Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 649 - 279: You Can’t Marry Him
At this moment, Lin Ying was gripping Qiu Zhi, holding him accountable for damaging the main gate. Sister Mu was also entangled by several groomsmen.
Hang Yishao could care less about brotherhood and rushed in front of Su Ziceng alone. Just as he was about to kneel on one knee, Jim at a crucial moment stepped forward laughing heartily, using the authentic Mo City dialect, he said: "This room is under my protection, if you want to pass, leave behind..."
Hang Yishao hadn’t even knelt down yet, but when he saw Jim rushing out, he quickly straightened his knees. This kneeling ceremony wasn’t something to be done lightly, it was either for one’s parents or ancestors, or reserved for punishments from one’s wife. He looked defensive, unsure of how to clear Jim, this stumbling block, out of the way.
As sissy as Jim was, he was still a man and brute force probably wouldn’t work. Hang Yishao thought hastily and reached for a red envelope, only then remembering that the red envelopes were with the groomsmen with him.
"What do you want?" Hang Yishao peered and inquired in front of Jim, continuously sending SOS signals to Su Ziceng.
Yan Wuxi was pulling at Su Ziceng, incessantly saying: "Sister Ziceng, you must make Brother Yishao suffer today, make sure he never dares to offend you again." Yan Wuxi was clever beyond his years, having previously heard from Yan Wuxu about the romantic escapades of Hang Yishao and Fei Qing, was now slyly instigating.
Hang Yishao dared not listen any further; looking at Su Ziceng’s face, which was ambiguously smiling, his heart grew anxious. He needed to break free from this predicament quickly.
Behind him, Qiu Zhi emitted pleas for mercy, while Lin Ying and Yan Wuxi’s siblings surrounded him, clapping their hands, demanding him to dance ""Fat Swan."" He shouted, "Please let me go, I’ll give you money, I’ll give you stocks, alright?"
Sister Mu was meanwhile confronting the several evidently lightweight groomsmen demanding opening red envelopes.
The situation was unfavorable for us; a swift battle was necessary. Hang Yishao wiped his sweat, looked at Su Ziceng again, and the strained expression on his face suddenly vanished completely. He flashed a grin and courteously said to Jim: "Brother Jim, please spare me this trouble."
This remark stunned both Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxi behind Jim. A few flushes of red appeared on Jim’s face, evidently overwhelmed by Hang Yishao’s electrifying smile.
Seeing Jim lose his momentum, Hang Yishao seized the moment, stretched out his long arm, pulled Jim over, and with a "smack", kissed him on the cheek. Jim’s mind and ears buzzed as if unaware of the gap that had formed beside him.
Just as Yan Wuxi was about to intervene, Hang Yishao grabbed Yan Wuxi’s face, "Wuxi, be good, let Brother Hang off this time, I’ll find you a good husband later." Hearing this, Yan Wuxi tactfully withdrew his hand.
Su Ziceng was yet to recover from Hang Yishao’s flurry of actions when he scooped her up by the waist and dashed towards the door.
"Hey," Lin Ying and Sister Mu, who were clapping, finally snapped back to reality and exclaimed in unison: "You haven’t proposed yet."
After a thousand and one proposals, Hang Yishao, eloping with his beauty, had a smile curling up on his lips. His arms didn’t feel sore or swollen from holding someone. The fulfillment he felt in his arms and chest transformed into a belated sense of happiness.
In the sunshine, the white wedding dress and the white suit enveloped them; the new bride’s grievances hadn’t even been voiced before they were smothered by the man’s kisses. Only when they got into the car did Hang Yishao let Su Ziceng down, their hands still clasped together.
"Marry me." Hang Yishao stated, refusing to accept any negative responses. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
"I had married you a long time ago," Su Ziceng’s tone held an indescribable emotion.
She spoke the utter truth. After hearing this, Hang Yishao hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I love you so much. Ziceng, whatever I do from now, it’s because I love you."
The wedding car’s driver looked ahead, seemingly oblivious to the heartfelt confessions from the man behind. The driver sat upright, his back forming a perfect ninety-degree angle with the driver’s seat, wholly focused, scanning the road ahead like an eagle guarding its terrain with tense nerves.
He had been instructed early in the morning to drive carefully all day. The Lincoln wedding car seemed ordinary, but its windows were made of thickened tempered glass, prepared by Hang Yishao after he was shot. At that time, he hadn’t envisioned that it would end up serving as a wedding car.
