Gu Yelin received an almost imperceptible glare from An Zisheng before the latter placed An Yiqing’s delicate hand into his larger one.
"I trust your character, treat her well, or I won’t let you off the hook!"
Facing An Zisheng’s threat and advice, Gu Yelin nodded firmly, and the firm grip on An Yiqing’s hand represented all the intangible promises.
From today on, even in death, they would face it together.
An Yiqing lifted her delicate face, looking at Gu Yelin’s cold yet fiery black eyes, she smiled sweetly, her whole heart blissfully melting like a pool of spring water.
Gu Yelin, holding An Yiqing’s hand, ascended the stage step by step under the watchful eyes of An Zisheng and all the guests.
A golden boy and a jade girl, a match made in heaven!
At that moment, the same phrase spontaneously sprang into the minds of all the guests. Gu Yelin and An Yiqing, both in appearance and personality, were indeed a destined pair.
Witnessing the affection in their eyes that left no room for others, everyone began to feel a tinge of envy. With such status and wealth, to find a partner who truly loves one is indeed one of life’s greatest fortunes.
However, among the many guests, there were three exceptionally handsome men whose gazes were slightly dim, as they watched the perfect couple on stage with bittersweet smiles.
These three men, none other than Duan Tang, Bai Yiming, and Tang Lin.
Despite their different ages and identities, these three men shared one common sentiment: love for An Yiqing. They loved without reciprocation, resigning themselves to admire her from the shadows silently.
Yet, seeing An Yiqing’s smile brimming with happiness, the hearts of the three men simultaneously softened. Perhaps it was because they truly loved her, that they were unwilling, regretful, and pained, but still didn’t want to do anything they would regret.
On the stage, Old Master Gu smiled with satisfaction at the sight of An Yiqing and Gu Yelin approaching. He then continued to preside over the engagement ceremony from behind the microphone.
The banquet hall of Xuanjin Grand Hotel was filled with warmth and joy, yet under this serene façade, an undercurrent was stealthily rising, as if it was about to swiftly engulf everyone present.
In the building opposite Xuanjin Grand Hotel, at this very moment, a group of well-trained, masked men were crouched on the floor, skillfully assembling firearms.
Before them lay numerous pieces of the world’s most advanced firearms, which, in Xuandu City, were strictly forbidden to be carried so openly.
Yet, these men had boldly brought such a vast number of firearms into Xuandu City, the most prestigious center of power.
In front of a window in the building, a tall man dressed in black held binoculars steadily trained on the direction of Xuanjin Grand Hotel.
Through his binoculars, a sedan was slowly approaching the entrance of Xuanjin Grand Hotel. Two elderly men with graying hair were quickly escorted into the hotel by a young man and several bodyguards.
Judging by their appearance and features, they were unmistakably Hua Zhifeng and Pei Yuanzhi!
Putting down the binoculars, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around, picked up a whistle on his chest, and gave it a gentle blow. A strange cicada-like sound emanated from the whistle. In an instant, all the masked men assembling firearms stopped what they were doing and quickly stood up.
The man nodded and lifted his hand to give a gentle wave, "Attack!"
In a villa within Xuandu City at that time, two men were sitting on the floor, their faces obscured by a folding screen on the table. Judging from their voices and age, they appeared to be two young men in their