Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online Chapter 622 - 625: He’s Going to Have a Wedding. Let’s See W

"You’re leaving so soon?" She stretched languidly. Suddenly rembering sothing, she sat up quickly and looked at his hand up and down, "You’re not on an IV drip anymore?"

Gu Shaocheng raised his eyebrows and smirked. "Yes, I hate IV drips the most. Actually, um... you can’t tell anyone else, I’ll let you in on this secret."

She blinked, nodding seriously.

Gu Shaocheng leaned in close to her ear. "I’m really afraid of drips, especially the mont the needle enters the vein. I want to scream. But given my status, you know, if I were to scream, I’d be a laughing stock."

Chenxing was silent for a mont, then said, "I can do the IV for you in the future then. I’m quite skilled, most people don’t feel the pain. Back in Liberia, kids preferred if I did it."

Gu Shaocheng had an expression that couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to laugh or cry. He patted her head, thinking: How is she so easily tricked?

However, in the next mont when he let her go, he shook his head seriously. "I’d rather you take good care of and keep from falling ill. I don’t want to be put on the needle."

Chenxing slapped her forehead. "Oh right, how could I have overlooked that."

The young girl clung tightly to his arm, snuggled adorably against him, and secretly made up her mind: to take good care of him and not let him have to be on a drip.

"How’s the injury on your forehead? Did you apply fresh dicine? Let check."

Touched, Gu Shaocheng picked her up and peppered her with kisses. "My girl is so thoughtful, worrying about . How should I repay you?"

Before she could answer, he held her close again. "It seems the only way is to dedicate myself to you."

Chenxing wiped the saliva off her face, stuck her tongue out at him, and delicately unwrapped the bandage on his forehead, examining the wound.

The scrape had ford a scab.

The young girl put on her shoes. "I’ll go get a first-aid kit from Doctor Tian."

Once Chenxing left his side, Gu Shaocheng’s expression imdiately darkened. His mind was full of thoughts. When he returned, he had many things to do: most importantly, hold a ghost wedding for his parents.

Perhaps, this single event would face many obstacles.

Gu Shaocheng guessed correctly. When he announced his plan to stage a grand ghost wedding around the New Year, the elders of the Gu family were up in arms.

In a somber family eting of the Gu family, several stern-faced elders were seated.

Suddenly, the sound of broken glass echoed, quickly followed by a palm violently slapped onto the Eight Immortals table.

"What? He wants to host a ghost wedding? In three days? The wedding invitations have already been sent out?"

"This is outrageous!"

"It’s simply preposterous!"

"He thinks he can run the entire Gu Family on his own terms?"

"He actually wants to bring a deceased mistress into the family and hold a ghost wedding during the holidays. How are we, the Gu Family, supposed to maintain our dignity?"

"A bastard will always be a bastard. No matter how much he wants to give himself a legitimate status, it won’t change the facts!"

"Exactly, we can’t tolerate this! Is it that easy to enter our ancestral hall?"

The elders were arguing heatedly, their faces red and their necks thick with anger. At that mont, a man with an air of arrogance strolled in leisurely.