novelraw Chapter 671 - 681 Wedding (9)
Chapter 671 - 681 Wedding (9)
He reacted quickly, grabbing Xie Qinghuan into his arms as soon as the fabric ripped, wrapping her with his suit.Ridiculous!
He hadn’t even seen it himself, how could he let others see!
Xie Qinghuan’s face turned ashen, glaring at him through gritted teeth: "Yan! Yi! Heng!"
He held the woman tightly in his arms, her chest pressed against his, feeling as soft as his heart: "Tsk tsk, you actually remembered my name."
Facing her fiery eyes, he continued, "Why are you angry? I’ll pay for ten new ones for you, okay?"
"Get lost!" Xie Qinghuan shoved him away, not caring at all about the exposure.
Holding up the neckline with both hands to prevent the dress from slipping, she turned and walked towards the prepared room under everyone’s gaze.
Qiao Mo was a bit dumbfounded watching the two of them, wondering if they were just not compatible.
Checking the time, Qiao Mo looked around again.
Yan Jiu was here, but where was Fu Nancheng? Why hadn’t he arrived yet?
And she didn’t know if Qinghuan would make it back in time with her outfit change.
Yan Yiheng stood slightly stunned, watching the woman with her beautiful bare back walking away, obviously not expecting her to just... leave like that?
He gently touched his chin, about to chase after her.
But something came to mind, and he turned to Qiao Mo: "Little Sister Qiao, Third Brother suddenly has something to do, the wedding is delayed by an hour, moved to 9:30, he asked me to inform you."
Now it was Qiao Mo’s turn to be stunned, just about to ask something more, but Yan Yiheng had already quickly left.
After a few steps, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over Xie Qinghuan’s shoulders...
Qiao Mo was still in a daze, wanting to call Fu Nancheng, but her phone wasn’t with her, and for some reason, she felt a vague unease.
Similarly, the priest and the emcee were also notified of the one-hour delay, and soon the guests got the news as well.
Seeing they weren’t pressed for time anymore, many people tried to get on good terms with Qiao Mo, asking to take pictures with her.
Although Qiao Mo was somewhat distracted, she knew you can’t refuse a smiling face. Besides, the delay was their fault, so she didn’t decline and stood in front of the chapel taking photos with everyone.
Outside the chapel on the lawn, there were long tables set up.
Covered with orange-pink tablecloths, the tables with European-style tableware exuded luxury and aesthetics, layered with exquisite pastries and small gifts, a champagne tower, fresh fruits, and dishes.
So initially, nobody was really upset, after all, fine wine, food, and beauty accompanied by gentle music was a kind of enjoyment.
Qiao Mo kept taking photos with others, and about forty minutes later, as the crowd slowly dispersed, she finally caught her breath.
She looked at her own white dress, then at the direction of the chapel’s entrance.
Less than twenty minutes left, where had he gone?
Standing for a long time made her a bit tired, so Qiao Mo walked into the chapel and sat on the last row of pews to wait.
The entire chapel was decorated with solemnity and majesty, yet romantic and clean.
The red carpet led up to the altar where the priest stood, though he was still absent at the moment.
Still a lot of people were resting inside the chapel, occasionally turning to look at Qiao Mo curiously.
"Do you think Mr. Fu is having second thoughts about the wedding?"
"He... he probably wouldn’t, right? After all, this wedding is so grand, if Mr. Fu didn’t want to marry her, there’d be no reason to go to such lengths."