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At nine o’clock in the morning, the wedding officially began. At this time, the spacious church was filled with people, all friends and relatives of the Yang Family. Everyone was gathered together, ready to witness a pair of newlyweds joining hands.

As elegant music slowly played, Nanrong Wanqing, dressed in a white wedding gown, appeared at the church door. For a moment, the guests present all stood up, focusing their attention on Nanrong Wanqing. Her exquisite face, fair skin, lightly applied makeup, coupled with the pure white wedding dress, made her look like a celestial maiden walking gracefully, indescribably beautiful.

Beside her stood a spirited old man. If Ling Chen were here, he would definitely be surprised to recognize that it was Nanrong Yong.

Nanrong Yong wore a smile on his face, donning a perfectly ironed suit. At the priest’s prompt, Nanrong Wanqing held Nanrong Yong’s arm and slowly walked down the red carpet. Behind them, a boy and a girl held flower baskets and carried the long snow-white veil behind.

Before long, under the eyes of everyone, Nanrong Wanqing and Nanrong Yong arrived at the front of the stage. Looking at Nanrong Wanqing’s exquisite face, Yang He was a little excited. Soon, this nearly perfect woman would belong to him, and no one would try to take her away from him.

"Today, we are here to witness the love of a pair of newlyweds. For them, this is an ending and also a new beginning..." The priest in a white robe walked to the middle between Nanrong Wanqing and Yang He, saying meaningless words until finally, he turned his gaze to the two newlyweds, beginning the most important ceremony of the wedding.

"Mr. Yang, do you vow to take this woman as your wife, to love her, whether in sickness or health, poverty or wealth, forsaking all others?"

"I do!" Yang He’s voice was very loud.

"Miss Nanrong, do you vow to marry this man, to love him, whether in sickness or health, poverty or wealth, forsaking all others?"

Nanrong Wanqing lightly opened her lips and teeth, saying, "I..."

"I object!" Before Nanrong Wanqing could speak, a discordant voice suddenly rang out in the church, and everyone present turned their heads to look, seeing a young man accompanied by an elderly person, hands behind his back, walking in slowly.

Ling Chen?

Yang He and Jiang Yue’e looked over together but found it wasn’t Ling Chen who had come in. Staring straight at the approaching young man, Yang He felt a bit strange; he had thought Ling Chen would stop the wedding, but didn’t expect it would be a stranger. In his memory, it seemed he had never seen the young man in front of him before. Not only Yang He, but even Jiang Yue’e felt puzzled.

Yang He stepped forward two steps, looking at the young man, he said, "Sir, did you come to the wrong place?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I did not come to the wrong place, aren’t you Yang He?"

"Today is my happy day, I don’t want anyone to ruin the wedding scene. If you’re sensible, you’d best leave immediately." Yang He’s tone carried a trace of dissatisfaction.

"Hmph!" The young man sneered coldly, saying, "Really interesting, I always thought Wanqing would become Ling Chen’s woman, but never thought you’d strike first. However, do you think you’re worthy of her?"

Yang He frowned and said, "What do you mean by that?"

"It’s nothing, I just want to tell you, Wanqing won’t marry you, because you’re not worthy." After speaking, the young man walked towards Nanrong Wanqing, smiling and said, "Sorry, I’m a little late."

"You are... Zhu Hong?"

"It’s me! It’s been so long, you wouldn’t forget me, would you? I know you don’t want to marry him, so I rushed here to take you away." Saying this, Zhu Hong extended his hand, trying to take Nanrong Wanqing’s hand.

However, the latter stepped back to avoid his hand.

Seeing Nanrong Wanqing’s action, the smile on Zhu Hong’s face froze, squinting his eyes and said, "Wanqing, what are you doing?"

"Who said I don’t want to marry him, he’s the husband I chose myself, of course, I want to marry him." Nanrong Wanqing said lightly.

"No, impossible," Zhu Hong shook his head and said, "If you chose Ling Chen, at least I could understand, but this person... I don’t believe you would choose him. Wanqing, having known you for so many years, do I still not understand your character? If you’re being coerced, forced to marry him, tell me, I will help you solve it."

"Enough!" Yang He coldly shouted, "You’d best leave immediately, don’t disrupt our wedding. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being blunt with you."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Hong chuckled disdainfully, "With just you? What do you amount to?"

"Fine, this is what you asked for, don’t blame me for not warning you." As soon as the words fell, a dozen security personnel flooded in from outside the church. Yang He pointed at Zhu Hong, saying solemnly, "Throw him out."

However, before the security personnel could approach Zhu Hong, the elderly person who had been standing by suddenly grabbed a security guard’s collar, and with a forceful toss, the person’s body instantly flew out, crashing heavily against the church wall.

Seeing this situation, the expressions of the other security personnel couldn’t help but change, quickly pulling out guns from their waists, aiming at the elderly person.

"Don’t move!"

Zhu Hong glanced at the situation behind him, his face still carrying a cold smile, showing no concern for the crisis in front of him.

"Ling Chen, this is your woman, do you require me to handle it for you before you show yourself?"

As his words fell, a person appeared again at the church door, it was Ling Chen. He walked into the church alone, seeing the tense atmosphere inside, he couldn’t help but laugh, "Isn’t this a wedding? How did it turn into this?" After a pause, he cast his gaze not far towards Zhu Hong, saying with a half-smile, "I didn’t expect to meet you here."

"I expected you would come; originally I intended to enjoy a show, who knew you were so late to appear, so I had to do it for you."

"In that case, should I thank you?" Ling Chen replied. He didn’t deliberately avoid appearing, but had only just arrived at the church. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been Zhu Hong to speak to stop the ceremony earlier, but him.

Honestly, seeing Zhu Hong appear was quite a surprise for him, this guy actually came all the way here.

"You needn’t thank me, I didn’t do it for you; I just didn’t want Wanqing to marry such a person." Speaking of this, Zhu Hong curiously asked, "What’s happened with Wanqing? I feel like she’s a different person."

Ling Chen shrugged and said, "You should ask her mother about this, it’s all her doing."

Seeing Zhu Hong’s gaze turn towards her, Jiang Yue’e’s face couldn’t help but turn cold and she cried out, "Are you done talking? If you are, then you may leave."