Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 666 - 270: You Can’t Marry Him
At this moment, Lin Ying was grabbing Qiu Zhi, demanding accountability for crashing into the gate. Sister Mu was also being entangled by several groomsmen.
Hang Yishao couldn’t care less about bro code, and he rushed up to Su Ziceng. Just as he was about to kneel on one leg, Jim, standing by at the critical moment, stepped forward vigorously, using the authentic Mo City dialect to say, "This room is guarded by me; if you want to pass, leave behind..."
Hang Yishao’s knee hadn’t touched the ground yet when Jim suddenly darted out. Hastily straightening his knee, such kneeling wasn’t to be done lightly—it’s either for parents and ancestors or reserved for punishment by the wife. He was on high alert, unsure of how to clear this obstacle called Jim.
Even if effeminate, Jim is still a man; using force probably wouldn’t work. Hang Yishao thought hurriedly, trying to fetch another red envelope. Only then did he remember that all the red envelopes were with the groomsmen who accompanied him.
"What do you want?" Hang Yishao craned his neck in front of Jim, sending continuous SOS signals to Su Ziceng.
Yan Wuxi, who stood by Su Ziceng’s side, kept saying, "Sister Ziceng, you must give Brother Yishao a hard time today, so he never dares offend you again." Yan Wuxi, small but crafty, had heard about Hang Yishao and Fei Qing’s romantic escapades from Yan Wuxu and was now scheming on the side.
Hang Yishao couldn’t bear to listen anymore; looking at the smile on Su Ziceng’s face that was not quite a smile, he became anxious, needing to break free quickly.
Behind him, Qiu Zhi issued pleas for mercy. Lin Ying and Yan Wuxi’s younger brothers surrounded him, clapping a beat, insisting he dance the "Fat Swan." He protested, "Spare me, I’ll give you money, shares too, alright?"
Sister Mu, on the other hand, faced off against several groomsmen who obviously didn’t measure up, incessantly demanding opening red envelopes.
The situation was unfavorable for our side; we had to fight a quick battle. Hang Yishao wiped off his sweat. Glancing at Su Ziceng again, the tension on his face suddenly vanished. He flashed a toothy smile and said politely to Jim, "Brother Jim, don’t be hard on me."
This sentence stunned Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxi standing behind Jim. Jim’s face flushed with several spots of red; clearly, he was slayed 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 planted a kiss on his face with a "smack." Jim’s head and ears simultaneously buzzed, and he was unaware of the gap that appeared beside him.
Just as Yan Wuxi was about to block him, Hang Yishao reached out and pinched Yan Wuxi’s face, "Wuxi, be good, let Brother Hang off just this once. Later on, I’ll find you a good husband." Yan Wuxi, upon hearing this, sensibly let go.
Before Su Ziceng could react to Hang Yishao’s series of actions, she was scooped up around the waist by him and he ran towards the door.
"Hey," Lin Ying and Sister Mu, who were keeping the rhythm, finally snapped back to reality, shouting together, "You haven’t proposed yet."
"I’ve proposed a thousand times," said Hang Yishao, beaming as he walked, his arms not sore from carrying someone. That fulfilling feeling on his arms and chest turned into a belated sense of happiness.
The white wedding dress and the white suit, under the sunshine, the bride’s pouting hadn’t made it out before being covered by the man’s lips. Only when they got in the car did Hang Yishao set Su Ziceng down, their hands still holding each other.
"Marry me." Hang Yishao used a declarative tone, not accepting any negative answers.
"I married you a long time ago," Su Ziceng spoke with an indescribable tenderness in her voice.
"I love you very much, Ziceng, no matter what I do next, it’s because I love you," Hang Yishao said, tightening his embrace around her and whispering in her ear.
The wedding car’s driver kept his focus on the road ahead, apparently not hearing the man’s emotional confession at all. Sitting very upright, his back was completely separated from the driver’s seat, forming a perfect right angle. From the moment the newlyweds got into the car, he had been fully concentrated, scouting the road conditions ahead with an eagle-like gaze, his entire body tensed up.
Early in the morning, he’d been instructed by the young master to drive carefully. The Lincoln wedding car looked ordinary, but its windows were made of thickened tempered glass, prepared by Hang Yishao after being shot. At that time, he hadn’t thought that this car would end up playing the role of a wedding car.
