The Master of Ceremonies: "!!!"
What’s happening now?
Is someone crashing the event?
Lin Xuan’s eyes lit up.
It’s Su Hua!
She’s finally here!
Suddenly, sixteen imposing black-suited bodyguards wearing sunglasses appeared. They quickly ran in and stood on either side of the red carpet, their hands clasped behind their backs.
The Qin family had never seen such a spectacle before.
They took a step back in fear.
The Master of Ceremonies’ heart sank completely. It was indeed a crash. Thankfully, he was already bald, and his thick hair was just a wig. Otherwise, he’d have lost a good chunk of it from the stress.
But… it seemed like there was going to be quite a show.
The usually composed Master of Ceremonies now had a glint of gossip in his eyes.
“Hiss…” The sound of sharp intakes of breath echoed through the venue.
A woman walked out onto the red carpet, dressed in a black evening gown, as if she had just come from a gala.
Her jet-black hair was smooth and tied up simply with a hairpin. The custom-made black dress was strapless, hugging her slender waist perfectly. She was a natural-born enchantress.
Her face was exquisitely beautiful, a true peerless beauty.
Such a woman would normally attract countless men, but her expression was icy, cold, and untouchable, exuding an aura of dominance.
Su Hua’s appearance stole everyone’s attention.
Their mouths hung open, their eyes filled with awe.
She was breathtakingly beautiful!
Lin Li was also staring at Su Hua with admiration.
He had seen countless beautiful women, but this was the first time he had encountered someone so stunning.
This woman was like a poppy flower—dangerous yet captivating, igniting an irresistible desire to conquer her.
If only he could win her over…
Lin Li’s mind began to race, and his gaze toward Su Hua became one of determination.
Meanwhile, Qin Ruoyao, standing on the circular stage, was filled with jealousy.
She was the campus belle of Shangqing University, known for her beauty, but in front of this woman, she felt inferior.
Su Hua, in her high heels, stepped onto the stage and declared firmly, “Lin Xuan doesn’t want to marry another woman.”
Qin Ruoyao, feeling the invisible pressure from Su Hua, mustered her courage and asked, “Who are you? Today is my wedding with Lin Xuan. What are you doing here?”
Su Hua glanced at her dismissively, treating her like an insignificant ant, and didn’t bother to respond.
“Ah Xuan.”
Her slender, pale fingers lifted Lin Xuan’s chin, her voice as cold as ice. “You’ve been very disobedient. Without my permission, you dared to come here and marry another woman, hmm?”
The crowd’s eyes widened in shock.
This woman had come for Lin Xuan, and from the sound of it… their relationship was anything but ordinary.
Was Lin Xuan really that desirable?
First, Qin Ruoyao insisted on marrying him, and now this stunning woman had shown up, seemingly to stop the wedding?
The cold, aloof woman leaned in close to Lin Xuan’s ear and whispered softly, “Since Ah Xuan is so disobedient, I’ll have to take you back to the cage I’ve prepared for you.”
“Ah Xuan, you’ve lost your freedom…”
Su Hua spoke the exact same words as she had in their past life!
Having anticipated this scene, Lin Xuan had rehearsed countless times.
He planned to first pledge his loyalty to Su Hua, saying he was willing to leave with her. Qin Ruoyao would surely be furious and confront him.
He would then rebuke Qin Ruoyao, and after that, he would announce the cancellation of the wedding.
By doing this, Su Hua’s anger would likely subside.
He could effectively show his loyalty to her.
Lin Xuan’s mind raced as he began to speak, “Su Hua, I…” am willing to go with you.
Before he could finish, Su Hua pressed a finger to his lips.
“Shh, Ah Xuan, don’t speak.”
Lin Xuan was confused. Wh-what’s going on?
Su Hua glanced at Jiang Qing. “Bring it here,” she commanded coldly.
Jiang Qing handed her a glass of crimson liquid.
Su Hua took a sip of the liquid into her mouth.
Then, she kissed Lin Xuan’s lips.
The crowd: “!!!”
Lin Li clenched his fists tightly.
This woman had been tainted by Lin Xuan. How disgusting!
Su Hua transferred the liquid into Lin Xuan’s mouth. The scent of her perfume filled his senses, and the taste of alcohol lingered on his tongue.
Some of the liquid spilled from Lin Xuan’s mouth, and Su Hua licked it away.
Lin Xuan felt dizzy, his head growing heavy.
Su Hua whispered softly, “Ah Xuan, sleep now.”
The wine had been laced with a sedative!
Lin Xuan’s mind was filled with one thought: It’s over…
He had planned to use this wedding to prove his loyalty to Su Hua, but now she had drugged him. His intention to marry Qin Ruoyao would be impossible to explain.
Once they returned, Su Hua would surely punish him severely.
“Su Hua, you’ve mis…” understood.
Lin Xuan tried to explain, but as soon as he uttered the word “mis,” he passed out completely, supported by two bodyguards.
Qin Ruoyao’s eyes widened. “He’s my groom! How dare you drug him in front of everyone!”
“Qin Ruoyao,” Su Hua narrowed her eyes at the woman.
Her neck was so slender—just a slight twist, and it would break.
She was the woman Ah Xuan loved the most. If she died, would Ah Xuan stop thinking about other women?
Su Hua’s beautiful eyes were filled with a murderous glint.
She really wanted to kill her, but Ah Xuan would hate her for it.
Su Hua suppressed the overwhelming urge to kill and said coldly, “I’m warning you, stay away from him.” Otherwise, she wasn’t sure when she might tear her to pieces.
Qin Ruoyao felt a chill run down her spine.
She had just seen murderous intent in this woman’s eyes—yes, murderous intent!
No, she couldn’t let this woman take Lin Xuan away from the wedding. It would be a slap in her face!
Qin Ruoyao raised her voice. “Security! Where’s the security?”
The security guards, seeing the situation, didn’t dare to step forward. None of them were willing to intervene!
Su Hua left with Lin Xuan, and the bodyguards followed.
The guests whispered among themselves.
“That woman is clearly wealthy, and her looks and figure are exceptional. Qin Ruoyao doesn’t even compare.”
“Lin Xuan is one lucky guy. I wonder what he has that makes such a stunning woman fall for him?”
“She’s just toying with him. Trust me, she’ll dump him soon enough.”
The younger men’s voices were tinged with envy.
They wished they could take Lin Xuan’s place!
Qin Ruoyao, in her white wedding dress, watched helplessly as her groom was taken away by another woman.
Hearing the guests compare her to that woman, pointing out her inferiority at every turn, Qin Ruoyao was on the verge of losing her mind.
She had never been humiliated like this before!
Qin Ruoyao stomped her foot.
Lin Xuan only had eyes for her! Hmph, what does it matter if that woman took him? As soon as she beckons, Lin Xuan will come running back to her like a loyal dog!
The Master of Ceremonies was brimming with excitement, thoroughly satisfied with the drama.
Wow, this was intense.
Given the situation, the groom was sure to face some punishment once taken back by this stunning woman. And when it comes to punishment between a man and a woman, well…
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