Chapter 61 Disappointment

"The reason for getting married...maybe out of spite."

In the Yi family courtyard, the mountains and rivers are arranged in an orderly manner. Jiang Siyue has no time to appreciate them. Her eyes wander casually and she sees some "familiar" faces that she has seen on TV.

After daydreaming for a while, someone came up to greet him. It seemed to be Zhao Yan's high school classmate.

Jiang Siyue smiled politely, nodded slightly, and turned her head away with no interest.

Zhao Yan saw her indifference and did not introduce her identity again. He turned around and answered Dong Minglei. This guy is a chatterbox. He refused to listen when he was asked to talk in high school. He is a regular contestant in the last row. Once he starts talking, he can't stop.

Jiang Siyue turned her head and happened to meet Zhang Ying not far away. Zhao Yunshan was standing beside her, and there were several middle-aged men in front of her.

Zhang Ying quickly waved at her, and the other middle-aged men also looked over. Jiang Siyue turned her head slightly, ready to ask Zhao Yan's opinion, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the eyes of his high school classmate, which was full of contempt.

There was a prick in his heart, and the question on his lips turned into "Mom is calling me, I'll go over there." After that, regardless of Zhao Yan's reaction, he quietly pulled his hand away. The moment he turned around and left, a cold wind blew in his face, making his heart tremble with coldness.

He clasped his hanging hands lightly, sighed inwardly, "It's so cold," and quickened his pace.

Zhao Yan did not miss her extremely slight shrinking. He frowned and searched for the servants in the room with his eyes.

"Zhao Yan, is this your female companion? Why did you bring her to attend the Yi family's wedding banquet..."

Zhao Yan's pupils darkened quickly. A servant happened to pass by. He suppressed his anger temporarily and slowly asked the servant to get a shawl for Jiang Siyue. Then he looked at Dong Minglei with his eyelids half opened. His cold voice blended with the cold wind in the yard.

"That's my wife." Zhao Yan remembered that Dong Minglei's father also attended Linglong's shareholders' meeting, and said wearily, "Didn't your father give you full notice?

"What does this have to do with my dad?" Dong Minglei was completely confused. "Did you invite my dad to your wedding?"

"There was no wedding." Zhao Yan didn't want to say more to him. He kept his eyes on Jiang Siyue. In just two sentences, Zhang Ying took her away to talk to him. She had her back to him and was wearing the same shawl as the female guests in the courtyard.

"Why don't you do it?" Dong Minglei was speechless. "In our circle, if you don't hold a wedding, who will know you're getting married? Look at the Yi family this time, they're forcing it to go ahead."

Zhao Yan's eyebrows moved, and he said casually: "It's troublesome. Neither she nor I want to be a monkey."

"Tsk!" Dong Minglei said disdainfully. He put his arm around Zhao Yan's shoulders and said nonchalantly, "It's you who doesn't want to do it! The girl is probably just trying to please you. You and I don't know that you're a person who never compromises. Who can ask you to do that..."

Zhao Yan was too lazy to listen any further and brushed his hand away, "Shut up."

Dong Minglei waved his hands nonchalantly and continued, "Look around, which girl doesn't want to have a wedding..."

Zhao Yan tilted his head to look in the direction of Jiang Siyue. She was no longer there. He didn't know where Zhang Ying and Zhao Yunshan had taken her. Dong Minglei was still chattering in his ear, "Don't use your own preferences as the criterion. You have to ask more often. Some girls are just shy and embarrassed. You have to be more considerate of girls' feelings, okay..."

Zhao Yan retracted his gaze from outside, glanced at him coldly, and opened his lips slightly, "Shut up."

Dong Minglei: "...Don't leave, Yi Er asked me to come find you."

Zhao Yan changed direction and left with Dong Minglei.

In the hall, Jiang Siyue followed Zhang Ying and Zhao Yunshan, listening to Zhang Ying introducing the identities of the people in front of her. She obediently called out to them and acted like a typical yes-man.

