Yu Jiamu suddenly threw a punch.
The once harmonious scene suddenly descended into chaos.
No one knew what had happened; they only saw Yu Jiamu pinning the person down.
His expression was fierce, and his punches landed squarely.
Only Lin Zhenzhen knew what Yu Jiaheng had just done.
He smiled at himself and said, "Sister-in-law, you have a great figure."
He said the next sentence to Yu Jiamu.
"You look better when you're not wearing clothes."
Yu Jiaheng was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back. In terms of fighting skills, how could the sickly Yu Jiaheng possibly compare to the wildly grown Yu Jiamu?
"Jiamu, are you crazy?!"
Wang Jingrou quickly surrounded them: "There are so many media here!"
Yu Jiamu ignored it.
He only had one thought in his mind right now.
He wanted to make sure this piece of trash could never laugh again.
A faint sob, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, cut through the noise of the crowd, causing his body to stiffen abruptly.
Yu Jiamu's hand froze in mid-air.
He was panting heavily, and turned his head to look behind him.
When Yu Jiamu saw Lin Zhenzhen's reddened eyes, it was as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and he suddenly sobered up.
Yu Jiaheng beneath her made a gurgling sound.
He was smiling.
Although he was beaten black and blue, his face was covered in blood, and his tongue was so thick he couldn't even speak straight.
But he was still smiling, his eyes filled with the smugness of a successful scheme.
He deliberately provoked Yu Jiamu so that the media could capture images of Yu Jiamu beating him.
This would cause Yu Jiamu's hard-won image to collapse.
The shareholders' meeting would not allow someone embroiled in negative news to hold an important position in the company.
This kid is still so easily provoked, just like he was ten years ago.
He's just a fool who values so-called feelings.
Yu Jiaheng looked at his opponent defiantly, and was met with a heavy right punch.
He was knocked unconscious by the blow and could no longer laugh.
After throwing that punch, Yu Jiamu looked down at his chest.
The once pristine white shirt was now splattered with blood.
He stood up and staggered toward Lin Zhenzhen.
He had intended to wipe the tears from her cheeks with his hand.
But when his eyes fell upon the filth on it, he reluctantly withdrew his hand.
"Don't cry."
His voice was a little hoarse.
Lin Zhenzhen stopped crying, her sobs subsiding.
Yu Jiamu lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry, it seems I've made a bit of a mess of things."
Lin Zhenzhen, with tears in her eyes, shook her head frantically.
She reached out and hugged Yu Jiamu tightly around the waist, showing him through her actions that she didn't blame him.
Wang Jingrou rushed over in a hurry: "Stop being so lovey-dovey! The reporters are practically eating us alive!"
"You all leave first, I'll handle things here."
The security line not far away was about to be breached by the media who were frantically trying to get in.
Yu Jiamu withdrew his gaze and sincerely said to Wang Jingrou, "Thank you, Third Sister-in-law."
Wang Jingrou's expression stiffened for a moment, then her eyes softened slightly.
"When I used to clean up your messes, I never saw you being this polite."
Sitting in Yu Jiamu's car, Lin Zhenzhen's mind kept replaying the scenes that had just happened.
She knew that Yu Jiamu harbored a strong bloodlust within him, but she didn't know that he could beat people so decisively and swiftly.
It was as if he didn't care about the consequences or whether Yu Jiaheng lived or died.
Honestly, it's a bit crazy.
But his crazy behavior made her heart race uncontrollably.
Perhaps she herself is not quite normal.
"The engagement process isn't finished yet."
Yu Jiamu, who was in the driver's seat, suddenly spoke.
His expression was so solemn it could freeze, and his skin and clothes were stained with dark red blood.
It doesn't look like a wedding at all; it looks more like they're trying to steal the bride.
“I’ll rearrange the ceremony so that only the two of us can participate.”
Lin Zhenzhen really wanted to say that the process and ceremony didn't matter; she just wanted to be with him.
Suddenly, she thought of something, opened her phone, and began searching earnestly.
A little while later, she found the place she wanted to go.
The suburban resort has been abandoned for a long time due to poor management and an inability to attract customers.
Now only an old man who guards the gate remains, and he's dozing off in the ticket office.
Suddenly, the sound of the iron gate shaking came.
The old man woke up with a start and looked at the young man standing outside the door.
"I'd like to book this entire place, is that alright?"
He was a little confused: "What?"
The young man repeated, "I said, I'd like to book this whole place for my wedding, is that alright?"
The old man, trembling, made a phone call to his boss for instructions.
Yu Jiamu looked at the facade again and hesitated, "How about we change the location and hold it another day?"
Lin Zhenzhen shook her head; she didn't want to postpone this matter any longer.
Because she didn't know when Chen Houwen would break down.
She said, "It's so nice here. No one will bother us, and I heard there are lots of fireflies at night. I want to watch the fireflies with you."
Yu Jiamu lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to wrong you."
Lin Zhenzhen hugged him, rested her chin on his chest, and mouthed: I'm not wronged.
The old man returned quickly, clearly having received a positive response.
"Sure, sure, but we need to tidy this up a bit. When do you need the space? How many guests do you have?"
"I want it now."
Yu Jiamu said, word by word, "There are no guests, just the two of us."
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