Chapter 894: Can't Keep a Low Profile

The Liang family also did not arrange a wedding car in a grand manner and cancelled the wedding ceremony. At about the same time, Liang Zhouheng drove the green Porsche himself and took Song Cun from home to Jinsheng, followed only by two bodyguard cars.

The front hood of the Porsche was decorated with 999 fresh roses stacked to form a beautiful heart. When the car's convertible was opened, Song Cun's white wedding dress and the bright roses complemented each other in the sunlight, creating the most beautiful scenery on Chang'an Avenue.

Liang Zhouheng was wearing a white suit, holding the steering wheel with one hand and holding Song Cun's hand tightly with the other. The sunglasses on his face could not hide his iconic handsome face.

Song Cun sat in the passenger seat. She was nervous enough about attending the wedding, but she didn't expect him to be so high-profile and even opened the convertible. There was a lot of traffic on Chang'an Avenue. She was shy and not used to being stared at, so she kept her body tense and didn't look away the whole way.

While waiting for the red light, she saw many people on the roadside taking pictures of them with their phones. She didn't care, as no one would recognize them even if they took pictures. But Liang Zhouheng was different. He was often on the headlines...

Song Cun turned his head and whispered to Liang Zhouheng, "Close the tent. I saw someone taking pictures."

Liang Zhouheng turned his head and took a look when he heard the voice. The next second, he took off his sunglasses and looked towards the cameras of the mobile phones with confidence, nodding and smiling politely.

Song Cun looked panicked and subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back. However, not only did he not let go, he also deliberately raised the hand that was holding her fingers. The ten-carat perfect square diamond on Song Cun's left ring finger shone brightly in the sunlight.

Song Cun has always been humble and low-key. When Liang Zhouheng told her that the wedding would be low-key and simple, she felt a lot more at ease. Who knew that what he meant by low-key was actually like this.

Seeing more and more people watching, she was not used to the camera, her face turned red, and she begged him in a low voice, "Just turn it off, otherwise you'll be on the hot search again tomorrow."

Liang Zhouheng curled his lips and whispered in her ear, "It's a good opportunity to let everyone know that I'm married, and my wife is Song Cun, isn't it? In the future, if someone has bad intentions and tries to steal your husband, let everyone supervise you so that you don't worry."

Song Cun: "If anyone is worried, I won't care about you."

"Really?" Liang Zhouheng paused for a moment, then said with a half-smile, "As expected, I feel safer after getting the certificate. With the red certificate in hand, I'm not afraid of anything, right?"

There were more and more passersby, and it was really uncomfortable to be the center of attention. Song Cun couldn't joke around with him as leisurely as he did, so he urged him softly, "Get out of here quickly."

Liang Zhouheng raised his head and glanced ahead, then jokingly said, "This is incredible! Are you so brave now that you're going to run a red light?"

Song Cun didn't know why, but the red light in front of him lasted for a particularly long time, as if it were a century.

She was going crazy with anxiety.

Liang Zhouheng continued to tease her, "Wait a few more minutes, you won't be so anxious as to get out of the car and run away, right?"

Song Cun really wanted to shut his mouth.

She blushed at his amusement and turned to glare at him angrily, "Can you please stop talking?"

Liang Zhouheng: "Okay."

Song Cun was still wondering why he was so easy to talk to this time.

Then, he was heard saying, "Come here and cover me with your mouth."

Now, Song Cun was so anxious that he was getting irritated all over.