Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 367 - 341: The Groom Lost His Cool (Milestone: 2,150 Votes + Bonus)

The eldest and second sons of the Yu Family, who were entertaining guests, simultaneously looked up and glanced around. Yu Mingxi lowered his head, pretending to play with the fuzzy balls on his sweater.

The voice came from that row, and while others might not know, all three of the Yu brothers knew that besides the quirky third son, who else would be so bored?

Meanwhile, Yu Minglang was already immersed in the emotional moment he imposed on himself, his heart surging with emotion. The shout from the third son jolted him, and he directly pulled Qian over, lowering his head to kiss her—not on the agreed cheek but on her lips, which were adorned with the most striking shade of lipstick.

Qian was stunned by his sudden move. Yu Minglang shouldn’t be so lacking in self-control, becoming deeply engrossed with just one call, but when she saw the seriousness in his eyes, she closed her eyes peacefully, cooperating with his intense kiss.

It wasn’t that he was provoked; he was genuinely sincere. The ornate words recited by the radio host, though elaborate, unexpectedly matched Yu Minglang’s mood, and his actions confirmed this. All the guests were just background; he didn’t care at all.

All he wanted at this moment was to follow his heart’s call and sincerely offer Qian his every promise.

The kiss lasted quite long. At first, everyone laughed at Yu Laomao’s passionate performance, but when they saw he wasn’t stopping, and it was getting more intense, they exchanged looks. Was he trying to challenge the Guinness record for the largest lung capacity?

The most awkward was Mrs. Yu. She felt she had to restrain her husband. Mr. Yu seemed ready to get up and cause a scene, but instead of following his father’s call to end it, Yu Minglang escalated it. Not only was it a deep kiss, but a French kiss that seemed endless!

Luckily, Yu Minglang finally stopped. He gently released Qian, gazing at her face flushed from the kiss with deep affection.

The host breathed a sigh of relief, finally done with that, ready to move on to the next item: parents’ speech, huh?

Where’s the microphone?

It was in Yu Minglang’s hand.

From the moment Yu Minglang couldn’t control his deep kiss, the host felt like they were in a fake venue.

They had hosted numerous weddings for dignitaries, yet this was the first time they saw someone completely ignoring the host.

Seeing Yu Minglang finally stop, the host breathed a sigh of relief, just about to proceed to the next step, letting the parents speak, when Yu Minglang snatched the microphone directly from their hand.

The venue fell silent.

Yu Minglang, who had taken over the host’s job, turned calmly and said to them.

"You talk too much nonsense; I’ll do it myself."

The host’s psychological shadow was indescribable.

This kind of carefree person was a first!

His childhood friends, sitting at the same table as Yu Minglang, burst into laughter.

Yes, this is exactly what Yu Laomao would do.

When Yu Minglang had started off by following the protocol with Qian, everyone felt a bit uneasy, feeling like it wasn’t his style.

Outsiders might find it strange that the groom snatched the microphone for himself, but that’s exactly Yu Laomao’s style.

Mrs. Yu was already dumbfounded, and Mr. Yu had already stood up. What did this brat plan to do in front of so many elders?

Just as he stood up, he felt his shoulders held down from both sides. Turning around, he saw his eldest and second sons had come over, standing behind their father. The eldest son had foreseen that his younger brother would stir something up during the never-ending kiss and directly came to stop their father.

Having one brother who causes trouble is already bothersome; if the father goes up aggressively, the family’s engagement party would be utterly chaotic.

Completely oblivious, or rather completely ignoring the reactions of others, Yu Minglang took the microphone and first spoke to the audience.

"For future wedding banquets like this, there’s no need to hire a host. A bunch of clichés aren’t as practical as me doing it myself."

Ignoring the audience’s burst of laughter, he turned and said to Qian,

"Chen Xiaoqian, I don’t want to recite those complicated wedding vows. Vows etched in stone might not decay, but they vanish with the wind. I just want to tell you a few words from my heart, and my heartfelt words are—"

The crowd fell silent, all eager to hear what Yu Laomao’s heartfelt words would be.

"You’re really beautiful today."

"Poof!" Laughter erupted again. Was Yu Laomao there to confess or to annoy? Isn’t marrying a wife for her beauty?

Qian didn’t know how to respond to his words. Yu Minglang wasn’t usually an unstable person, but when he went off the rails, he wasn’t even human!

Zheng Xu, who should have been sitting at the childhood friends’ table, sat with Qian’s family. Hearing Yu Minglang say such unreliable words in such an important setting, full of dignitaries, Zheng Xu turned to Hai Zhao next to him.

"I’m going up to pull Qian down."

Chen Zilong, sitting on Zheng Xu’s other side, nodded, "I also think my brother-in-law is acting a bit inflated today — by the way, big brother, have I seen you somewhere before?"

How did these two end up in the family group? Zheng Xu voluntarily came over, and Hai Zhao had originally been sitting at the childhood friends’ table. Seeing Zheng Xu moving towards Qian’s family, Mr. Yu wasn’t sure of his intentions and had his friend Hai Zhao also join in, as a mole to monitor the suspicious Zheng Xu.

Mrs. Yu snorted, whispering, "She only has that face left which is somewhat worth redeeming."

"Then you don’t even have that redeeming quality, aunt, I heard you got an extremely expensive beauty treatment card?" Yu Mingxi professionally retorted.

While everyone was still engrossed in the jokes created by the groom, Yu Minglang continued from the stage.

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were particularly beautiful, but that wasn’t the most important reason you attracted me."

"I don’t believe it; you just liked my beauty mark. I’m a psychologist, I understand your preference for beauty marks. If I were ugly, would you still want me?" Qian decided to go all out.

Come on, let’s hurt each other. It’s come to this; let’s just let the scene collapse a bit more.

Oh dear, the newlyweds are having a spat, this is good, this is exciting!

Everyone had attended countless weddings, but never seen one this lively and entertaining. How great is this, giving a gift and getting to see the groom act up and steal the microphone, and a battling bride!

"Swap the groom!"

Someone shouted this, and Yu Minglang’s childhood friends joined in, creating a ruckus, along with the friends he brought.

Hai Zhao and Zheng Xu exchanged glances, with Zheng Xu smirking.

"I thought Erha sent you to have a positive impact."

Zheng Xu was the first to shout, but Hai Zhao quickly joined the rhythm, and once these two started, the rest of their childhood friends couldn’t hold back.