Chapter 212
“What do you mean by doing something I can’t tolerate?” the man asked her, eyebrows raised, eyes narrowing dangerously.
An Ruo didn’t answer; he should understand in his heart.
Tang Yuchen glanced at her exquisite appearance and the faint visibility of her chest, and he couldn’t help but smile and nod: “Indeed, we should cover you with a veil.”
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The sky was very blue, and the lush green grass was filled with guests.
9,999 champagne roses emitted a charming fragrance.
At the end of the red carpet stood the groom and bride of the day.
When the priest pronounced the bride’s name, all the guests were stunned. By the time they regained their senses, the groom and bride had already said “I do” and were exchanging rings.
The priest looked at the newlyweds with a smile, saying kindly, “Now, the groom may kiss the bride.”
Tang Yuchen’s thin lips curved slightly, his handsome face filled with joy as he leaned toward An Ruo, gingerly lifting her veil.
So close, he could see the tension and unease in An Ruo’s eyes, and her warning.
As the veil was lifted, her face was exposed!
“Baby, you should let everyone know that you are my wife,” Tang Yuchen whispered.
An Ruo gritted her teeth: “No, I don’t want to stand out! Tang Yuchen, if you dare lift it, I’m not done with you.”
The man smirked wickedly, “Then tonight in the bridal chamber, you take the initiative.”
“You…” An Ruo was both shocked and angry, “You jerk, I’ve already agreed to marry you, don’t push it too far!”
Tang Yuchen raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with mischief: “It’s okay if you don’t agree, after all, I would rather let the whole city know what my bride looks like today.”
If her appearance was exposed, how would she live in this city from now on?
Everywhere she went, reporters would recognize her, and she would completely lose any semblance of a private life.
An Ruo lowered her gaze, pondered for a while, and then nodded lightly: “Fine, I agree.”
The man’s eyes instantly brightened, a hint of unnoticeable anticipation in his gaze.
In his mind, the scene of An Ruo taking the initiative emerged. The mere thought tightened his lower abdomen.
Getting the answer he wanted, Tang Yuchen stopped lifting the veil, suddenly grasping her nape and, through the thick veil, pressed his lips to hers.
In the guest seats, a shocked Xu Huwen suddenly stood up, pointing at the bride and shouting: “She is An Ruo, not Yun Feixue, she is An Ruo!”
Yun Mu and Mr. Yun, who couldn’t clearly see the bride’s face, also recognized that it was An Ruo.
They all thought the priest had mispronounced the bride’s name, but it turned out it wasn’t a mistake; the bride really was An Ruo.
“Tang Yuchen, what is this! Where is my daughter, where is Feixue now?” Mr. Yun rose up, thundering in a shocked voice.
“Oh my god, how could this be, wasn’t the bride supposed to be my Feixue?” Yun Mu almost fainted.
The guests all snapped out of it, followed by whispering among themselves; the whole scene was in chaos.
An Ruo clutched Tang Yuchen’s sleeve tightly, her body tense.
She knew it, things would blow up and become uncontrollable.
This bastard Tang Yuchen, why did he have to be so recklessly willful!
Feeling An Ruo’s tension, Tang Yuchen appeared unruffled.
Suddenly, he swept her into his arms and faced the crowd lightly but authoritatively, “When did I ever say that my bride was Yun Feixue?”