God-level Streamer Chapter 1295: 1289: The Bride Was Changed

Chapter 1295: Chapter 1289: The Bride Was Changed

No matter the circumstances, she would never let Ye Zhiwen lose face.

This ti, even if her choice turned out to be wrong again, Zhong Jianping would not regret it.

She helped Ye Zhiwen up and solemnly accepted her lover’s proposal.

In that mont, the room erupted in rounds of applause.

Li Changlin looked at them, an earnest smile spreading across his face.

“Thank you, thank you, Ah Ping!”

Ye Zhiwen was overco with emotion, pulling Zhong Jianping into his arms as if she were the most precious treasure, unwilling to let go for a second.

“You fool, everyone’s watching us. It’s getting late now. Let’s get going—head to the wedding venue first, and then the civil registry in the afternoon.” Zhong Jianping gently pushed Ye Zhiwen away, smiling tearfully.

“Alright, okay. Whatever you say, it’s all up to you.”

Ye Zhiwen scratched his head and grinned foolishly, nodding repeatedly.

Li Changlin said with relief, “Alright then, let’s go.”

“Wait a second, I need to make a call.” Zhong Jianping pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

In no ti, the call connected, and a familiar voice ca through. Zhong Jianping bead as she said, “Dad, I have good news for you. Your daughter is getting married.”

“What?”

On the other end of the line, Zhong Jianping’s father was montarily stunned.

With tears in her eyes, Zhong Jianping added, “Dad, I’m marrying Zhiwen. Since it’s inconvenient for you to co over, once everything settles, we’ll co ho to visit you. Please take care of your health at ho. I miss you, Dad.”

“Alright, alright. Zhiwen’s a good kid. I’m happy, very happy. Wishing you both happiness.”

Over the phone, Zhong Jianping’s father erupted into cheerful laughter.

Yet everyone present could clearly hear that he was crying—tears of joy.

Little did he know that his daughter had, in fact, broken up with Ye Zhiwen long ago.

He also didn’t know that Ye Zhiwen, having seen Chen Xueying’s true colors, decided to call off that engagent. But due to his concern for appearances, he turned to Zhong Jianping and proposed instead.

And his daughter, because of her deep love for this man and to preserve his dignity, agreed to marry him.

But Zhong Jianping herself had no idea whether her future life would be filled with regret or happiness.

For now, at least, Zhong Jianping did not regret her choice.

Many were moved to tears at the scene.

Li Changlin turned to Ye Zhiwen and said gravely, “Zhiwen, rember this. If in this lifeti you dare to treat Ah Ping poorly, you’ll no longer be my brother. From this mont on, Ah Ping is my sister!”

“I’ll rember, Changlin. Don’t worry—I promise I will cherish Jianping for the rest of my life.”

Ye Zhiwen nodded seriously, affirming his solemn vow.

Zhou Wendong then stepped forward and earnestly called out, “Sister-in-law.”

He was Li Changlin’s apprentice, and now that Zhong Jianping had beco Li Changlin’s sister, that naturally made her his aunt.

Everyone smiled warmly, and then Zhong Jianping, with Ye Zhiwen and the others, stepped out of the room.

As she left, the entire office imdiately beca lively, with many exclaiming how dramatic the relationship between Zhong Jianping and Ye Zhiwen was. Their story could practically be turned into a TV drama.

When she reached downstairs, Zhong Jianping finally understood what it ant to make a grand entrance. Ye Zhiwen held her hand proudly and declared, “This is my bride!”

“Sister-in-law!”

The crowd erupted in cheerful shouts. Blushing, Zhong Jianping responded to each one shyly. Ye Zhiwen began introducing her to everyone. Among the crowd, there were so familiar faces, but more were strangers. Most of them were from either the Yan Family, the Mo Family, or other prominent families under their influence—people Li Changlin had arranged to co for the wedding. Ye Zhiwen, of course, knew all of them well.

At this mont, Zhong Jianping felt as if she were in a dream. Following Ye Zhiwen’s lead, the two got into Li Changlin’s Frost Car, a luxury vehicle worth fifteen million, originally gifted to Li Changlin by Zhou Xingxing.

This ti, however, Li Changlin didn’t join them. The car was for the bride and groom, and as the best man, he knew his place.

Everyone else left Zhixin as well, getting into cars one by one, heading toward the southern part of the city.

anwhile, Chen Xueying had already arrived at the hotel, but there was no sign of Ye Zhiwen or anyone else from the wedding. In fact, there wasn’t even a trace of wedding decorations there.

Chen Xueying approached the front desk to inquire, and a staff mber inford her that the wedding venue had been relocated to a private estate in the south of the city, reportedly owned by the Mo Family.

For Chen Xueying, the Mo Family was no stranger—it was one of the top five families in Nanfu Province.

Learning this, Chen Xueying was filled with even more regret. She quickly hailed a taxi and rushed over. By the ti she arrived at the estate, the place had already turned into a sea of celebration.

From the distance, she saw a convoy of over twenty luxury cars slowly entering the estate. On both sides of the estate’s entrance stood countless n in black suits, each wearing sunglasses. They stood utterly motionless, respectfully welcoming the arrival of prominent figures from all over the province.

Getting out of her car, Chen Xueying walked toward the entrance, only to be stopped by a handso man who extended his arm to block her path.

She recognized him—it was the sa man who had barged into her room before.

“I’m Chen Xueying. Step aside,” she said, proudly lifting her chin as she addressed Zhou Wendong.

Zhou Wendong’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he replied faintly, “Miss, may I ask if you have an invitation? Without one, you cannot enter the estate.”

“I’m the bride—why would I need an invitation?”

Chen Xueying trembled with rage, angrily exclaiming.

“Miss, stop talking nonsense. Just because you’re wearing a wedding dress doesn’t an you can impersonate the bride. The real bride has already gone in. Are you here to deliberately stir up trouble?”

Zhou Wendong’s expression darkened, an invisible aura emanating from him. Chen Xueying felt a chill in her heart, instinctively stepping backward in fear.

Panicked and aggrieved, she cried, “I really am the bride! You were at my house earlier—I recognize you!”

“You’ve got the wrong person,” Zhou Wendong said coldly. “Miss, please leave imdiately. Otherwise, I’ll have you thrown out.”

“No! I really am the bride! I’m the bride! Ye Zhiwen, co out! I’m here—co get , Ye Zhiwen…”

Chen Xueying, both furious and desperate, shouted loudly. Zhou Wendong gestured with his hand, and two burly n imdiately stepped forward. He said icily, “Take her away. Leave her in the city center.”

So things, once missed, are gone for good. So people, once lost, are never coming back.

Did Chen Xueying think the world revolved around her?

What a delusional woman.

Chen Xueying was hauled away by the two n, shoved unceremoniously into a car.

No matter how loudly she shouted, it was useless. No one paid her any attention.