To Hell With Your Wedding, I'm Not Getting Married Anymore

Onherweddingday,GuJinhanwalkedinonherfiancé,LuJingchen,playingbrideandgroomwithhischildhoodsweetheart.Infrontoftheguests,hecasuallyspokeofconsummatingtheir“marriage,”allthewhileassuminghisrealfiancéewasbusyputtingonhergown,justminutesawayfrommarryinghim.DidGuJinhanlosehertemper?Notatall.Withacarefreeflickofherhand,shedecided:Tohellwiththiswedding—I’mnotgettingmarried.LuJingchen,however,wascertainherloveforhimwasabsolute.Hebelievedthatnomatterwhat,shewouldcomeback—beggingtomarryhim,willingtotoleratehisambiguousentanglementwithhischildhoodsweetheart.Thatis,untilthedaysheappearedattheCivilAffairsBureau—stunninginawhiteweddingdress,handinhandwithanotherman.Forthefirsttime,thereckless,freedom-lovingLuJingchenlostcontrol.Hestagedthegrandestweddingimaginable,droppedtooneknee,andvowedeternaldevotion,pleadingwithhertomarryhim.ButGuJinhanonlysmiledradiantly,herlipspressedsweetlyagainstthemanwhowasnowherhusband.LuJingchen’seyesburnedred.Hisfistsclenchedasthoughhecouldshattertheworldinhisfury.Leaninglightlyagainstherhusband’sshoulder,GuJinhanfixedhimwithacool,unyieldinggaze.“LuJingchen,Idon’thavetimetoentertainyourtantrums.MyhusbandandIhaveacelebrationwaitingforusinournewlywedsuite.”