Sowhere in London, United Kingdom.
Jiao Yang, who had been knocked unconscious, slowly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the cruise ship on the large screen in front of him. He struggled instinctively.
"You missed the most exciting mont, and I think it’s necessary to replay it for you."
Luo Ke smiled and pressed the remote control, the image on the screen quickly rewound, then stopped and started again.
Amidst the fluttering petals, Luo Xiaoqian slowly walked to Leng Zimo’s side.
The priest asked Leng Zimo, and Leng Zimo answered that he was willing, then he turned to look at Luo Xiaoqian.
"Ms. Luo Xiaoqian, are you willing to marry Leng Zimo and beco his wife, according to the teachings of the Bible, to walk alongside him, be united with him in the eyes of God, love him, comfort him, respect him, protect him... whether in sickness or in health, in poverty or in wealth, to be faithful to him always, until parted by death?"
Seeing this scene, Jiao Yang just focused on watching Luo Xiaoqian on the screen, waiting for her answer.
"Willing, willing, willing..." he whispered in his heart.
However, Luo Xiaoqian hesitated.
Seeing Luo Xiaoqian’s hesitation on the screen, Jiao Yang’s heart sank instantly, and a sense of foreboding rose within him.
...
"I... I’m not willing! I’m sorry... Zimo, I’m sorry... I can’t marry you!"
...
Upon hearing Luo Xiaoqian utter these words, Jiao Yang was almost driven mad with anger.
He struggled fiercely, his eyes burning with anger as he looked at Luo Ke.
"Despicable!"
Even though he was unconscious and unaware of what had happened, such a scenario clearly showed that Luo Ke used him as a threat to coerce Luo Xiaoqian not to agree to Leng Zimo.
Imagining how she felt when she said she was unwilling, Jiao Yang felt a searing pain in his heart.
That girl, that little princess who was supposed to happily extend her hand and let Leng Zimo place the wedding ring she’d awaited for five years on her finger, why should she endure this?!
"Don’t be hasty, the best part is still to co!" Luo Ke lifted a finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture to him, "Listen carefully..."
Through the speakers, Luo Xiaoqian’s voice ca.
"Because... because... the one I love... isn’t you... I... I want to marry Jiao Yang, I can’t lose him!"
"You!" Jiao Yang’s vision went black, and he almost fainted, "You... you are the most despicable person I’ve ever t, no, you’re not even human, you’re a devil!"
Luo Ke slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted to hear?"
Jiao Yang could hardly speak, filled with both anger and pain.
Yes, it was what he dreamt of, but he wanted to hear her say it sincerely, not in such circumstances.
"Luo Ke!" Jiao Yang gritted his teeth, forcing out cold words from between his teeth, "I promise, you will die a terrible death."
Luo Ke laughed coldly, "Better worry about saving your own life first."
Jiao Yang narrowed his eyes, glaring at him with murderous intent.
He couldn’t understand, on that night, clearly, he had already crashed, and even Leng Zimo had said they found his body, so how could such an insidious and despicable guy still be alive?!
"Oh..." Luo Ke stood up and walked over to him, "I see doubt in your eyes, you must be wondering why I’m not dead, right?!"
Jiao Yang didn’t speak; he didn’t want to say a word to this devil-like man in front of him.
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