Qiu Zhi and Su Ziceng are different. He’s a thoroughly good young man brought up on the Chinese virtues and values teachings. He rarely swears. But this ti, even he couldn’t help it.
Having transford into an Earl nad Pello, he actually planned to abandon his Ziceng to marry Wen Maixue. Isn’t this to play with soone’s feelings the most despicable and shaless act? In his anger, Qiu Zhi tore up the engagent letter into pieces, and just as he was about to flush it down the toilet in one go, he thought better of it; he couldn’t let that shaless couple off easily.
On the one hand, Qiu Zhi had to carefully keep this unfortunate news from Su Ziceng’s ears, and on the other hand, he had to take revenge for Su Ziceng.
With this purpose in mind, Qiu Zhi laboriously reassembled the invitation and caught the last flight to France on the morning of July 14th, hurrying over in a flurry.
Swearing and causing a scene was sothing Qiu Zhi had never done before. After he had fixed his tie and caught his breath, just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly sensed sothing was off.
Not far ahead, an excessively tall woman was looking at him with an impatient gaze. (Since Lin Ying was so tall, when Su Ziceng stood behind her, you’d easily lose sight of her if you weren’t careful.)
Qiu Zhi, at 1.72 ters tall and weighing 190 pounds, standing next to Lin Ying at 1.81 ters and 110 pounds, was like the Mariana Trench encountering Mount Everest.
The clueless fatty even grumbled, "These days, won are all over-nourished, no, wait, that figure clearly shows malnutrition. And with a Chinese face, she’s really losing face for China, trying to get rich and reaching a well-off society with that weight, she could rival a Kenyan refugee."
"Fatty," the Chinese woman whom Qiu Zhi had deed a Kenyan refugee let out a voice very familiar to him.
Qiu Zhi shivered and pointed at Lin Ying, having seen a bird speaking like a human but never a Kenyan refugee speaking like Su Ziceng.
"Here, fatty," Su Ziceng erged from behind Lin Ying, "You’re here for the engagent ceremony, aren’t you?"
"Yes... no," Qiu Zhi still had the shredded and then re-glued crumpled invitation in his hand, which he hastily stuffed into a random pocket, only to find after much effort that all the pockets of his suit today had been sewn shut.
He was really a human with a pig’s brain; how could he let Ziceng know about today’s engagent ceremony.
"Yes, it is," Lin Ying noted that they had been stuck outside the hotel for too long, attracting so attention. There were so dia at today’s wedding, and she didn’t want to draw unnecessary notice.
"Having an invitation ans we can get in," Lin Ying snatched the crumpled invitation letter, then with a swift movent, she leaned against Qiu Zhi, posing as his female companion.
Su Ziceng also ca to a realization and stood on the other side of Qiu Zhi.
"Ladies, you and this gentleman," the doorman was dumbfounded, not sure what to do, "one person can only bring one male or female guest."
"Don’t be tedious, his size, can one companion be enough?" Lin Ying’s reply was sharp and aggressive; she and Su Ziceng together were just enough for one Qiu Fatty.
Qiu Zhi was half-pulled and half-dragged inside by the two won. There weren’t many people in the hall; waiters and guests were all in the flower garden.
"Wait, Ziceng, you already know?" As they passed the huge photo poster, Qiu Zhi noticed that Su Ziceng didn’t glance at the wall, seemingly indifferent to the godlike couple depicted on it.
Su Ziceng did not stop, but Qiu Zhi hit the brakes hard, causing the two won beside him to stagger.
"What do you... want to do," Qiu Zhi nervously checked on Su Ziceng, worried she might turn her love into hatred and suddenly cause a scene with so lethal weapon up her sleeve.
"Sir," Lin Ying on Qiu Zhi’s left let out a "giggle," almost scaring the oil out of Qiu Zhi in shock, the tall woman sounded like an evil witch, "If your lover betrayed you and married another man, what would you do?"
"I... I," Qiu Zhi tried to free a hand to wipe his sweat, but he was practically suspended by the two won, "I would send my blessings."
"Ah," a shriek like slaughtering a pig, as Lin Ying dug fiercely into Qiu Zhi’s protruding belly.
"So I am also here to send my blessings," Su Ziceng smiled, showing the first heartfelt smile in several days. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for it with recomndation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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