Liu Si reached out and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, swallowed, and nodded slightly: "I understand."
After she finished speaking, Fang Biying gave Cheng Haoyu a cold look, then turned and left.
No matter how depressed Mr. Fang was, he had to suppress all his worries and unhappiness at his daughter's wedding. Standing at the top of the podium with a cheerful face, he gestured to everyone to quiet down: "Today is the wedding day for my daughter and Alang. Since the date was set rather urgently, thank you all for your hard work over the past two days."
"Ms. Fang's happy event is also the happy event for our entire troupe. Of course, we will all give our all." The members of the troupe spoke from the bottom of their hearts.
"The auspicious time has arrived. The bride and groom are expected to enter together." The matchmaker pulled Biying's arm and called out with a smile.
But the moment they appeared, everyone was stunned, the smiles on their faces gradually stiffened, and they looked at Cheng Haoyu, who was holding Fang Biying's arm in surprise, and began to point and talk.
Fang, the head of the family, was even more surprised. He frowned slightly and stared at Cheng Haoyu intently. He looked around and asked in a low voice: "Biying, what's going on? Didn't I make the clothes for you yesterday?"
Fang Biying cast a guilty look at Cheng Haoyu, her black eyeballs rolling in her white pupils, and an unnatural smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Dad, I accidentally ruined A Lang's groom's suit this morning."
"What?" Mr. Fang asked in a questioning tone.
"Dad, I'm going to marry Alang as a person, not his clothes. It doesn't matter what he wears." Fang Biying gently held Fang's arm, saw the anger in his eyes, shook his arm gently, and shook her head gently to signal him.
Fang Dangjia rolled his eyes at Cheng Haoyu, feeling extremely helpless. He said to the matchmaker beside him, "Don't miss the auspicious day. The wedding process continues."
"I cut the groom's suit because I didn't want to marry Biying at all. Even if I held this ceremony with Biying now, we could not become real husband and wife because we don't have a marriage certificate at all. Such a marriage is not protected by law at all." Cheng Haoyu raised his voice and said seriously.
Fang Biying cast a horrified look at Mr. Fang, reached out and tugged at Cheng Haoyu's sleeve, then whispered in her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Ah Lang, stop making trouble. Today is our big day, and so many people are watching! If you have any complaints, we can discuss it after the wedding."
"Discuss? Miss Fang has been insisting on having her own way and forcing me to marry you. This wedding has been controlled by you and Mr. Fang from the beginning to the end. I have no right to speak at all." Cheng Haoyu cast a sharp gaze at her, a scornful smile on his lips, and deliberately raised his voice to let all those who were kept in the dark know the truth.
Soon, the people present began to talk, and there was a mosquito-like buzzing sound.
Fang Biying, who had always been proud and arrogant, suddenly faced everyone's mocking gazes and sarcastic words. Her face flushed to her ears and her eyes became weak.
The matchmaker standing by noticed that something was wrong and her face turned serious. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond.
Mr. Fang could no longer tolerate Cheng Haoyu. His face turned ashen, his eyes were like knives, and he was panting heavily. He took a step forward and stared at Cheng Haoyu as if he wanted to eat him alive.
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