"Mr. Zhang, no wonder you've been hiding your daughter-in-law from the public and not holding a wedding..." The middle-aged man with Mediterranean hair paused and looked her up and down for a moment. "The girl is too shameless. She needs to be brought out more often to see the big occasion."

These people are all big business tycoons in Yunjing. They know who the daughter of each family is. When they see Jiang Siyue's unfamiliar face, they immediately know that she is not from a high-class family.

Zhang Ying heard the contempt in his words and said quickly, "Our daughter Siyue is still in school. Planning a wedding is such a hassle! Mr. Li, you're really impressive now. You're starting to inherit Liu Chuanhua's legacy."

Liu Chuanhua is a famous gossiper and biter in Yunjing. When compared to this, Li Song almost lost his composure. He said a few quick words and left.

After the Mediterranean man left, Zhang Ying wanted to drag her to the next one. Jiang Siyue couldn't hold on any longer and quickly found a chance to refuse, "Mom and Dad, I have something to do with Zhao Yan."

"Okay, then you go first."

Watching the two departing figures, Jiang Siyue breathed a sigh of relief, shoved her hands into her coat pockets, and slowly followed the flow of people. She had been tossing and turning all night, exhausted both mentally and physically. The warm sun overhead only made her sleepier.

The servants' excited conversation came to her ears, and they were whispering about how beautiful the bride was. Jiang Siyue's mind flashed with An Lin's face, and her heart was calm.

The nerves in the brain are like torn springs, losing the ability to fluctuate.

Zhao Yan didn't know where he was right now. Was he catching up with An Lin? Did Zhao Yan know that the bride was An Lin? If he didn't know, what would he have thought the moment he saw An Lin? Would he have regretted standing next to An Lin instead of himself?

"Sister! Sister!"

A clear voice interrupted the questions that popped up in Jiang Siyue's mind. Xu Wangxing ran to her like a gust of wind, with a red nose. He wore a crisp black suit under his black coat, looking much less childish than usual.

"Sister, I called you so many times but you ignored me. What were you thinking about?!" Xu Wangxing walked beside her naturally. His clear eyes were bright and penetrating, which made Jiang Siyue feel relieved. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he said, "I was in a daze. I wasn't thinking about anything."

Xu Wangxing turned his head to look at her, the distance was just right, close but not too ambiguous, his eyes were fixed on her, his dark pupils looked a warm amber in the sunlight.

Jiang Siyue was confused by his stare, frowning and showing a helpless smile, "What's wrong?"

Xu Wangxing nodded thoughtfully a few times, stood up straight, took two quick steps and stood in front of Jiang Siyue, walked backwards, and said mysteriously: "If you don't want to say it, then I won't ask any more questions."

Jiang Siyue was stunned for a moment, and the next second, she heard him say, "But I'm not someone who can be fooled."

Jiang Siyue laughed, her eyelashes drooped as she thought for a moment, then when she raised her eyes again, the smile on her lips widened. "It's a bit cold today, I'm just chilled. You little brat, you're overthinking it."

As soon as the word "little brat" came out, a hint of sinisterness flashed in Xu Wangxing's warm eyes, but it was quickly covered by brightness, "If you are cold, I can just take care of it."

Xu Wangxing took off his coat and pretended to put it on Jiang Siyue. Jiang Siyue took two steps back, her eyes full of resistance, "No, you wear it yourself. I have a shawl, I'm not cold anymore."

"Please wear it, it's warm, please don't look down on me, sister."

"No." Jiang Siyue waved her hand, "I really don't need it."

After a stalemate, Xu Wangxing took back his clothes but did not put them back on.

After crossing the courtyard, there was a deep and dark corridor. The noisy voices suddenly disappeared. Jiang Siyue dared to go in only after confirming that there were servants moving around. Xu Wangxing insisted on going with her. His behavior was very measured. Jiang Siyue could not find any reason to refuse, so she had to let him go.

