"Xiangxiang," Chu Lian’s voice was sexy and full of magnetism.
Upon hearing that voice, Wang Xiangxiang’s heart clenched in pain—it was the voice of the man she yearned for day and night.
She lifted her head and saw him standing at the door. He had co, he had rushed over the day before her wedding. Why did he have to co? She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist falling into his arms again.
Chu Lian’s arrival also surprised Xiaoxiao. Could it be that Acheng had found him? But didn’t it seem a little late now?
At that mont, Chu Lian’s eyes saw only Wang Xiangxiang; no one else existed for him. He walked towards her, step by step, until he stood before her, and with his trembling voice, he said, "Xiangxiang, are you really going to marry Han Yongsheng?"
Seeing this situation, Xiaoxiao felt it was necessary to give them space. She signaled everyone with her eyes, and the family quietly left the room.
Inside the room, only Wang Xiangxiang and Chu Lian were left.
Chu Lian continued to ask with a heartache, "Xiangxiang, didn’t we agree? Wait for to co back to propose. Why are you marrying Han Yongsheng?"
He didn’t want to believe it, but when he arrived at the Yang Family house and saw the banquet in the courtyard, and the red silk hung on the main gate, he had to face the truth no matter how unwilling he was—the Xiangxiang he liked was about to marry soone else.
At this mont, Wang Xiangxiang’s heart throbbed violently. She feared that the facade she had maintained for so many days would completely collapse in front of his questioning.
No, she couldn’t let her efforts be in vain—she was just one step away.
She tried her best to calm herself, her face adorned with a feigned smile. She lifted her head, looked straight into his eyes, "Young Master Chu, yes, I am going to marry Han Yongsheng."
Hearing her say it herself, Chu Lian’s heart ached unbearably. He felt the Xiangxiang before him was not the sa person. Her tone made him feel so alienated. He roared in a low voice, "Why?"
Seeing his painful expression, Wang Xiangxiang’s heart was in turmoil, but she had to do this. She couldn’t let him be humiliated; she had to let him give up on her. He deserved a better woman.
"Young Master Chu, during the one month you were away, Han Yongsheng and I got along very well. He is more considerate than you, better at taking care of people. I am very happy with him. In contrast, every ti with you, we were always arguing. So, after thinking it over, I feel he is the better choice."
Hearing Wang Xiangxiang’s words, Chu Lian’s mind buzzed, his legs wobbled—had she fallen for soone else in the month he was away? Did she not like him anymore? But she had clearly told him she liked him that night.
No, she couldn’t marry soone else; he couldn’t live without her. He stepped forward excitedly, grabbing Wang Xiangxiang’s shoulders, and pleaded eagerly, "Xiangxiang, I’ll never argue again, I’ll do everything your way, just don’t marry him, please?"
Listening to Chu Lian’s pleading, Wang Xiangxiang felt she could hardly keep up her resolve. She struggled to say sothing heartless, "Young Master Chu, I am now Han Yongsheng’s bride-to-be. Please show so respect."
Chu Lian nearly shouted out, "No, you are not his; you are mine."
After saying that, he pressed his lips forcefully against Wang Xiangxiang’s in a kiss. The sudden kiss caught her off guard, and she nearly succumbed. But she knew she couldn’t. She hastily broke free, tears already streaming down her face.
She looked at Chu Lian with eyes as cold as ice and said once more with resolve, "Don’t make hate you."
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