Marriage...
Luo Qiangwei was even more frightened when she heard this word, and in her panic, she tried to break free from his grasp, "I don't want to... I don't want to marry you, I don't want to be a ghost and marry a big bastard..."
Mo Shiche's handsome face darkened, and his expression turned even colder, "Luo Qiangwei, are you really trying to pick a fight today?"
But Luo Qiangwei, as if she hadn't heard him, shook her head with a pallid face, "I don't want to, let go of me, I don't want to marry you anymore..."
Her struggles were so violent that her slender heel caught on the hem of her dress, and her entire body fell backward—
The feeling of losing balance made her cry out involuntarily, but before she could make a sound, her waist was encircled by a strong arm, and as her body was embraced, the man's handsome face also descended toward her.
Then, all her cries of alarm were silenced.
"Mmm!"
Luo Qiangwei's eyes widened in astonishment, the cold and real touch on her lips made her even more panicked; she pushed against him with her hands, but couldn't push him away no matter how hard she tried.
Mo Shiche had only wanted to cover this woman's unceasingly prattling mouth to prevent her from making a scene and embarrassing herself on the ceremony stage.
But for some reason, as soon as he touched her soft, sweet lips, he felt as though he had utterly succumbed.
Luo Qiangwei couldn't budge his astonishing arm strength and was left to be so intimately embraced by him.
Below the stage, a chorus of jeers erupted. The officiant hadn't expected this scene; all of Jiang City knew that Young Master Mo had been forced into marriage by Luo Qiangwei through underhanded means, and yet now he was the one initiating the embrace—
He hurried to diffuse the situation, saying, "It seems our groom couldn't hold back, surely because the bride is too beautiful today. Come on, everybody, let your applause be a bit more enthusiastic in your blessings!"
So Luo Qiangwei was embraced amid this fervent applause for a full three minutes.
Below the stage, sitting at the family table, Luo Hongying watched this scene, grinding her teeth in fury!
This damn bitch! Who knows what method she used to make Shiche embrace her!
In the end, Luo Qiangwei couldn't take it anymore.
Mo Shiche walked down from the ceremony stage with her to the sound of everyone's blessings.
Luo Qiangwei, embraced by him as they moved, felt her heart pounding violently, unable to believe she could actually...
She… was still alive?!
Her steps unsteady, they arrived backstage, and the man at her side was still holding her, but his gaze made clear his displeasure, his voice low and cold, "Luo Qiangwei, did you dare to bite me?"
"What about it if I did bite you," Luo Qiangwei stood close to him, taking a deep breath, her eyes defiant and cold as she spoke provocatively, "You forcefully kissed me; you should count it as my kindness that I didn't bite you to death."
Mo Shiche's lips curled coldly,
Luo Qiangwei blinked her beautiful eyes, "Yeah, doesn't Young Master Mo know that women are fickle?"
Mo Shiche's penetrating gaze lingered on the woman who had turned so quickly, then he left indifferently with long strides.
Luo Qiangwei watched his tall figure leave, her tense nerves suddenly relaxing, but then her body stiffened again.
Behind her was a wall with a large mirror. She slowly turned around and saw in the mirror a beautiful woman in a tailcoat wedding gown.
That was her.
Luo Qiangwei reached out and touched her own smooth, fine cheek, then her fingers fell to the deep blue butterfly birthmark on her neck.
The real touch of her fingertips made her shudder involuntarily.