"Sister, I heard that Second Sister-in-law Yi was a staunch non-marriageist before, but I didn't expect her to change for Second Brother Yi. Not only did she get married, she even agreed to hold a wedding. It's really touching."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Siyue suddenly thought of the few words she heard on Ginkgo Avenue yesterday, tracing back to the origin of "anti-marriageism"... Jiang Siyue stopped her associations and tightened her shawl.

"Sister, many of my classmates say they don't believe in marriage. They seem quite determined. I wonder if they will get married in the future." Xu Wangxing said innocently and simply, leading Jiang Siyue through corridor after corridor. "They must really love each other to get married."

"No." Jiang Siyue realized that she had interrupted him and felt inexplicably irritated. When she found that Xu Wangxing was still waiting for her answer, she sighed and turned away, saying, "Maybe he was just being angry."

Xu Wangxing blinked, and the smile on his face deepened. "Sister, you're right."

Jiang Siyue smiled faintly and did not continue the topic. She looked around and saw that the servants on the road were becoming fewer and fewer. She was about to say hello to Xu Wangxing and ask him to turn around, but she caught a glimpse of two familiar figures out of the corner of her eye.

He stopped involuntarily, looking past the pillar and staring at Zhao Yan and An Lin at the corner of the corridor. They were facing him sideways, the expressions on their faces were unclear, and his conversation could only be barely heard.

There were two voices arguing wildly in her heart. One was telling Jiang Siyue to leave quickly, saying that this was Zhao Yan's private matter and she should trust him to handle it. The other was telling her to stay and feel safe only when she could see the facts with her own eyes.

As the two voices battled, a faint conversation could be heard.

An Lin: "I will get married. You must be very disappointed."

Zhao Yan didn't say anything and remained silent, his indifferent expression didn't change at all.

An Lin didn't make a fuss. She raised her eyebrows, curled her lips, and said, "After all, I was so determined to say I wasn't a marriage advocate, but then I turned around and betrayed our agreement. So, I'm not angry if you get married now."

Zhao Yan raised his eyelids and looked at her for a moment, "You used Yi Er as an excuse to ask me to come here just to talk about this."

"Yeah." An Lin nodded, her brows serious. "I'm telling you I'm not angry. I just hope you'll get a divorce out of spite."

The clear and bright tone even sounded a bit playful, but when it fell into Jiang Siyue's ears, it made her body feel cold, and the shawl on her body had been pulled to pieces.

Xu Wangxing, who was standing by, saw her nails digging into the flesh, her lips tightly pursed, and her raised hand wanting to move but not daring to.

He was not qualified, and she would certainly reject such an out-of-bounds move.

"An Lin, you are already in your thirties, and you are still as childish as you were when you were in school?" Zhao Yan stared at the person in front of him with a cold expression, his eyes full of undisguised disdain.

When she was studying, An Lin was lively and generous. She had a lot of fun in the study abroad circle. After knowing Zhao Yan's difficulties, she often helped him. At first, Zhao Yan also regarded her as a powerful senior sister. Later, as they got along, Zhao Yan discovered her weird heart.

Everything Anlin does is for attention. Men and women alike must like her. Once they show that they are not interested in her and refuse to be friends with her, she will become more and more persistent in getting closer to this person in the hope of "changing their heart."

A long time ago, Zhao Yan had not thanked her for being polite. Looking back now, he felt that his choice was right. Even staying here to listen to her talk was a waste of time. He turned around and wanted to leave in a hurry, but she stepped forward to stop him.

"Zhao Yan!" An Lin's face was brimming with anger, and her beautiful makeup became distorted, looking particularly strange. "Tell me, is your anti-marriage stance because of me?"

The silence lasted for two seconds, and Zhao Yan's voice clearly reached Jiang Siyue's ears.

"yes."

With great force.

An Lin smiled happily, "Admit it, you got married because of me."

Before she finished speaking, she immediately tiptoed forward. Everything happened in a flash. The distance between them quickly narrowed. When their lips were about to touch, a pair of hands blocked Jiang Siyue's sight.

Xu Wangxing's refreshing breath enveloped her. After a while, her arm was grabbed by Xu Wangxing and pulled away from the scene.