A cool and refined man stood unwavering, accompanied by a lady proud with glistening eyes and dazzling teeth.
At that moment, the two of them were staring intently at Ye Ranran, their austere gaze piercing through all of Ranran’s reasoning.
"What on earth is going on?" She trembled, as if terrified by the sight before her.
"Father, mother, brother, I intend to marry Ranran, whether you approve or not." Jun Mochan tightly gripped Ye Ranran’s hand, as if scared she would break free and escape.
So that’s why he never told her about his background, and why he always hesitated before speaking.
"I’m sorry everyone, there has been a misunderstanding about this wedding," Huo Yi informed the guests now seated.
Jun Mochan’s gaze was icy, his expression hard, insisting forcefully, "I’ve said it already, whether you approve or not, I will marry Ranran. Besides, I didn’t invite you here today."
"If you don’t mind, you are welcome to stay and enjoy some celebratory drinks, otherwise, head back to City B right now. If you don’t want to see me, Ranran and I won’t appear before you anymore."
"Getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you? You’re not unaware that she and your brother..."
"So what if I am? Can’t I marry her just because she was once my brother’s girlfriend? Don’t forget, they broke up long ago."
Jun Mochan spoke clearly and calmly, his dignified and elegant demeanor exuding an invincible aura.
"Enough, I am not going to marry you." Despair filled Ye Ranran’s face. She swayed like a lifeless doll, lost in the wind.
If she had known that he was Huo Yi’s younger brother, if she had known he was... She would have fled far away.
"Ye Ranran, it’s been so long and yet you’re still shameless."
Just one sentence shattered Ye Ranran’s dignity and hopes, forcing her to don suit of armor, ready to battle.
"Indeed, didn’t you learn that seven years ago? If I can’t have you, having your brother would do. Hasn’t it achieved the same objective?" Ye Ranran responded with a devilish smile, her words devoid of warmth.
"Wife, I love it when you come for me. Feel free to do so anytime."
His blasé comment sent hearts racing among those present.
Ye Ranran smirked provocatively at Huo Yi, "See? It’s your brother who can’t live without me, not the other way around."
"Ye Ranran, you are such a vixen."
Heh heh heh, a vixen? How could she forget, she was the one he first met, it was she who was first with him.
How was it that in the end, all the vilification, the ’vixen’ labels, had all been pinned on her?
"I rather a vixen than a sanctimonious monster. Aren’t I right, sister-in-law?", he emphasized, the edge in his voice as he addressed ’sister-in-law’.
"Don’t call me that, my name isn’t for just anyone to use."
Jun Mochan’s words hit the woman hard, her face instantly showing signs of distress.
Finally, the wedding came to an abrupt end.
Left alone, Ye Ranran tried to pull her hand from Jun Mochan’s grasp.
"Can you let go now?" Ye Ranran asked emotionlessly.
"Ranran, please let me explain."
"What are you going to say? How you planned each step meticulously? How you calculated every move? Or how I was so naive to believe that you truly loved me?"
Left alone, Ye Ranran’s aloofness finally crumbled, revealing a picture of desolation.