my hand, I’ll tell Mo Shi that his brother wanted to take advantage of me and I disagreed so he broke my hand.”

“Ha.” Mo Ji gave a low laugh. “I have a fiancée, and you’re not even a third of her. What reason do I have to take advantage of you?”

Before Tang Ci could say anything, the dressing room door was opened.

“Brother Ji.”