"Sitting down and talking it over isn’t impossible, but you’d have to ask her first."
Shi Yu looked at Shen Cheng with such an ambiguous and blatant gaze.
Pan Yang heard this, looked at Shen Cheng, and laughed, "I didn’t expect my wife’s classmate to be Mr. Shi’s companion; it’s like a flood washed into the Dragon King’s temple, a family not recognizing family. If I don’t get some face here, it would be unreasonable."
Right now, Shen Cheng had only one impulse, which was to retort to Pan Yang: Damn, you’re the companion!
Shi Yu slightly raised the corners of his lips, squinted those eyes that could draw someone in, and emphasized, "Wrong, I’m her male companion."
Immediately, the whole room was in an uproar—
The powerful figure who could make Du City tremble just by moving a finger actually lowered his status to be someone else’s male companion.
Who would dare believe it if spoken of?
Even Xia An’an, seeing it with her own eyes, felt it was unreal.
It seemed she couldn’t escape the fear, her body started to shake uncontrollably.
Just minutes ago, before she knew Shi Yu’s identity, she secretly sent a text message asking her boyfriend He Rui for help.
Indeed, what you fear is what happens.
Xia An’an’s body trembled even more violently, and even her eyes turned vacant, like someone who’d lost their soul.
If she could, she would have fled in a panic.
Seeing someone coming with muscle, Lin Xiaomiao, who was anxiously watching from the side, immediately burst into tears again.
She looked so pitiful, it hardly needed mentioning.
This is what they say—pitiable people have their reasons. If she hadn’t cared so much about face, wanting to show off in front of old classmates, this wedding that made everyone envious wouldn’t have become a joke.
She wiped away her tears, disregarding the varied looks cast her way, and began to wail...
The other bridesmaids, seeing her cry so miserably, quickly helped her up and, as if fleeing, pulled Lin Xiaomiao into the hotel hall to avoid the scene.
This farce seemed to be getting more and more out of hand.
He Rui instantly spotted the pale-faced woman in the crowd, so focused on his concern for Xia An’an that he overlooked the extremely prominent man.
More than a dozen black-clad bodyguards cleared a path for He Rui, as the onlookers stepped back, making way.
He Rui strode up to Xia An’an, saw the bruises on her face, and immediately became furious, "What happened to your face? Who the hell did this?"
"Your mother, I did it."
To this seemingly well-dressed but beastly-mouthed man, Shen Cheng had absolutely no good feelings.
"Darling, I... I’m fine, let’s go, don’t cause a scene at Xiao Miao’s wedding..." Xia An’an clung to his arm, speaking in a low, still trembling voice.
"Don’t be afraid, with me here no one dares touch you! Damn whoever hit you, I’ll cripple them!" He Rui was like an enraged wolf, itching to tear someone apart.
"Please go ahead and try!" Shen Cheng looked at him, face full of provocation.
"So arrogant, must be because your life is too long! To touch my woman, He Rui’s woman, you’re simply courting death!"
Shen Cheng thought that compared to this guy, Shi Yu, although domineering, had a combat capability rating that was leagues better.
She calmly glanced at He Rui, "Such a huge psychological shadow, did a pig kiss you when you were little?"
Many onlookers silently gave her a thumbs up in their hearts.
This clapback, simply perfect.