"Wenya, are you cold? If you are, I'll hold you tighter. I'm so happy and joyful right now. Look, you're dressed so beautifully, right here in my arms, right within my reach. I don't have to worry about not seeing you anymore. No one can separate us, no one."
"You are now my bride. From this day forward, let's live happily ever after..."
"Smack—"
Before they could finish speaking, a figure suddenly darted out from behind them, raised a wine bottle, and smashed it heavily on Qin Lang's head.
Qin Lang's head was ripped open, and bright red liquid streamed down his forehead, indistinguishable between blood and wine. Mu Wenya's white wedding dress was also stained with red stains, resembling blooming flowers.
"It's you..."
Qin Lang narrowed his eyes as the red liquid flowed down his face, covering the scars and making his face look even more terrifying and bloody.
Holding a broken wine bottle in his hand, Ouyang stood panting in front of them.
"It's me, you bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
Ouyang roared. When he saw that Mu Wenya in Qin Lang's arms had her eyes closed and a deep red mark on her neck, he went berserk and grabbed a sharp piece of glass, stabbing it into Qin Lang's head.
Qin Lang grimaced, released Mu Wenya, and jumped up from the ground, punching Ouyang in the face.
Ouyang coughed up a mouthful of blood with a "pfft," and one of his teeth broke. At the same time, his cheek burned with pain, and a bump quickly swelled up.
"madman!"
Ignoring everything else, Qin Lang punched him on the head again.
But this time, Ouyang managed to evade it.
"You madman, what have you done to Wenya?! Give her back to me!"
Ouyang bypassed Qin Lang and went to pick up Mu Wenya, who was lying on the ground, but Qin Lang grabbed him by the collar and gave him a good beating in the stomach.
Ouyang had no choice but to bend over, and Qin Lang slammed him to the ground.
“Elegant…Wen…”
"I won't allow you to touch Wenya!" Qin Lang stepped on his hand, which was lying on the ground, and repeatedly crushed it.
Ouyang cried out in pain, his face and body covered in sweat, trembling uncontrollably. His eyes were still fixed on Mu Wenya's direction, but every time he got a little closer, Qin Lang would pull him back.
“I’m telling you, she’s my bride, we’re married, and this is our wedding. Don’t even think about taking her away.”
"She's not, she's not..."
Ouyang's eyes widened, his whole body numb with pain. He struggled to his feet and bit Qin Lang's ankle, like a crocodile that had caught its prey and wouldn't let go once it had bitten.
Qin Lang cried out in pain and kicked Ouyang away with his other foot.
Ignoring his own injuries, Ouyang quickly crawled to Mu Wenya's side and picked her up from the ground.
"Wenya, Wenya, wake up..."
He was a doctor, a healer who saved lives, pulling countless patients back from the brink of death. But never before had he felt so tense and fearful. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his mind was a complete mess, incapable of thinking.
"Calm down, calm down..."
Ouyang forced himself to calm down and began to perform emergency treatment on Mu Wenya.
He knew that Mu Wenya was not dead; if he could save her again, she could come back to life.
However, halfway through the rescue, Qin Lang rushed over, grabbed his hair, pulled him back forcefully, dragged him aside, and pointed at his nose, angrily cursing.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com