Tang Yige paid no attention to anyone else, only staring fixedly at the host.
The host awkwardly swallowed, seeking Lei Yicheng’s approval.
Lei Yicheng’s deep eyes concealed a sharp edge, squinting slightly, nodding at the host.
The host took a deep breath, secretly cleared his throat, picked up the microphone, and said, "Today is Mr. Lei and Miss Tang’s joyous day, so here, I’d like to ask Mr. Lei, do you take this beautiful lady beside you as your wife?"
"I do!" Lei Yicheng responded without the slightest hesitation, his voice deep and resonant.
"Mr. Lei answered so firmly. It seems Mr. Lei is deeply in love with Miss Tang. Now, Miss Tang, do you take..."
"Tang Yige!"
Before the host could finish, Rong Sinan’s voice, like a beast’s roar, suddenly erupted from below the stage.
The host’s hand holding the microphone trembled, watching Tang Yige with bated breath.
Tang Yige’s tense jaw quivered nonstop, "Please continue!"
"Tang Yige! Dare you, dare you marry soone else!"
Rong Sinan was pushed to the extres of panic and fury.
Clenching his fists tightly, his bloodshot eyes glared at Tang Yige, hoarsely roaring.
Tang Yige’s other hand hanging by her side clenched her palm with her fingertips.
She took a deep breath, lightly lifted her chin, "I do..."
Bang——
"Brother..."
"Sinan..."
"Uncle, ah..."
With a sharp gunshot, terror spread through the crowd.
Tang Yige’s spine snapped straight, her breath evaporating in an instant.
The eyes under her veil widened, and after that gunshot, her ears heard nothing but a buzzing noise.
Her mind went blank.
Her heart montarily stopped beating.
Lei Yicheng’s eyes also widened abruptly, swiftly turning back, gazing below the stage.
Upon seeing the bright red on Rong Sinan’s thigh, Lei Yicheng gasped involuntarily.
Bang——
"Ah, ah... Mommy, mommy..."
Xixi, trembling in fear, cried and squeezed towards Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo felt her daughter’s trembling body and snapped back to reality from her panic, quickly reaching out to cover Xixi’s ears, though her hands couldn’t stop shaking, and tears began to fall in large drops.
Rong Zhengfeng’s legs turned weak, and he staggered backward, almost fainting on the spot.
Rong Mochen promptly supported Rong Zhengfeng, his deep black eyes tinged with redness, intently focused on Rong Zhengfeng.
Rong Zhengfeng couldn’t speak, only raising a hand and waving it forward.
In that mont, tears stread uncontrollably down Rong Zhengfeng’s aging face.
Rong Mochen clenched his fist, glancing at Huo Shaojun.
Huo Shaojun’s expression was solemn as he walked towards Rong Sinan along with Xiao Nanqing.
Rong Sinan’s forehead was covered in sweat, his lips pale as blood trickled down his left leg, leaving a deeper red on the red carpet.
He painfully lifted his sweat-drenched eyelids, staring at the still-turned-back Tang Yige, "Yiyi, did that vent your anger? Hmm?"
Hearing the weak voice from behind.
Tang Yige’s lips parted, breath returning, but tears surged uncontrollably from her eyes.
She suddenly turned around, looking at the man below the stage holding a gun, and upon seeing his bloodied left leg, she finally erupted, "Rong Sinan, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy?!"
Tang Yige cried and roared.
"I, Tang Yige, owe you Rong Sinan nothing in this life! Why do you hate so much, why can’t you stand to see happy? Today is my wedding! My wedding! Do you have any conscience left? Why are you causing a scene at my wedding? Get lost, get lost!"
Huo Shaojun and Xiao Nanqing approached, trying to help him leave, but Rong Sinan brushed them aside with the gun.
"Leave alone!" Rong Sinan’s eyes were cold as he glanced at Huo Shaojun and Xiao Nanqing, his voice hoarse.
"Brother, don’t be impulsive." Huo Shaojun glanced at the gun in his hand, his voice tense.
Xiao Nanqing’s eyes narrowed, also fixated on the gun in Rong Sinan’s hand.
Rong Sinan shook off the sweat on his forehead, laboriously lifting his gaze to stare at the brink-of-collapse Tang Yige, "Is that enough? Is your anger vented? If not, I’ll..."
"Madman! Madman!"
Tang Yige bent over, clutching her wedding dress, retreating, screaming hoarsely at Rong Sinan.
