My Groom Ran Away

o be the time when the bride and groom exchange rings.
But after Cheng YueLin held her hand, he stopped with a hand in his pocket.

Ruan ZhiYin’s slim and slender fingertips had faint red marks.
The man’s cold and apathetic eyes met hers.
His serene and dark pupils were filled with an indistinguishable meaning.

She understood what he meant by his words.
If she really regretted it, then this would be her lasat chance to go back.

She could abandon all the gusts and ignore all of the rumours and leave without looking back–

Just like how Qin Jue had disappeared from the wedding, but at the same time it would mean she would have to admit that she had lost.

Cheng YueLin’s expressions seemed to be asking her: Ruan ZhiYin, are you willing to admit you have lost?

In a split second, she made her decision.

Ruan ZhiYin took a deep breath and completely calmed down.

She took the twinkling silver male ring and her eyes were full of provocation: “Cheng YueLin, did you come here to mock me?”

“What do you think?”

Cheng YueLin raised an eyebrow and watched her harshly push the male ring onto his finger as though she was taking revent before he returned to that unperturbed leisurely look.

TL Note: Like he’s supposed to be like nothing in the world can faze him.
Is the look he returns to.
I’m not sure how to describe it.

He glanced at the ring on his finger.
Then he slowly took the female ring and lowered his head and slowly pushed it onto her ringfinger.

“Ruan YingYing, did you not hear that idiot Wang Xin’s words? I’ve clearly sacrificed my pure reputation.” He paused and then he raised his eyes and sneered, “I’ve run over to.
Steal.
The.
Bride.”

“Since I’ve already become the groom…”

“So?”

“I’m very expensive, you need to perform this play properly.”

As though he needed to prove that sentence.

In the next second, he leaned over==

His thin lips were slightly cool and kissed the corner of her mouth.

A warm hand supported the back of her head.
The two of them were very close, the refreshing scent of pinewood filled in her nose and there was an almost imperceptible scent of cigarettes.

… ….

Ruan ZhiYin’s eyes went slightly wide and her eyelashes quivered.
Before she could react, he had straightened up and pulled away.

“I request for your guidance, Mrs.
Cheng.”

The author has something to say:

Host: Next, the groom must kiss the bride.

Cheng YueLin.
Heh.
A wedding even has such good things?