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The fluffy and dazzling wedding dress floated gently like clouds and mist through the sea of flowers filled with white smoke. Ruan Mei quietly watched the bride on the long stage holding her mother's arm and walking towards the groom at the end of the road.
Her right hand was held by Chen Shanye and placed on her black trousers. A constant supply of strength and warmth was pumped in from there, supporting her back to stand straight, like a proud little peacock.
Seated at the main table were the parents of both parties and school leaders. Ruan Mei should have sat at that table, but not only did she not want to, but Ruan Lan probably didn't arrange her at that table either.
Ruan Mei didn't expect that, not to mention the fly-swallowing speech she had memorized for a long time, before the wedding even started, a staff member from the wedding company came to inform her that the process had been modified.
The staff member was very tactful and said that they were worried that the wedding process would be delayed, so the speech segment was reduced a bit, and neither she nor Fang Mingjun's brother needed to go on stage.
Was it because she had just had some arguments with Lin Bina and Ruan Lan, which made them think that she would cause trouble at the wedding, so she made an urgent request to the marriage planner?
Ruan Mei breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
The wedding proceeded in an orderly manner according to the procedure. Ruan Mei had just experienced a confrontation with her mother and a lovemaking session, and was now hungry.
She pinched Chen Shanye's finger bones and raised her chin at the chocolate wedding candies placed in front of everyone. The gold foil-like candy wrappers flashed a false golden light under the psychedelic spotlights.
The big screen was playing a video of a couple's sweet journey of getting to know each other and falling in love. The usual wedding music, infused with saccharin, was a bit loud. Chen Shanye leaned close to Ruan Mei's ear and asked, "Do you want to eat?"
He was afraid that she would feel disgusted.
"There's nothing I can do. I'm hungry and I don't know how long it will take for the food to be served." Ruan Mei shrugged.
Chen Shanye let go of her hand, took a piece of chocolate, opened the candy wrapper, and handed it to Ruan Mei's mouth.
Ruan Mei chewed it twice and swallowed it quickly. Chen Shanye was worried that she might have hypoglycemia, so he opened another pill and gave it to her.
"You'll get fat..." Ruan Mei pinched Chen Shanye's hard leg meat under the table.
"I like you to be a little fatter. The fat on your belly is so cute."
Chen Shanye spoke sincerely, but Ruan Mei was thinking about Chen Shanye's palm pressing on her belly behind the screen.
Her cheeks burned hot as she muttered, "It's all your fault. Why are you able to cook so deliciously?"
This caused her to significantly increase her carbohydrate intake.
Chen Shanye smiled and raised the hand holding the chocolate to her mouth. Ruan Mei glanced at him, but still ate it.
"Ruan Mei, are you doing well being away from home alone?"
The person who spoke was the third cousin who sat next to Ruan Mei - the third cousin who was the first to speak for her in the bathroom during her grandmother's memorial service.
Ruan Mei quickly bit off the chocolate in her mouth and swallowed it whole, then nodded: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, auntie."
"That's good... Over the years, your aunt, as well as your other aunts and uncles, have often mentioned you during private meals..." At this point, her aunt leaned closer to her and lowered her voice, "By private, I mean gatherings where your mother wasn't invited..."
Ruan Mei's eyes widened and she was stunned for a moment. She had never kept in touch with her relatives at home. Occasionally, when Lin Bina forced her to go home during the Chinese New Year, she would just greet her relatives as usual. She didn't expect that her third cousin would take the initiative to talk to her about these things.
The voice of the third cousin was drowned out by the emcee's passionate and lengthy speech, but Ruan Mei could still hear it clearly: "We can't interfere in your family affairs because of your mother's personality, but I want you to know that everyone still cares about you. If you are wronged, feel uncomfortable, and need help, you can come to me or other relatives.
Actually, we have been wanting to find an opportunity to tell you these things a few years ago, but you don’t come back often, and we don’t have your contact information. Thinking that you will definitely be present at Ruan Lan’s wedding, we have to say something to you anyway…”
Ruan Mei couldn't hear what her cousin aunt said next. It was as if her ears were filled with water and she couldn't hear anything.
She raised her eyes to look at her aunt on the other side of the round table. Her aunt seemed to know what they were talking about and smiled at her.
She found that Chen Shanye was holding her right hand again, hiding it under the white tablecloth. Then, he drew a circle on her slightly wet palm with one finger, then wrapped his fingers into a fist, holding the circle tightly in his palm.
