News that Chen Mo was getting married had already blown up the internet. Within minutes of exposure, it topped the trending lists across major platforms.
Chen Mo had personally confirmed that he and Xiao Yu had already registered their marriage certificate. Photos taken inside the jewelry store—of Chen Mo with fans, with Xiao Yu, and of the wedding ring he personally designed—circulated like wildfire. Every image and every line of dialogue was steeped in affection, leaving no doubt just how much Chen Mo valued this marriage.
The man countless women dreamed of… was now officially off the market.
Comments flooded in:
"This woman named Xiao Yu must've saved the world in her last life."
"Chen Mo… the man I'll never have."
"So jealous! Why can't I be this lucky? Xiao Yu must be the happiest woman alive."
"No wonder Chen Mo dotes on her—look at how gently she looks at him in those photos. He's her whole world."
Countless articles sprang up overnight, speculating on Xiao Yu's background. After all, people were naturally curious: What kind of woman wins the heart of a man like Chen Mo?
Yet, to their surprise, Xiao Yu was just an ordinary girl. No impressive family background, no extravagant fame—just someone who had quietly stood by Chen Mo's side from the very beginning. And that, perhaps, made it even more romantic.
That evening, Chen Mo had just stepped out of the shower when Xiao Yu handed him a phone.
"We're all over the internet," she said softly.
Chen Mo glanced at it. News alerts filled the screen—all reporting on their upcoming wedding. Somehow, this had outpaced even the buzz around the company's flagship product.
"We're living in an era obsessed with entertainment," Chen Mo said, tossing the phone aside as he pulled Xiao Yu into his arms. "People care more about gossip than science. But don't worry. This kind of attention will pass in a couple of days. Feeling overwhelmed?"
Xiao Yu curled up against his chest. "A little nervous… but no pressure. I'm marrying the man everyone else envies—I'm doing pretty well."
"I'm the one who got tricked," Chen Mo chuckled. "You scammed me good."
"I nursed you for three days in that hospital bed," Xiao Yu teased, lifting his chin playfully. "The way you looked at me when you were discharged—I knew I had you hooked."
"Oh? Shouldn't it be me, the heroic rescuer, who moved your heart? You were so touched you decided to take care of me forever. Sounds like this little fish was a bit foolish."
"I've always been smart," Xiao Yu replied, "just foolish enough to fall for a bad guy like you."
"Well, I am a bad guy," Chen Mo said with a smile, brushing her hair fondly. "But my woman is clever and beautiful."
He reached for his phone. "Now, time for something important."
"What's that?"
"Your wedding jewelry."
"Didn't we already customize the rings?"
"Rings are just the start. Do you think that's enough for our wedding? No wonder I got conned—your standards are too low."
"You're the one with no taste! You married someone 'uninteresting'—look at me, I married you." Xiao Yu huffed, teasing. "I win."
"Okay okay, my silly little genius," Chen Mo said, laughing.
"The silly girl is going to shower now," she declared, kissing his cheek and skipping off toward the bathroom.
"You're not staying to see what I'm getting you?"
"Nope. I want it to be a surprise when you put it on me at the wedding."
As Xiao Yu disappeared into the other room, Chen Mo turned serious. "It should be afternoon in Europe now… Mo Nu, connect me to Alexander."
"Right away, Master," Mo Nu's voice chimed as her holographic projection shimmered into view.
On the other side of the globe, Alexander sat in his office, reading the news about Chen Mo's marriage with a wide smile. He had been about to call and congratulate him, but paused—knowing it was already nighttime in China.
The Roche family was riding high. Since their deep collaboration with the Marching Ant Company, particularly with the launch of the holographic smartphone, they had become the first global family to secure a strategic partnership with Chen Mo. Profits soared across every industry they touched.
They had even leveraged their relationship into pharmaceuticals—thanks to the aphrodisiac and breast-enhancement drugs co-developed with Jianghe Pharmaceuticals, their expansion into the medical sector was off to a roaring start.
Now, opposition inside the Roche family had vanished. In fact, most saw Alexander as the future family head—his long-term vision finally bearing fruit.
Just then, his smart assistant buzzed.
"Sir, Mr. Chen Mo is calling."
"Chen?" Alexander perked up, quickly accepting.
A palm-sized holographic image of Chen Mo projected into the air. It looked so real, it was like he was in the room.
"Chen, it's been too long," Alexander greeted warmly.
"Indeed. Long time no see," Chen Mo replied.
Thanks to their holographic phones' real-time translation, their conversation flowed effortlessly.
"I just saw the wedding news. Congratulations! I was planning to call, but it's night for you, so I held off. Are you calling to invite me?"
Chen Mo smiled. "The date isn't fixed yet, but I'll definitely let you know. I actually need your help with something else."
"Anything. Say the word."
"I want to prepare a jewelry set for Xiao Yu—for the wedding. You're the first person I thought of."
Alexander's eyes lit up in understanding. His family held shares in De Beers, the legendary diamond monopoly. Though no longer as dominant as in the past, De Beers still wielded immense influence—and the Roche family had deep ties in that world.
"You came to the right man," Alexander grinned. "What exactly are you looking for?"
"Necklace, bracelet, earrings, ring. If nothing suitable exists, high-quality loose diamonds work too. Price doesn't matter."
"I know two private collectors with something very special—pieces the public doesn't even know exist," Alexander said, leaning forward.
Chen Mo's interest sharpened. "What do they have?"
"One owns two 8.62-carat red diamonds, mined together and cut into identical olive-shaped stones. They're called 'Angel's Eyes.' Absolutely perfect for earrings—mirror images, same cut, same color. Extremely rare blood-red hue."
He paused, then added, "The other owns a 38.85-carat blue diamond—a flat, teardrop shape. Pure sea-blue, they call it 'Mermaid's Tear.' After acquiring these, both collectors vanished from the public eye. Even De Beers tried to buy them and got turned down."
"Can you convince them to sell?"
"In the past, no. But recently, both have had financial troubles and started auctioning off art to stabilize their companies. If the price is right—and coming from me—they might agree."
"I can't leave the country right now. If necessary, invite them here or send someone I trust."
"Do you trust me, Chen?"
"Of course. You're a friend," Chen Mo said without hesitation.
"Then let me handle it. If they agree, I'll purchase them on your behalf at their asking price."
"Perfect. I'll rely on you."
"For the rest of the set, I'll keep an eye out for unique loose diamonds as well."
"Thank you, Alexander."
Once everything was discussed, Chen Mo ended the call and returned to the bedroom. Xiao Yu was already nestled in bed, playing on her phone.
"Handled?" she asked.
"Almost. Just waiting on confirmation. But don't worry—the surprise will be worth it." Chen Mo smiled, brushing her nose with his finger.
"Well, since everything's done, let's sleep. I'm beat."
"I've prepared a surprise for you… shouldn't I get a reward?" Chen Mo teased, inching closer.
"Bad egg. No reward," Xiao Yu said shyly, immediately catching his suggestive look.
"How am I the bad one again? Come on, give me a little reward."
"Mm… no~" she giggled. "You just got discharged today. And you've had a long day. Wait two more days…"