After a while, several red envelopes were pushed under the door from below.
"Not enough, not enough, more, more."
The people outside were generous and, without a word, pushed in so more.
Chu Yan stood up and counted them. In total, there were more than a hundred. Indeed, the rich are different.
"Miss, can you open the door for us now?"
"How is that possible? President Leng has a fortune worth billions, of course these red envelopes are not enough."
So, Fei Yichen very conscientiously took out a thick stack of red envelopes from his bag and bent down to push them in. But as expected, the door remained closed.
"The bride’s wedding gown is torn, we’re still nding it. Please wait a little longer. Of course, if you give more red envelopes, we can nd it faster."
If Leng Yixiu couldn’t figure out that this was just an excuse to get more red envelopes, then all his years in the business world were for nothing. He looked at his watch and said to Fei Yichen, "Give her all the red envelopes."
Following his order, Fei Yichen took all the red envelopes from his bag and pushed them in. However, despite knocking on the door, the people inside still guarded resolutely.
With all the red envelopes gone and the auspicious ti nearly over, Leng Yixiu couldn’t help but ask Lin Yixun for help, "Yixun, can you ask them to open the door, please?"
"No." For so reason, Lin Yixun also wanted to see Leng Yixiu anxious.
But what she didn’t expect was that when there’s a policy, there’s a counterasure. Seeing the door still unopened, Leng Yixiu nodded to Fei Yichen, who then signaled to his subordinates. Soon, a toolbox was brought over. A man in a black hoodie took out so tools from the box, whose nas no one could call, and walked to the door. In less than five minutes, the door lock was rendered useless under his tools.
Chu Yan had intended to extort so more red envelopes, but the next second the door was opened, "How... how did you open the door?"
Fei Yichen’s assistant flashed the lock-picking tool in front of her eyes with a bright, smug smile.
Leng Yixiu had no ti to notice any of this. At this mont, his mind and heart were all on Lin Yixun, solely thinking about marrying her and taking her ho.
The last marriage was not his intention, so during the wedding, he had a stiff face, feeling extrely miserable, and wasn’t in the mood to look at the bride.
But this ti was different. His eyes were ardent on Lin Yixun; he had never dread she would wear a wedding gown for him again. Everything before him was like a dream, so beautiful it didn’t seem real.
The wedding gown was designed by him for Lin Yixun, then tailored by a professional. Indeed, it looked as beautiful on her as he had imagined.
Lin Yixun, originally with fair skin and a slender figure, had a very pretty face, and the white gown subdued so of her allure just right, making her enchanting but not gaudy, enough to make one’s heart flutter.
Leng Yixiu walked towards her step by step, feeling as if he had gone through more than a dozen seasons. From beginning to end, his eyes never left Lin Yixun’s face.
"Mom, why is your face red?" Suddenly, Xiao Yi Xun’s voice shattered this touching mont.
"No, it’s not." Lin Yixun denied it without thinking, but it looked like she was trying to hide sothing.
Seeing Lin Yixun’s flustered appearance, as if caught in the act, the man couldn’t help but curl his sexy, thin lips.
"Alright, you said it’s not, so it’s not."
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