She seems to have... driven the male lead insane.
Otherwise, if he calmly thought about it, should news of being chaotic with the bride on the eve of her wedding spread out, it would bring nothing but scandal. He had no independent ability to withstand the wrath of his foster father, and the bridegroom's family certainly won't spare him for insulting her.
Sure enough, the child fell short in the heat of the moment.
If they exchanged places, she had hundreds of ways to abduct the bride.
Jiang Qiyun chose the worst one.Please read this at onemachineshow.blogspot.com
This drama of forcefully snatching someone away was not a play most girls would buy into. Of course, the female leads were another matter. They have a saintly halo over their heads. No matter how much a man abuses her or how many years she was tortured, she would immediately choose to forgive.
Linlang doesn't have their weirdly pure brain circuit. If someone dares to violate her, she is guaranteed to deceive the enemy into doubting their life on earth!
Sorry, the word 'forgiveness' has never appeared in her dictionary.
As if finally reacting, the panicked bride resisted. "You're insane!"
She plays the perfect sister who upholds the three world views1. Although he was a nominal brother and they had no blood relationship, according to her, a sibling romance was an unacceptable proposition. This was breaching her bottom line.
"Isn't it too late to discover that now?" The teenager raised the corner of his mouth. Although his handsome appearance was clearly unmatched in beauty, his eyes were emitting the poisonous chill of a viper.
Linlang recoiled sharply, but she couldn't retreat any further after her back bumped into the cold full-length mirror. Her eyes were dyed in horror. She had come to realize that this was not a pre-marital prank.
It was real.
Peng--
Her forehead struck heavily against the mirror. Linlang struggled as if her life depended on it, but the desperation was met with the other person's merciless imprisonment.
He delighted in her extreme fear.
The youth swallowed the bloody kiss as thought it was a sweet syrup, and traces were left at the corners of his mouth. It was as if red plums had blossomed in the snow, forming a sharp contrast against pale skin.
The person in his arms stopped struggling.
Looking down, Jian Qiyun saw that Linlang wasn't moving. Her entire body stiffened and the light in her eyes had suddenly lost their luster, just like a porcelain doll bereft of the spirit of flesh and blood.
Blood was trailing down from the large wound on her forehead.
The deranged youth was suddenly stunned.
What is he doing?
He should have carefully protected his loved one in the hollow of his palm, but he personally flung her down and shattered her instead.
He remembers the first time she cried in front of him, as well as the heartache that felt like thousands of ants eating his bones. But she wasn't even crying right now.
While he was caught in a daze, someone suddenly kicked him hard from behind.
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"You animal!" Chen Qingli angrily ripped him away from Linlang's body and punched him towards the door.
After a few blows, Jiang Qiyun came back to his senses. His fingers were stained with the blood from his mouth, but he laughed without a care. "You arrived too late, Lord Knight."
That inexplicable expression infuriated Chen Qingli. The veins on his forehead bulged, revealing a malicious face entirely different from his usual gentle and cultivated self. "Die, you prick!"
The two men's row alarmed Father Jiang into rushing over to see what was going on.
It was such a great day, so why was his son-in-law fighting with Qiyun?
He was about to mediate when he suddenly caught sight of his shivering daughter curled up in front of the mirror. Her disheveled wedding dress was violently torn up, and the blood stains on her forehead and corners of her mouth could not be more obvious.
Father Jiang couldn't have been more shocked in that moment.
An absurd answer surfaced in his mind.
On the other side, Jiang Qiyun was prevailing in the fight. He was keen on karate and had an innate talent, but he also wanted to kill this guy who stole from him. Holding nothing back, he attacked the most vulnerable parts of his body.
Chen Qingli sucked in hard breaths as he clutched his kicked stomach.
Look, this is the man you chose. Completely useless.
How can this kind of waste protect you in the future?
The teenager laughed coldly as he scorned Linlang's foresight.
But then, his line of sight caught the slender figure rushing forward to hug the defeated loser. She was crying over the man's injuries and stood there obstructing him from view. The reddened eyes directed at him were frigid.
There was no trace of tenderness in them, only hostility and resentment, as if hating that she couldn't eat his flesh and bones!