Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 1100 - 1103 Hua Hua Departs in Tears 4

"I don’t care. Before I come back, you and my brother absolutely cannot get married. This is my only demand. If you don’t agree, I definitely won’t leave!" Hua Hua shoved her phone into Gu Shaocheng’s hand. "Talk it over with my future sister-in-law, then give me an answer!"

Gu Shaocheng held the phone and looked at Hua Hua. "Hua Hua, don’t make things difficult for others."

"And aren’t you making things difficult for me? Isn’t pressuring me like this the exact same thing?"

Through the phone, Chenxing heard Hua Hua’s hysterical shouting. She felt incredibly frustrated—why was she being dragged into this mess? Every day she longed to marry Shaocheng as soon as possible.

"Fine, I agree to your terms."

Just as she was agonizing over it, she suddenly heard Shaocheng’s voice from the other side. Chenxing’s eyes widened instantly, almost in disbelief. She strained to listen as the voice over the phone continued, "I’ll wait for you to return, to sew Chenxing’s wedding dress and my groom’s suit. I’ll wait for you."

Immediately after, the call was abruptly cut off.

Chenxing clutched her phone, staring blankly for a long time, her lips pouting higher than the skies. Why—why?

On the other side, Hua Hua, who had been emotionally charged all this time, suddenly fell silent. It was as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. She stared at Gu Shaocheng for a long while before she finally parted her lips: "Brother... is what you said... really true?"

"Does it feel fair now?" Gu Shaocheng asked.

His expression barely shifted, gripping his phone tightly, then breaking into a serene smile that was dazzlingly beautiful: "I’ll wait for you to return, and you’ll be my best man."

It seemed like just an ordinary promise.

But Hua Hua knew—and he knew too—that the promise carried immense weight, enough to instantly calm Hua Hua’s troubled heart.

"... Fair... fair."

Fair enough that... he began to realize just how unreasonable and absurd he had been.

Hua Hua left.

This time, he truly left.

He soared high into the sky, leaving only the trail of a jet behind.

Sitting by the window, he desperately wished for clairvoyance, yet he couldn’t see the City E below—not anymore. Still, his gaze was fixed downward.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Uncontrollable, muffled sobs escaped him!

Inside the luxurious private jet, someone handed him a cup of coffee. Ling Yin sat on the sofa, leisurely flipping through a newspaper, then pushed the coffee toward him. "Have a drink."

It took a full half hour before Hua Hua finally withdrew his gaze. He looked at Ling Yin, "Where am I going?"

"The survival-training camp in the Sahara Desert."

Hua Hua took a deep breath. "Will I make it back alive?"

Ling Yin couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at Hua Hua’s despairing tone, throwing the question back at him: "What do you think?"

Hua Hua felt lost. "I can’t handle hardship."

"I have a younger brother. When he first went, he was only thirteen—well, he couldn’t handle hardship either, really scared of it," Ling Yin said, his thoughts drifting far away. "But guess what? How’s he doing now?"

"Probably dead, right?" Hua Hua thought bitterly. "A 13-year-old tossed into the desert? It would be a miracle if he lived."

Ling Yin didn’t expect Hua Hua to be so pessimistic. He shook his head. "These days, he’s in charge of all of Charm World’s arms trade. Just hearing his name is enough to make people’s souls flee their bodies."

"Isn’t that kind of like my third brother?" Hua Hua’s eyes widened in amazement. But in the next instant, his gaze dimmed again. "I could never be like that. I’m timid, plus I have a face that everyone loves, a vibe that’s too approachable. Look at my skin—so soft."