"Mom, that way you can say you cried because of the spicy food, and no one will laugh at you." The little pig looked sincere; he was such a thoughtful son.

Jingjing nodded in agreement. She's such a thoughtful and good daughter, awesome!

Ye Qingqing was both annoyed and amused. Unable to keep a straight face, she turned her head and pouted at Lu Mo, "Are you going to do anything about this?"

"Manage him, punish him when you get back!"

Lu Mo's attitude was very proper, and he even gave his children a deep, death stare. The little pig touched his nose, thinking to himself that he should not go home for a while, but go to a friend's house to take refuge.

Jingjing, the carefree little girl, was completely oblivious and ate her vegetables with gusto. The little pig glanced at his sister, feeling a little guilty for letting her bear her father's stern punishment alone. He thought he'd buy her a 50-cent lollipop to make up for it.

Ye Tong had finished speaking on stage, and it was time for the bride to speak. Tian Tian said loudly, "What I want to say is the same as Ye Tong's, but I have two favorites. One is my brother. Without his persistence, my first life would have withered away. The other is my sister Ye Qingqing. She gave me a second life. They are both the most important people to me!"

The guests in the audience looked surprised. They had all attended weddings of all sizes. Most of the other newlyweds would thank their parents and then express their love for each other. But this couple avoided their parents and didn't express their love to each other. They only thanked their older siblings, which was quite special.

Zhu Zi sniffed, making a very small sound, but it didn't escape Wu Chen's keen ears. She glanced at him and said with certainty, "You cried."

"fart!"

Zhu Zi rolled her eyes in disgust, but then couldn't help sniffing twice, her eyes still glistening. Wu Chen scoffed, "Why are you sniffling if you're not crying? Sinusitis?"

"You stink, it's the smell." Zhu Zi lied through his teeth, since he wasn't crying anyway.

He is the head of the Poison Sect, the cold-blooded Poison Saint Zhu Zi who kills without shedding blood. How could he possibly shed tears?

But why are my eyes so sore, and my nose too? It feels sore and itchy, and I really want to wipe them with a handkerchief.

Zhu Zi barely managed to maintain her aloof demeanor, not wanting anyone to notice, when Wu Chen suddenly offered her a fragrant tissue. "Wipe yourself off!"

So stubborn about saving face, her eyes were red but she still said she hadn't cried, tsk.

Zhu Zi took the tissue, discreetly wiped his eyes, and blew his nose. Feeling a little better, he whispered his thanks to Wu Chen.

"No need to thank me. It's normal for a man to cry. Besides, you look so pitiful when you cry, like a pear blossom with tears in your eyes." Wuchen waved his hand casually and spoke his mind. Zhu Zi's looks were definitely worthy of the description of her looking pitiful with tears in her eyes.

The air suddenly turned cold. Zhu Zi's expression softened slightly, then returned to its aloofness. She even glared at Wu Chen with disdain. What she hated most was being told she looked like a woman; anyone else would have been dead long ago.

The emcee then asked the bride's parents to speak on stage, as the necessary procedures still had to be followed. Zhu Zi was stunned. He had never spoken in public before. Company meetings were always hosted by others; he was only responsible for providing the formula and collecting money, and didn't care about anything else.

"You're being asked to speak? Are you stupid?!"

Wuchen poked hard, almost breaking Zhu Zi's ribs. Zhu Zi gritted his teeth and glared. This brat was definitely taking revenge for personal reasons. He hesitated for a moment, but still went on stage.

Zhu Zi, who usually only wears casual clothes, was dressed in formal attire today, and her long hair was cut short. Her stunning beauty left all the guests speechless.