She didn’t like her private thoughts being captured as if they were a landscape.
Luo Xi sought an escape, but suddenly felt as if thorns pricked her back.
She slowly turned around, knowing from which direction those dark eyes, wishing to tear her apart, were glaring. She could only straighten her back and strive to maintain her inherent pride.
Yan Fengchi clenched his fists, half his stern face shadowed, realizing the woman had turned around. In an instant, his gaze turned as cold as frost, and between blinks, his expression was unhard.
Calm and composed, with a face devoid of emotion.
Behind him, cannons of celebration roared into the sky.
Wen Jingru and Bai Wuqing had already exchanged rings. Wuqing, overjoyed with marrying the beauty, responded to the crowd’s enthusiasm and passionately kissed his bride in public.
At the venue, the atmosphere had exploded...
Unexpectedly, the evening banquet was even more grand.
Table by table, toasting ensued. The bride and groom were fine, but it was tough on the groomsn and bridesmaids.
Chenxing was not allowed to drink, but the other bridesmaids weren’t so lucky. Among them, Luo Xi and Yan Fengchi were the most proactive, desperately blocking drinks for the bride and groom, treating alcohol like water.
Later on, even Bai Wuqing noticed sothing off about his friends.
Wen Jingru advised Luo Xi to drink less, but Luo Xi shook her head, boldly grabbed a glass, and downed it in one go.
Her tolerance was high. "Jingru, it’s your wedding today, I’m happy."
"Fengchi, you drink less."
"Brother, it’s rare that you marry. If I don’t drink freely, how can I be your brother?"
Bai Wuqing had no choice but ultimately had to ask Gu Shaocheng to intervene.
Without another word, Gu Shaocheng directly supported Yan Fengchi away; anwhile, soone was called to take Luo Xi away.
Outside the banquet hall, under a streetlight illuminating Yan Fengchi’s face intermittently due to a wiring issue, his mood flickered just as the light did.
Gu Shaocheng took out a cigarette and offered one to him, but he didn’t take it. Gu Shaocheng then kicked him lightly, "What’s going on? Wanted to throw a tantrum at the banquet or in front of ?"
Yan Fengchi looked up at his elder brother, his posture softened, and he unceremoniously sat down on the ground, "Throat hurts, don’t want to smoke."
"Is it your throat that hurts, or your heart?"
"Neither."
"Behave!" Gu Shaocheng huffed, looking down at him, "Clear your head at the door before you go back in."
He turned to go back, but a few steps away, a muffled voice behind him said, "Brother, I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble over Luo Xi."
"Do I care?"
Gu Shaocheng stepped back, his gaze falling on his head.
Yan Fengchi looked down, "I know you hate manipulations the most."
"It’s no big deal. If because of this you keep giving Luo Xi weird looks, it’s entirely unnecessary. Luo Xi is Chenxing’s cousin; naturally, I would handle her matters," Gu Shaocheng thought then lightly smiled, "A woman being a bit clever isn’t a bad thing."
"Alright, I will handle this matter. It’s just soone died, even I, Gu Shaocheng, don’t care about that. Why keep a stern face at others all day, who are you showing?"
"It’s not really about that," Yan Fengchi felt irritable inside, struggling to explain, "It’s just seeing her annoys ."
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