Accidentally Married to the Big Shot-Chapter 147 - Wedding (2)

Chapter 147 -147 Wedding (2)

Everyone at the wedding knew each other, more or less.

Bai Anzhi felt aggrieved as soon as he heard this, “Can’t you keep your filthy mouth clean, you skanky widow?”

“Who are you calling a skanky widow? Are you sick in the head?”

“You introduced yourself as the skanky widow, you dumbass!”

Leng Yiran liked watching Marvel. In high school, she had introduced herself as Black Widow and later disliked the nickname, forbidding anyone from using it.

Leng Yiran had not anticipated Bai Anzhi would insult someone so bluntly, with no sense of decorum at all. She immediately became enraged too, “You’re the dumbass!”

“Don’t delude yourself thinking I don’t know you’re into Gu Wei. But look at yourself in the mirror; do you honestly think you measure up? With a tiny head, a large body, and such short legs, do you think we forgot about your flat nose just because you got plastic surgery?”

“You, you, you…” Leng Yiran, though capricious, was after all a lady of high standing. She had never been attacked in this manner, so she retaliated, “You’re the dumbass, thinking I don’t know how you and your brother have always been trying to copy the Gu brothers. Even given two more lifetimes, you couldn’t catch up to them.”

Bai Anzhi was not angered but masqueraded as if he couldn’t care less, “I’m aware.”

Leng Yiran, fueled by anger, turned on her heel to leave, “I’m going to tell everyone you two are having an affair here!”

Su Meixi: “…”

This was a disaster she should not have witnessed for so long.

She turned and left as well.

Watching her retreating figure, Bai Anzhi couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.

Su Meixi wore a form-fitting white dress to the wedding, accentuating her graceful figure as she moved, her hips swaying seductively.

Bai Anzhi had been with a fair number of women and, in his experience, Su Meixi’s physique was certainly world-class perfection.

…

Su Meixi returned to her seat, and the guests surrounding Grandpa Gu had already returned to their places.

She apologized to Grandpa Gu, saying she just went out to clear her mind a bit.

Grandpa Gu didn’t fault her. Going out to get some fresh air was perfectly normal, and there was nothing to fuss about.

Elsewhere, Leng Yiran hesitated with the photo on her phone, unsure of who to gossip to.

She glanced at Su Meixi, who was talking with Grandpa Gu. If she were to spill to Grandpa Gu, would he even believe her?

She then looked toward the hotel entrance, where Qiu Yurou was greeting guests. It didn’t seem appropriate to tattle now, right? Family disputes should not be aired in public; even if there were disagreements between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, such situations wouldn’t happen now.

She finally sent the photo to Wan Manyu with the message: Look at Su Meixi cozying up to a guy in the garden. Don’t you want to mention it to your godmother?

Wan Manyu was currently beside Qiu Yurou.

Qiu Yurou was busy greeting guests and had no time to check her phone.

When most of the guests had arrived, and they returned to the main table, Wan Manyu finally took out her phone to look.

She saw Su Meixi and a man in the garden apparently also conversing.

Wan Manyu, having studied psychology and understanding social cues, took a closer look. Su Meixi’s body language was wary, only the man seemed to be making deliberate advances.

She replied to Leng Yiran: You’re making baseless allegations without evidence of any hook-up. Don’t spread rumors.

Leng Yiran, fuming at Wan Manyu’s response, replied: Now that you’ve recognized Mrs. Gu as your godmother, you’re siding with their family. I won’t hang out with you anymore.

Wan Manyu sent back a smiling face.

…

Outside the hotel, the wedding car approached slowly.

The first to make an entrance was the groom.

Gu Cheng usually wore suits, and today was no different. But the makeup on his face and the big red flower pinned on his suit made him look distinct.

His presence was formidable, and today’s get-up made him look like he was the CEO of a fashion magazine about to hold a meeting.

Soon, the bride was helped out of the car by Mr. Zhou.

The host announced the bride’s entrance.

With the wedding theme song playing in the background, Zhou Yuan walked into the conference room, led by Mr. Zhou.

Upon seeing Zhou Yuan, Gu Cheng’s eyes lit up for a moment, and the corners of his mouth tilted upward.

Little Tangyuan was wrapped in a layer of wedding dress, looking even more tempting to peel and bite.

Gu Cheng paused, startled by the sudden thought that had sprung to mind.

Too filthy.

This was at a wedding, after all.

Then he remembered the night he caught her from behind all of a sudden—that moment, he indeed mistook her for someone from his past. However, when she asked him to think carefully about whether he wanted to get married or not, he hadn’t considered it.

This question needed no consideration.

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Since he’d decided to marry, he was clearly going to go through with it.

Zhou Yuan was Zhou Yuan, not a substitute; he knew exactly who he was marrying.

From now on, he would also fulfill his duties as a husband and treat her well.

In no time, Zhou Yuan had approached him. She looked a bit shy today, first glancing at him before lowering her head.

Since that night, Zhou Yuan hadn’t seen him for many days.

If he said the wedding wasn’t canceled, then she would go through with the marriage.

Yet, these past few days, she was still anxious—worried that he might suddenly change his mind, and apprehensive about whether the life after marriage would be as she wished.

So now, seeing him, she felt both shy and timid.

But then, a pair of large hands grasped hers.

Looking up once more, she saw Gu Cheng’s mature and handsome face.

His eyes were resolute, and at the moment he took hold of her hand, all her concerns vanished.

Thus, she let him lead her to the ceremony stage for the wedding.

Then came the cliché parts of the event. The host playfully teased them for a bit, then had them eat an apple together, drink cross-cupped wine, and proceed with the vows—for better or worse, in sickness and in health, in disasters natural or otherwise, till death do them part, and so on.

When it was Gu Cheng’s turn, he also said without hesitation that he was willing.

Zhou Yuan was reassured, tears of emotion flowing down her cheeks.

Su Meixi was watching from below, also happy for Zhou Yuan.

Once the ceremony was over, the guests began to dine, and Gu Wei, serving as the best man, also sat beside Su Meixi.

Gu Wei quietly took Su Meixi’s hand under the table, “How about we also have a wedding?”

Without a second thought, Su Meixi refused, “I don’t want to.”

She disliked high-profile events, and besides, Gu Wei had already given her enough to firmly believe in his love for her. With that established, why bother with such ceremonies?

Moreover, he was busy; just getting him to come back wasn’t easy, and in a couple of days, he’d have to return to the army.

With that time, it would be better for the couple to have a heart-to-heart talk, or engage in intimate activities meant for a husband and wife.

If it was too tiring, they wouldn’t have the energy for anything else.

After changing into traditional Chinese attire, Zhou Yuan also came to sit at the main table.

She looked extremely festive in her red outfit.

As soon as she sat down, she exclaimed, “I’m so hungry, I’m starving, I didn’t even eat breakfast!”

Hearing this, Grandpa Gu couldn’t help but chuckle.

Qiu Yurou was also indulgent towards her, first serving her a bowl of soup, and then advising, “On this great day, don’t mention dying, just have some hot soup to warm up.”

Su Meixi thought that Zhou Yuan still had to toast during the reception, which would require reapplying lipstick if she drank directly from the bowl.

Just about to hand her a drinking straw from the table, Wan Manyu was already quickly offering one to Zhou Yuan.

“Use a straw to drink; you wouldn’t want to reapply your lipstick later.”