Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free

Chapter 670 - 680 Wedding (8)

Someone lowered their voice and continued, "I heard that person seems to be Qiao Mo’s sister. The two look extremely similar, but somehow, at first, Mr. Fu mistook her for that person.""Sister? Is it that Qiao Yun? I saw news about her not long ago, saying she experienced a big fire back then, and Mr. Fu has been going to the hospital frequently to visit her recently."

"Ah, no matter what, Mr. Fu is marrying Qiao Mo today. It’s enviable."

Listening to the whispers around her, Qiao Mo slightly lowered her eyes.

Unexpectedly, after the last incident, so many people already knew about Qiao Yun’s existence.

Really have to admire these people’s skills in gossiping.

Xie Qinghuan, who was listening on the side, frowned and stepped forward, saying, "Are you the only ones with mouths? Afraid others will think you’re mute?"

The few people were slightly startled, clearly not expecting someone to so bluntly reproach them in public.

But these people were ladies from various prestigious families; how could they have been slapped in the face like this before? One after another, they retorted sarcastically, "Yo, whose family are you from? You really speak without respect."

"Exactly, our mouths are ours to say whatever we want, besides, we’re speaking facts."

"Who do you think you are, daring to talk to us like this? Just a little bridesmaid, really think you’re..."

Qiao Mo frowned, about to speak.

A soft voice sounded, "What’s wrong with being a bridesmaid? Even if she’s a maid, she has the right to tell you to scram!"

They all turned around, Yan Yiheng strolled over in a black suit, an evil grin in his eyes.

Without looking at Xie Qinghuan, his gaze fell on the faces of the few women opposite him.

"Tsk tsk, look at your face, fake like an inflatable doll, and you... your breasts, sagging from augmentation. And you... lips like sausages, who gave you the courage to act wild here! Huh?" Yan Yiheng walked slowly up to them, coldness in his eyes.

The initial excitement on the women’s faces turned to unease, as they lowered their heads without daring to speak, though feeling aggrieved enough to cry.

Yan Yiheng frowned impatiently, "Scram, scram, stop being such an eyesore here, hanging around like guardian spirits, trying to ward off evil for my brother’s wedding?"

The women bit their lips, slightly unwilling, but secretly glanced at him again.

Yet meeting his cold hawk-like gaze, they shivered instantly, lowered their heads, and hurried away.

After they left, Yan Jiu turned to Xie Qinghuan, whistled, and with one hand in his pocket said, "How do you plan to thank me?"

Xie Qinghuan sneered, "Mind your own business."

With that, she walked past him, her high-heeled shoe once again stepping hard towards his leather shoe.

But Yan Jiu had already suffered once and was determined not to suffer again, so he quickly moved, avoiding and instead reaching for her.

Similarly, Xie Qinghuan was wary of him, sidestepping to avoid.

Yan Jiu’s large hand grasped air, but caught the thin veil on her shoulder.

With a ’rip’ sound.

The sound of fabric tearing through the air.

Along the strap, the dress was torn open a large section...

The fabric at the chest immediately halved, and the once subtly revealing beauty almost got exposed.

Xie Qinghuan froze for a moment, the flames in her heart spiking upwards, her little universe on the verge of exploding.

Yan Yiheng also froze for a moment, but it was only an instant.