You know, you're not the only one left.
Chen Shanye thought to himself, at least you have me now.
Fang Mingjun bit the cigarette, the black bow tie around his neck was making it hard for him to breathe. He wanted to pull it off, but then he thought that he only had less than ten minutes left to be alone, and he would have to tie it again later, so he gave up in the end.
After wasting the alone time that he had gained with the makeup artist and wedding planner, he had to hurry up and deal with other things.
He replied to several WeChat messages, but no matter how he tried to comfort the other party, the other party just sent him crying emoticons.
Little girls are trouble! I shouldn't have believed what she said back then: "Teacher Fang, it doesn't matter if you get married, I just want to be by your side."
Now look what happens, you have tied a time bomb to yourself.
He clattered away on the keyboard and promised the other party that he would go see her in two days, and only then did the other party quiet down.
After deleting all the chat history and switching back to his usual WeChat account, Fang Mingjun checked the time. Ruan Lan in the large dressing room next door should be almost done changing into her toast dress. He put out his cigarette, put his phone back in his trouser pocket, and adjusted his bow tie in front of the mirror.
There was a knock on the dressing room door. He thought it was the wedding planner coming to remind him that he could go back to the banquet hall. He had just unlocked the door, but before it was halfway open, it was pushed hard with a huge force!
"Bang--!"
The door panel hit his nose directly. Fang Mingjun saw stars for a moment, and his nose was so numb that tears burst out. He staggered back several steps, knocked over a chair, and finally hit his back hard against the wall before he stopped.
He rubbed his nose, wailed with curse words, and his back was bent like an ugly weirdo on a bell tower.
"Hold!!"
Fang Mingjun was completely confused as to what was happening. His left eye was in so much pain that he couldn't open it. With his right eye, he tried to see the dark figure standing in front of him through a hazy blur: "You fucking...are you rushing to visit your mother's grave?!"
After locking the door, Chen Shanye walked towards the hunched man and saw that Fang Mingjun had changed into a black suit.
Haha, you look like a human but act like a dog.
Walking in front of him, Chen Shanye supported himself on his knees, bent his back, and looked through his black bangs to meet Fang Mingjun's distracted gaze.
Fang Mingjun shook his head and finally focused his scattered vision. The fingers that had been covering his nose felt wet on the tip of his nose. He looked down and saw that his fingers were covered with red blood.
Blood trickled down from his nose, one drop, two drops. Fang Mingjun wiped it with the back of his hand, tried to stop it with his palm, and in panic saw the man in front of him clearly.
"You...you are...Ruan Mei's...fuck your mother, what are you doing?!"
He was furious and panicked. The aggression in the man's eyes was too obvious. He couldn't control himself and took a hasty step back with his blood-stained leather shoes.
"Which hand touched it?"
Chen Shanye's voice was flat, as if he was asking what the weather was like today.
Fang Mingjun had something on his mind and immediately understood what he meant, but he was not a fool, so why would he confess what he had done at this time?
The man was giving off a signal that said, "If you let me know which hand you used to touch Ruan Mei, you'll never use that hand again."
Dangerous and terrifying.
He couldn't help but glance at what was in the man's hand. No, he didn't have a knife or anything. Only then did Fang Mingjun's heart settle down a little.
"Did you misunderstand something?" Fang Mingjun's nosebleed kept dripping to the floor. He didn't dare to stand up straight. If he did, the red blood would splatter all over his shirt.
"Oh? Tell me what I misunderstood."
"Ruan Mei has always had some misunderstandings about me. She might have said something in front of you, but I really didn't do what she said..."
Because Fang Mingjun didn't know how Ruan Mei would describe the situation in front of him, in order to avoid making more mistakes, he racked his brains to say something ambiguous.
"Let's not talk about whether there is a misunderstanding or not. Let me ask you something else."
Chen Shanye slowly stood up, walked to the dressing table next to him, took out two tissues, and walked back to hand them to Fang Mingjun.
Fang Mingjun was stunned by the man's sudden change of attitude, and almost said thank you when he took the tissue.
He was busy wiping the blood from his nose, and slowly the tissue was stained with blood into a bright red rose.
Fang Mingjun became alert and asked, "What's going on?"
Chen Shanye's shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, wheat-colored forearms, which were twisted and knotted with blue veins, as if molten lava was roaring and surging in his blood.
"When you did that 'punishment', was it raining and thundering?"
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