Yu Qinglu didn’t lash out at her, nor did she cry and beg her to leave the man, and she certainly didn’t show up with a pregnant belly demanding her to step aside. It was just that on the wedding night, she created a bit of an incident.
If it was a real illness, then the word ’coincidence’ wouldn’t have a second aning. But if she was faking it...
Nan Wan suddenly felt unfamiliar with herself, experiencing such inexplicable emotions and unfounded suspicions.
She opened her eyes to a sky that was slightly bright beyond the sheer curtains.
A voice in her heart reminded her: Nan Wan, you’re not supposed to be like this.
But another voice countered: No, life and marriage should be like this. You’ve developed feelings for this man, which is why you feel disappointed and angry.
The two voices argued back and forth, and after a long ti, she gradually fell asleep.
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Huo Yihan’s mood was off, filling his glass again after finishing one, and his wine glass was never empty.
Han Zhe, sitting next to him, teased with a half-smile, "Mr. Huo, are you really? Your buddy’s getting married, and you’re drowning your sorrows?"
Huo Yihan wasn’t in the mood to banter, lit a cigarette, and started puffing smoke.
Han Zhe’s smile grew more mischievous, "Are you upset that such a beautiful woman isn’t marrying you? Or is your brotherly bond so strong you can’t stand to see him with soone beside him?"
Huo Yihan shot over a cold stare, "Can you speak like a human being?"
Han Zhe stopped joking, pulled his chair closer, and looked at Xu Moyi at the next table, nudging him with his elbow, "Seriously, that Xu Family girl is getting prettier by the day. We’re all buddies; help get in touch, will you?"
Upon hearing this, Huo Yihan’s gaze turned exceptionally fierce, his handso face dark, "I don’t care who you play with, but if you even think about Xu Moyi, don’t bla for not being polite!"
Han Zhe was a bit shaken by his stare, but being used to hanging out together, he didn’t take it seriously and continued persuading, "If you won’t enjoy such a delicious peach, you can’t stop from trying, right?"
Huo Yihan kicked him hard on the calf, his eyes growing even darker, "Han Zhe, let tell you again, Xu Moyi is not soone you can covet. Keep your sleazy and disgusting thoughts away, or when I turn on you, even if you have four legs, they won’t be enough for to break."
If it weren’t for the fact that this was Mu Jin Huan’s wedding banquet, he would have already made a move.
Han Zhe’s temper flared at the kick, but with the Huo Family’s power spanning both the underworld and legitimate circles, he couldn’t afford to provoke them.
It took him a while to suppress his anger, awkwardly patting his pants, "...not worth it."
At the sa table, the others had reasonably good relationships. Even though the two weren’t loud, the people on both sides could hear it, and the atmosphere suddenly beca a bit awkward.
But everyone there had a good sense of the situation, and after a few seconds of silence, they acted as if nothing had happened, continuing with drinking and chatting to restore the lively atmosphere.
A strong hand took the wine glass out of her hand, Xu Moyi looked up and saw a blurred face. Despite the blur, she recognized him.
Feeling he was acting inexplicably, she rested her elbow on the table, holding her wobbly head with her hand, and asked, "What are you doing?"
Huo Yihan looked at the delicate face in front of him, enhanced by alcohol, his sword-like brows furrowed. He placed the wine glass on the table and reached to pull her up, "That’s enough. Get up; I’ll take you ho."
Xu Moyi brushed off his hand, slurring, "Go... go where... I’m so happy today... of course, I have to drink a few more."
Huo Yihan’s face darkened, "Are you planning to drink yourself to death here as a gift to your sister?"
Xu Moyi glared at him, "Huo Yihan, do you know how to talk? Hey, hey, hey, don’t drag ... I don’t need you to take , go find soone else if you like... I..."
The fire in her heart was still burning bright, and Huo Yihan coldly interrupted her, "Shut your mouth."
Dragging her away without her consent, Xu Moyi was already unhappy, and his cold tone made her even less willing to cooperate.
Hey! That fiery temper of hers!
"So what if I like to talk? Is it any of your business?"
She was still in her bridesmaid dress, a strapless design that could easily slip with a lack of caution. Just thinking about the lecherous look in Han Zhe’s eyes earlier made Huo Yihan’s anger surge.
With a stern face, he warned, "You better behave yourself. If soone sees everything, don’t bla ."
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