Leng Youchen held Wei Anning's hand, brought it to his lips for a kiss, and then, as if showing off and provoking at the same time, looked at Gong Ting. Gong Ting shrugged, seemingly indifferent, but the slight clenching of his fists betrayed his emotions.
In truth, he didn't need to care at all. The more Leng Youchen deliberately showed off, the more it revealed his lack of confidence beneath his composed exterior. He was afraid—afraid that Wei Anning might leave him.
And he knew, with the right approach, he could easily ignite the insecurity buried within Leng Youchen's heart.
The guests gradually took their seats. At 12:12, the wedding officially began. The lights dimmed, the music started, and the entire room held its breath in anticipation.
Yan Nanfei, dressed in a white gown, held onto Father Jiang's arm and slowly walked down the red carpet. The thick layer of red rose petals beneath her feet didn't exude romance but seemed cruel instead.
