Chapter 482: 133: Big Slap in the Face On-Site! _5
“Yangyang!” Just then, someone slapped Ni Yang’s shoulder.
“Yanran!” Ni Yang glanced back slightly, laughing, “Yanran, when did you get here?”
“I had something up this morning, so I just got here.”
Feeling emptiness in his hand, Mo Qishen threw an unhappy glance at Li Yanran.
Li Yanran was joking around with Ni Yang, when she suddenly felt a chill and looked back, murmuring, “Strange, why do I feel like someone’s watching me from behind? It’s rather chilly.”
Ni Yang laughed, “Who’s looking at you? Your secret admirer?”
Mo Qishen: It’s the person who wants to slap her to death.
“Bro!” Xiaozhou came over from the other side, “What’s wrong with you, bro? Why the long face? It’s your nephew’s big day today, you should be happy.”
Mo Qishen squinted, “You go and get her out of here.”
“Who?” Xiaozhou asked curiously.
“Li Yanran.” Mo Qishen uttered coldly.
“Why send her away?” Xiaozhou asked in confusion, “Isn’t she happily chatting with Yangyang over there? You go your own way; she goes hers. She’s not in your way. Why are you making things difficult for the girl?”
“Have you been in love before?” Mo Qishen looked at Xiaozhou, answering out of context.
“No.” Xiaozhou shook his head.
“Do you want to get a girlfriend?” Mo Qishen asked again.
“Yes!” Xiaozhou said excitedly, “Bro, why don’t you teach me how to find a girlfriend? My requirements aren’t high. Any girl will do.” He has been unable to find one.
Mo Qishen sighed, “You better prepare to be a bachelor for the rest of your life.”
“Why?” Xiaozhou was heartbroken.
Mo Qishen said, “Because you don’t have what it takes to be in a relationship.”
The wedding auditorium was divided into two sides by a long aisle covered in red carpet.
As soon as Ni Yang sat down, Mo Baichuan, standing on the stage rehearsing lines with the emcee, saw him.
Ni Yang came after all.
Mo Baichuan thought Ni Yang wouldn’t show up. He squinted, a touch of wariness flickering in his eyes.
He absolutely couldn’t let Ni Yang ruin their wedding.
Seeing Ni Yang finally settled down, Mo Qishen quickly sat down next to him.
Ni Yang was chatting with Li Yanran, while Mo Qishen was lowering his gaze, counting her fingers one by one, playing with them in his hand. Her slender fingers, with no color on the nails, were lovely with their faint pink whiteness. They were as delicate as rows of small seashells.
The wedding ceremony officially began.
With the emcee’s introduction, Mo Baichuan and Li Xianxian, dressed in a Western-style wedding dress, slowly emerged from backstage.
The flower children were scattering petals ahead.
A round of applause erupted from below the stage.
Upon seeing Ni Yang made no move from below the stage, Mo Baichuan heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, there was a twinge of disappointment in his heart. He couldn’t explain why.
He clearly didn’t look forward to Ni Yang disrupting the wedding.
Yet when Ni Yang made no move, he grew anxious.
Was Ni Yang planning something big?
That’s why he hadn’t made another move yet?
After the emcee’s introduction and interaction, the next part was the priest’s vow.
Ni Yang glanced at Zheng Xianjing nonchalantly.
Zheng Xianjing was staring intently at the stage, her face focused as if deep in thought.
Ni Yang picked up a cup of tea and took a gentle sip.
Just then, the priest’s voice came through the air, “Mr. Mo Baichuan, in poverty, illness, difficulty, pain, wealth, health, joy, happiness, do you vow to not abandon Miss Li Xianxian and to love and cherish her lifelong?”
Before Mo Baichuan could answer, a clear female voice sounded from below the stage, “Wait.”
The smile on Li Xianxian’s face instantly froze at the corners of her mouth, and she glanced down at the stage.
She had been worried about Ni Yang causing trouble at the wedding.
She had never expected that the person causing trouble was Zheng Xianjing.
What was Zheng Xianjing trying to do?
A sense of dread suddenly surged in Li Xianxian’s heart.
“Ma’am, do you have a question?” The priest looked at Zheng Xianjing.
Zheng Xianjing smiled, “I just wanted to give the bride a personal wedding gift before the vows.” Saying this, Zheng Xianjing walked towards the stage.
Dressed in a bright red gown, she was quite ostentatious, stealing the limelight from the bride.
What was supposed to be just a regular wedding, no one expected, would churn out such a scene.