Rong Sinan’s pale lips twisted into a smile, slowly raising the gun to his temple.
"Ah..."
Tang Yige clutching her head scread, "Ah... sob..."
Tang Yige cried out in pain, feeling she was being tortured to death by him!
"Ah..."
"Yige."
Lei Yicheng, heart aching, stepped forward to embrace Tang Yige.
"Ah..."
Tang Yige struggled and writhed in his arms, her heart aching as she banged her forehead against Lei Yicheng’s chest.
"Ah... ooh..."
Why?
Why force her like this?!
Why does everyone want to pressure her?!
She just wants to live the rest of her life peacefully, she just wants to be a little kinder to herself, a little more forgiving.
Why is it so hard, why is it so hard...
"Ah..."
Suddenly.
Tang Yige forcefully pushed Lei Yicheng away, then rushed madly towards the audience.
Rong Sinan’s gaze quivered, dragging his bleeding left leg as he ran towards Tang Yige.
Tang Yige crashed straight into Rong Sinan’s arms.
Rong Sinan simultaneously reached out to tightly embrace Tang Yige’s waist, hot liquid fell from his eyes.
"Rong Sinan, Rong Sinan, kill then? You kill , just kill !"
Tang Yige mustered all her strength to clutch Rong Sinan’s shirt, grabbing and pulling forcefully, looking up and shouting at him.
Through the transparent thin veil, Rong Sinan saw Tang Yige’s face flushed with agony, her veins prominently visible on her forehead, liquid in his eyes falling even faster, "Yiyi, I love you, co with , co with ..."
"No, no, Rong Sinan, you’re forcing , you’re driving to death!"
Tang Yige felt she truly couldn’t live anymore, she really couldn’t!
She grabbed Rong Sinan’s hand holding the gun, "Rong Sinan, I’m begging you, please kill ? I’m going crazy, I’m really going crazy. I beg you, kill ."
"Yiyi..."
Rong Sinan held Tang Yige tighter, his voice hoarse to the extre, could no longer utter a word after calling Yige’s na.
"Ooh ooh... ooh ooh..."
Tang Yige leaned against his chest crying loudly, "I feel so uncomfortable, Rong Sinan, you make so uncomfortable."
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...
Rong Sinan repeated those three words countless tis in his heart.
"Wow ooh... ooh ooh..."
Yiyi...
Rong Sinan buried his face in Tang Yige’s neck, wet liquid dripping from his eyes into the nook of her neck.
Lei Yicheng stood on the stage, fists clenched tight, his knuckles almost visible under his skin.
He didn’t go down to separate Rong Sinan and Tang Yige.
Though every cell in his body wanted to do so!
But he didn’t!
The scene before him reaffird a fact.
Tang Yige still deeply loved Rong Sinan.
Rong Sinan likewise loved her.
They both loved each other.
What reason did he have to forcefully tear them apart?
Using his decade-long unrequited love for Yige?
Lei Yicheng found it laughable himself!
And today, his and Yige’s wedding, looked more and more like a ridiculous farce!
So Lei Yicheng left!
Left first.
He didn’t want the woman he deeply loved to be in difficulty.
Nor did he want to be left or abandoned like a pitiful creature.
So at this point in the play, his part should also close.
Watching Lei Yicheng’s departing silhouette.
Even a cold person like Nie Xiaoxing couldn’t help but sigh.
...
Ning Wenqing’s dical institution.
Because Lei Yicheng suffered from a gunshot wound, naturally he couldn’t be openly sent to a regular big hospital, hence a dical institution was the best choice.
Tang Yige waited on the chair outside the operating room.
Still in her wedding dress from the ceremony, the veil on her head was tied on Rong Sinan’s seated leg when she sent him to the dical institution earlier.
Rong Zhengfeng was severely affected, resting in the lounge receiving IV fluids.
Others stood outside the operating room, including Xixi and Hanhan.
Tang Yige’s eyes reddened, but her expression was almost numb.
Her hands remained on her thighs, gripping tight, as if desperately suppressing sothing.
Mu Yan couldn’t handle the shock brought by Rong Sinan and Tang Yige today, lying in Xiao Nanqing’s arms shedding silent tears.
Xiao Nanqing gently held her, when Mu Yan gasped in choking sobs, he raised his hand to lightly stroke her back, helping her ease her breath.
It was probably only at this mont that he could "peacefully coexist" with the little thing in his arms.
About an hour passed, the tightly closed surgery room finally slowly opened in front of everyone.
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