My Groom Ran Away

Ruan Zhiyin used to look forward to their lives after returning to China.

But at that time, she did not know that every dispute between the two of them would exhaust all of her energy.

“Zhiyin, you are too prejudiced against Jingfei.”

“Ah Zheng said that Jingfei is getting very popular right now. She requires some scandals to maintain her popularity. Zhiyin, you don’t need to care too much about this.”

“The jewelry company in charge of Jingfei’s jewelry for this event made a mistake. I let her take the jewelry set from that auction… Zhiyin, you don’t really like jewelry, so it shouldn’t be that important to you.”

“Jingfei’s assistant said that she was given too much to drink. That director has harassed her before. Zhiyin, I need to go and check it out. I’ll make up Valentine’s Day for you tomorrow, okay?”

“Jingfei has already explained to you that there’s nothing between us. Why do you always need to be so overbearing?”

“Jingfei is your younger cousin. She cares a lot about the relationship between the two of you. Do you always need to make things difficult for me?”

“Zhiyin, you weren’t like this before. Why did you become so harsh?”

Their last dispute was the day before their wedding. She found out that Qin Jue had arranged for Lin Zhe to enter Qin Company.

During that argument, she refused to give an inch. And Qin Jue… His eyes were full of disappointment.

……

A dull pain came from her fingertips, and the memory came to an abrupt end. A man’s low voice sounded next to her ear.

“Ruan Zhiyin,” Cheng Yuelin frowned and lowered his voice. “Raise your head and look at me.”

When Ruan Zhiyin returned to her senses, she raised her eyes in response and landed directly on a pair of dark and deep pupils. She was still a bit dazed.

“Your expression right now is even uglier than when you’re crying. What is it? Are you regretting it now? Or are you willing to admit you have lost?” Cheng Yuelin’s voice was neither forceful nor weak. But it hid a faint feeling of cold ridicule.

The brilliant and delicate silver wedding ring was held by someone. It was supposed to be the time when the bride and groom exchange rings. But after Cheng Yuelin held her hand, he stopped with a hand in his pocket.

Ruan Zhiyin’s slim and slender fingertips had faint red marks. The man’s cold and apathetic eyes met hers. His serene and dark pupils were filled with an indistinguishable meaning.

She understood what he meant by his words. If she really regretted it, then this would be her last chance to go back.

She could abandon all the gusts and ignore all of the rumors and leave without looking back—

Just like how Qin Jue had disappeared from the wedding, but at the same time, it would mean she would have to admit that she had lost.

Cheng Yuelin’s expressions seemed to be asking her, ‘Ruan Zhiyin, are you willing to admit you have lost?’

In a split second, she made her decision.

Ruan Zhiyin took a deep breath and completely calmed down.

She took the twinkling silver male ring, and her eyes were full of provocation. “Cheng Yuelin, did you come here to mock me?”

“What do you think?”

Cheng Yuelin raised an eyebrow and watched her push the ring into his finger roughly, as though she was taking revenge, before he returned to that unperturbed leisurely look.

He glanced at the ring on his finger. Then he slowly took the female ring and lowered his head and slowly pushed it onto her ring finger.

“Ruan Yingying, did you not hear that idiot Wang Xin’s words? I’ve clearly sacrificed my pure reputation.” He paused and then he raised his eyes and sneered, “I’ve run over to. Steal. The. Bride.”

“Since I’ve already become the groom…”

“So?”

“I’m very expensive. You need to perform this play properly.”

As though he needed to prove that sentence.

In the next second, he leaned over—

His thin, slightly cool lips kissed the corner of her mouth.

A warm hand supported the back of her head. The two of them were very close. The refreshing scent of pinewood filled in her nose and there was an almost imperceptible scent of cigarettes.

…….

Ruan Zhiyin’s eyes went slightly wide and her eyelashes quivered. Before she could react, he had straightened up and pulled away.

“I request for your guidance, Mrs. Cheng.”

The author has something to say:

Host: Next, the groom must kiss the bride.

Cheng Yuelin. Heh. A wedding even has such good things?