Although Fu Xingyun’s expression had remained unchanged, for a schemer like him, who pretended to be a fool, he’d definitely hold a grudge.
Lin Qiong couldn’t quite fathom it. Having died in his previous life, why had he been granted a second chance, only to face death again?
Perhaps this was God’s sense of humor.
Lin Qiong lowered his gaze, observing the exquisite craftsmanship of the white suit he wore.
The fabric seemed to shimmer, and the workmanship was meticulous. It was as if the price tag had hundreds and thousands of zeros…
With a deep breath, Lin Qiong assured himself.
Worth it!
Lin Qiong, whose head had been in a mess earlier, suddenly perked up. Just as he was about to head back inside, he noticed something was amiss.
Why wasn’t the groom wearing a flower on his chest at a wedding?
Lin Qiong was uncertain about what weddings were like for wealthy people. However, he’d noticed that grooms typically had flowers on their chests at their weddings.
Even though his focus was mainly on food, he still paid some attention to the little details.
Recalling that Fu Xingyun had nothing on his chest, he turned his attention to the wall.
The ignorant wildflowers: …
“Xiao Qiong!” Fu Jinghong looked around inside and outside the church, eventually spotting Lin Qiong standing by a white wall.
Lin Qiong was found with a handful of wildflowers in his hand, muttering to himself and opening and closing his mouth…
Fu Jinghong approached.
“Don’t pick wildflowers from the roadside. It’s a waste to not pick them…” (t/n: it was this contradictory in the raws)
Fu Jinghong:…
He forced himself to regain his composure. He needed to escape from the wedding with Lin Qiong, so that his older brother would be humiliated and mocked at the ceremony.
When they were both young, before he was officially recognized as a member of the Fu family, he coincidentally attended the same kindergarten as Lin Qiong.
Later, when he discovered that Fu Xingyun was set to marry Lin Qiong, he seized the opportunity to meet him.
Lin Qiong had no recollection of him, but Fu Jinghong fabricated a story, claiming that Lin Qiong had saved him when they were children, and that he had always remembered him and held deep admiration. He showered the other with compliments and gave him lavish gifts.
Fortunately, Lin Qiong wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so he fell for it when he saw all the luxurious items he gave.
A week before the wedding, Fu Jinghong went all out to be kind to Lin Qiong in order to humiliate Fu Xingyun on his big day.
“Xiao Qiong!”
Lin Qiong, still collecting wildflowers, was suddenly yanked to his feet.
The man before him seemed perplexed.
Who are you?
Lin Qiong couldn’t seem to regain his composure, and in the next moment, he heard the man speak like a machine gun. “Xiao Qiong, I finally found you!”
“I know you don’t want to marry my elder brother. It’s my fault; I couldn’t prevent it.”
While talking, he clenched his fist and angrily struck the wall.
Lin Qiong:…
It appeared that he recognized this troublemaker…
In the novel, Fu Jinghong, the villain’s half-brother and the cuckold adulterer, had made an appearance!
Lin Qiong stole a glance at him and quickly distanced himself.
Don’t try to play him!
Oddly, the man didn’t seem to notice the disdain on Lin Qiong’s face and reached out to grip his wrist. “Xiao Qiong, let me take you away to a place where it’s just us two. Only death can part us.”
This was… absurd.
“Actually, I…”
“Trust me, I’ll get you out of here.”
“Actually, I want to go back and marry your brother.”
“Don’t lie!”
Lin Qiong:…
“Xiao Qiong, I won’t allow you to deceive yourself or our relationship like this.”
This person seemed seriously unwell…
“I’m not.”
“Okay,” Fu Jinghong placed a finger on Lin Qiong’s lips. “I understand everything. I know everything.”
You know nothing! ! !
“The wedding is about to start. If we don’t leave, we’ll be found out.”
So you know that the wedding is starting soon! He wouldn’t make it if he stayed.
Lin Qiong didn’t have time to entertain him, so he turned around, ready to jump back over the wall. But Fu Jinghong held him back and embarked on a sentimental monologue.
“Xiao Qiong, do you remember when we were kids and no one wanted to play with me at kindergarten? You were the only one who would sing with me.”
“I remember that song, about a little swallow that returns each spring, wearing a flowery dress. I asked the swallow why it came…ah!!!”
Unable to bear it any longer, Lin Qiong kicked the man off the wall.
“The swallow said you should mind your own business.”
T/N: LOL
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