Chapter 100 The Fallen White Moonlight Returns Home 14

Half of Kyoto knows that Lu Baichi is getting married to his first love.

The wedding is scheduled for next month.

Although it was urgent, Lu Baichi did everything himself.

He was anxious because he didn't know of any other way to keep Xie Rong by his side forever, so that she wouldn't leave without a word like she did five years ago.

So even though he knew Xie Rong and that Charles had an ambiguous relationship, he could pretend not to care and act as a disgustingly magnanimous husband.

On the wedding day, all the prominent figures in Kyoto came to support this new tycoon, except for the Xing family.

Gu Yuyan, his face dark, was pushed forward by his elders.

"Mr. Lu is truly young and promising. I heard you're working on some new project," Mrs. Gu said with a smile. "If the Gu family can help, please don't hesitate to ask."

Gu Yuyan scoffed: "Who cares about his lousy project?"

Lu Baichi was wearing a meticulously tailored white suit, his hair was slicked back, and he nodded calmly, but his eyes kept glancing outside, clearly indicating that he was somewhat absent-minded.

Madam Gu was led into the banquet hall by the wedding ceremonies. Gu Yuyan didn't leave, and suddenly smiled.

"You don't actually think marriage can tie him down, do you?"

Lu Baichi frowned, his gaze suddenly turning cold.

"You can still cheat even after marriage," Gu Yuyan straightened his haute couture suit, which was no less impressive than the groom's, as if he was deliberately trying to steal the spotlight. "Men as caring and interesting as me are rare in this world. After he gets married, he'll be facing your expressionless face every day, and then he'll be looking at other interesting men outside. He might not come home until midnight. You won't mind, will you?"

Lu Baichi wanted to kick him out, but Gu Yuyan said, "Just kidding."

"Don't worry, I'll wait for you to get a divorce. Being a mistress won't last long."

Gu Yuyan walked in with his head held high and chest out.

The assistant glanced at the man's expression and said, "Mr. Lu, it's almost time. Where's the bride?"

According to the wedding ceremony, Lu Baichi should go and pick up Xie Rong.

Xie Rong found it troublesome and refused to let him pick her up, otherwise she would not agree to get married.

Over the years, marriage, such a major event, seems to have been treated like child's play in the eyes of the other party, a game they've never played before.

With the deadline fast approaching, no one dared to call and urge Xie Rong due to his temperament.

It wasn't until the emcee urged him repeatedly and the crowd in the banquet hall began to murmur that Lu Baichi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, got up, went to the lounge, and called Xie Rong.

Ten seconds later, the call connected.

"Hello?" Xie Rong's voice was casual as he chuckled, as if glancing at the time. "Oh dear, it's so late, didn't you remind me?"

Lu Baichi said softly, "I'll come pick you up, okay?"

"I don't want to," Xie Rong said. "I'm not getting married, so I don't need you to take me."

"You can let the emcee perform the ceremony first; I should be able to arrive before the performance."

Lu Baichi vaguely heard the sound of wind on the other end of the receiver and said softly, "Okay."

...

"He said yes," Xie Rong said, and hung up the phone.

He sat on the edge of the bed, where an elegant white suit lay.

Xie Rong kicked away the broken glass at her feet and turned to look out the window.

A helicopter was parked outside the window. The man jumped down from the rope ladder and kicked the already cracked glass window open with one last kick.

Xing Xuan straightened his clothes, strode in, and said sarcastically, "He said yes, so what? You're going to obediently be his bride? Be his wife for life?"

"Otherwise what?" Xie Rong tilted his head.

"You're asking me?" Xing Xuan sneered. "Didn't you send me the address again, the day before the wedding? Weren't you implying that I should save you?"

"Although I'm not like those superficial men, and I don't like looking at your long, white legs, we were classmates after all, and I couldn't bear to see you fall into the grave of marriage, so I reluctantly came along."

"Are you going to get married—" Xing Xuan paused, then held out his hand, "or are you coming with me?"

Xie Rong turned her head to look at the white suit on the bed, curled her lips, and just as she raised her hand, Xing Xuan grabbed it tightly.

The man grabbed him and climbed the rope ladder onto the helicopter.

The helicopter was still ascending. The wind was strong at high altitude, and Xie Rong's long hair was whipping around. She could only bury her head in the man's chest to avoid the wind.

Xing Xuan's lips curled up, but when he looked up, he immediately lowered his head indifferently.

"What did you say?" Xie Rong vaguely heard the man say something.

Xing Xuan closed the helicopter door, turned his head away, revealing only the slightly red tips of his ears, and said stiffly, "I said, today is a sunny day."

...

Lu Baichi specifically checked the weather forecast, which said today would be a sunny day.

Everyone in the banquet hall had left, and he had also dismissed his assistant.

Before it even got dark, the weather suddenly changed. Lu Baichi didn't drive, nor did he bring an umbrella. Clutching a bouquet of pure white flowers, he walked alone on the street.

The hot wind around my ears turned cool, then cold, then wet, and millions of drops hit my face.

Rainwater streamed down the man's deep-set eyes and into them.

He walked and thought all the way. When he got home, he couldn't be angry; he had to listen to Xie Rong's explanation.

Perhaps Xie Rong was too tired and fell asleep last night, or perhaps he didn't notice that Xie Rong was feeling unwell, or perhaps he listened to Xie Rong too much and really didn't go to pick him up.

Lu Baichi was soaked to the bone. He opened the apartment door, still clutching the bouquet tightly, and went upstairs to the bedroom door.

The bouquet fell to the ground.

The glass of the French windows shattered, letting in wind and rain, causing the curtains to flutter loudly, and the pure white suit on the bed was soaked through.

...

[Congratulations, host, the protagonist's pain level is full.]

The host can choose to leave the world immediately or slowly.

Xie Rong subconsciously touched his chest, then his mouth.

He didn't vomit blood, and he was still able to breathe.

How come he's completely unharmed?

Previously, once the protagonist's pain level was full, regardless of whether the main storyline was cheap, his only value as a whetstone had disappeared, and in the eyes of Heaven, he became a dead man, and then he would immediately pay the price.

[Host, you need to select a system option first.] The system whispered a reminder.

"If I keep not choosing, won't I stay stuck here forever?" Xie Rong smiled.

[...That seems so. The main system and the Heavenly Dao are so stupid, while the host is so clever, hehe!]

Xie Rong wandered around the Xing family castle in the dark. Just as he pushed open the door, a man's cold voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"where are you going?"

A thunderclap sounded, and the ancient castle was illuminated in an instant.

But Xie Rong had already seen what the most prosperous noble families looked like, and this ancient castle was not enough to fascinate him.

“You’re lying, it’s not sunny today,” Xie Rong pointed to the sky and blinked innocently. “I have two pairs of leather shoes hanging outside, I need to go back and get them.”

Xing Xuan strode over and grabbed his wrist tightly. "You regret it. You have to go back to see Lu Baichi."

Xie Rong naturally had to go back to see Lu Baichi.

In the past, whenever the protagonist's pain level was full, he would either die or be close to dying. He couldn't even remember what the protagonist looked like when he was in extreme pain.

He wanted to see for himself, to see if the protagonist's suffering was any greater than his own, after he had experienced so many worlds and taken revenge on him so many times.

Xie Rong forcefully pulled her hand back and ran into the rain without looking back.