Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 641 - 621: Grand Wedding (Part Two)
Why does it feel like Mrs. Huo and her ex—
still have some kind of lingering affection for each other?
The way that man looks at Mrs. Huo says it all, filled with deep love, as if he can see no one else in the entire world.
Although the murmurs of speculation were kept low, they still reached the ears of the man at the gift table, darkening his already somber face to an even more chilling extent.
At the same time, on Jiayi and Nie Yixiao’s side, a majestic male voice floated from afar:
"Thank you, Mr. Nie, for attending the wedding."
Under the watchful eyes of all, Huo Zhenyang, flanked by several bodyguards, descended like a king from the heavens, strode forward, and with an imperceptible turn, shielded his bride in front of him, then reached back to grasp her hand and pull her into his embrace.
Nie Yixiao looked at the man in front of him, claiming his dominion with his actions, "It’s an honor to attend the union of Huo Chu. I wish Mr. Huo a bright future in his career and success for thousands of miles."
At this remark, everyone seemed a bit puzzled.
Huo Zhenyang’s eyebrows also knitted together.
Usually, when attending someone’s wedding, you wish them a long and happy marriage, not a bright career and successful future.
Clearly, these words were not a heartfelt blessing.
Moreover, since he is a friend of the bride, there was no need for him to be so formal as to say it’s an honor to attend the union of the Huo and Liang families.
These words, between the lines, hinted that the marriage between Huo Zhenyang and Jiayi was merely a "union" for some ulterior motives, not genuinely a union of two hearts in love.
Jiayi felt sweat on her back, and from the corner of her eye, she could see an intense and irresistible coldness in the man beside her.
Contrary to her expectations, he showed no anger at Nie Yixiao’s words, but instead bent down to whisper sweetly in her ear, "The ceremony is about to start, are you nervous?"
The man’s behavior was full of possessiveness towards her.
Not minding at all that they were in public.
Jiayi felt as if her earlobe had been teasingly licked by him, although it was only for an instant so swift it could not be concealed, her face immediately burned red!
You pervert!
She realized he was doing it on purpose to provoke Nie Yixiao.
She struggled a little in the broad palm of his hand, but he clasped her delicate hand even more tightly and arrogantly pressed into it, giving her no chance to pull away.
Ultimately disheartened, afraid that if she did not comply with his wishes, he would do something even more outrageous, she murmured, "I’m fine."
"Fine? So, you are a bit nervous?" he raised an eyebrow.
Before she could answer, he swiftly leaned in to kiss her lips.
The crowd gasped in surprise and envy, and when they realized what was happening, they burst into applause.
In front of the guests in the church, he bent her into a slight arc, held her waist, and pressed his face against hers, stirring her tender lips, unabashedly asserting his ownership over her.
Not until she was gasping for breath, nearly suffocating, did he let go of her, and with a lifted eyebrow, he asked, "Does this help with the nervousness?"
All eyes in the church were fixed upon them.
Jiayi felt a burning heat on her body, bit her lip, which felt slightly swollen and ached with the sweet scent he left behind, yet she could only respond like a soft, boneless kitten, "I’m fine now."
"Don’t I deserve a title?" he complained, his voice soft in her ear.
Taking a deep breath, she sweetly repeated, "I’m fine... Husband."
The word was not loud, but it was clear enough for the nearby Nie Yixiao to hear very well.
"Good girl," he cooed, tenderly tucking a stray lock of hair that had come loose from her passionate kiss back under her veil, unabashedly pampering her in front of her ex-lover as if she was a pet kitten.
Nie Yixiao’s expression shifted ever so slightly, but he did not show much emotion. Accompanied by two subordinates, he walked back to his seat and sat down.
The wedding ceremony officially began.
The father handed his daughter over to the groom, they exchanged rings, took vows...
Everything proceeded so smoothly, yet Jiayi was clearly distracted.
That fierce kiss, almost bordering on sadistic, kept her from coming back to her senses even now.
To the guests, that kiss represented romantic affection, but she knew that it signified the man’s anger had reached a peak.
Indeed, as they left the church and got into the wedding car on their way to the banquet, Huo Zhenyang’s prior tenderness was gone without a trace. His face continued to sulk, not uttering a single word the entire way.
He was silent, and she didn’t know what to say until they were almost at the hotel hosting the guests when she murmured, "You did agree to let Nie Yixiao attend the wedding."
A chill flashed across his brow.
Yes, he had agreed to let Nie Yixiao attend the wedding, but he hadn’t agreed to such a tender display at the church door.
It was as though he’d become the tyrant, abducting the chaste woman and ruthlessly breaking up lovers!
Should the two, unable to restrain themselves even in public, be even more intensely intimate in private?
"Stop the car."
With a single infuriated command from the man, the white Lamborghini lead wedding car sharply halted on the road!
George was at the driver’s seat. Since he had picked up Jiayi that morning, he had sensed something off between the two, a spark that seemed barely there. Later, upon encountering Nie Yixiao at the church, the tension between the Boss and his wife grew even more apparent.
Today, the Mayor of Yunling City was getting married, and the whole city was under security measures, the roads clear and unobstructed.
Luxury cars including the Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce Phantom, and Ferrari 458 formed the wedding convoy, with a Porsche Cayenne following closely as the camera car, escorting them along the way from the church to the hotel.
The luxurious fleet, like a majestic dragon, surged towards the hotel at high speed.
The moment the lead wedding car stopped, the vehicles behind—including the bodyguard cars, the bridesmaids’ car, the camera car, and the reporters’ cars that followed—all came to an abrupt stop!
Everyone was unclear about what had just happened and gazed forward in surprise.
Inside the car, Huo Zhenyang lifted a hand to grasp her chin firmly: "The man by your side today, you wish it were him, don’t you?"
She turned her face away: "Drive. I don’t want to argue with you."
Could she not even bear to look at him because of her guilt?
He twisted her face back towards him, cocking his noble chin slightly as he continued to tease, "Perhaps the real reason you rejected me time and again was not that you weren’t ready, but rather—"
Leaning towards her delicate young earlobe, every word he uttered could make her burn with embarrassment: "—it’s because you want to give yourself to him, right? What, are you so sure his ’skills’ would be better than mine?"
Jiayi, infuriated and ashamed, pushed him away with unexpected strength: "Mr. Huo, if you don’t want to get married, I’ll get out right now."
He let out a cold laugh and captured the hand she’d placed on the car door into his grasp: "Not get married? So you can just run off and live cosily with your old flame? In this lifetime, even if you die, you’ll die in my arms, Little Kitten."
Having said that, he shouted forward, "Drive!"
The grand and noble procession of wedding cars continued to race forward on the road.
*****
The hotel chosen for the wedding banquet remained the Shengjing Grand Hotel, the best in all of Yunling.
The wedding banquet took over the entire hotel’s banquet hall, with high-ranking officials, magnates, and notable figures from the business community all in attendance.
