Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 91 Let me go
"I've been captured by Qian Ke'er's people, she's going to kill me, Xiao Ying, come save me, I'm..."

The phone was snatched away. "Su Ying, I know you're still alive. Your brother is in my hands. I'm giving you three hours. If you don't come, I'll dismember him and make him wish he were dead!"

Nan Wu closed her eyes briefly to steady herself and try to stall for time. "I can go, but how can three hours be enough? Do you know where I am? Even if I took a plane, I probably wouldn't make it. How about this, you give me your address, and I'll be there for you at noon tomorrow. How about that?"

Su Wen is important, but this wedding is even more important. If she loses this opportunity and ruins Fang Lanxin's plans, she will never see her grandmother again. Both of them are family, so she has no choice but to take a gamble.

Unexpectedly, Qian Ke'er actually agreed. "Fine, I don't think you can cause any trouble. I'm warning you, Su Ying, if you dare to play any tricks, I'll dig up your parents' urns and flush them down the drain, so you won't even have a place to pay your respects!"

After hanging up the phone, Nan Wu felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her whole body was freezing cold. She didn't even know how she got back to the rest room, her whole body was trembling.

The noise outside quickly brought her back to reality. She patted her face and took a deep breath.

Su Ying, you can do it!
"Strange, where have everyone gone?"

Nan Wu turned around and gasped in shock at the person who suddenly appeared behind her.

Patting his chest, he exclaimed, "Fourth Master, you...you scared me to death!"

His back stiffened abruptly. "You sent them away?"

Xiao Shen ripped off his tie and tossed it aside casually. "You're still pretty smart!"

He stepped closer, lightly lifting the white veil from Nan Wu's head with his index finger, as if admiring her. "Not bad, you look beautiful today!"

When he said this, his expression was slightly flippant and playful, with a hint of deeper meaning.

When people of the opposite sex get so close, even the most ordinary actions become tinged with ambiguity, let alone when they are men and women who have had physical intimacy.
Xiao Shen is very particular about his personal items, even his perfume is custom-made, with a unique woody scent that is neither bland nor strong, but has an understated yet addictive and sophisticated feel.

The moment it entered Nanwu's nasal cavity, it quickly took over all her nerves.

Nan Wu steadied herself, unable to fathom his thoughts. Her heart pounded with unease. Her eyes darted around, and she tentatively asked, "Fourth Master, there are so many guests in the main hall, probably all waiting to see you. Don't you need to go and make your appearance?"

"I'm not going!" The man's thin lips parted slightly, his tone clean and decisive.

Nan Wu bit her red lips lightly, a little flustered, "Then what do you want to do?"

She wore a white dress and a diamond crown, looking like the Statue of Liberty descending from the heavens—pure, beautiful, and stunningly beautiful.

Xiao Shen is indifferent to women, but paradoxically, he likes to keep things to himself; what he sets his sights on can only be his.

If I can't have it, I'll destroy it!

"Don't you know what I want to do?"

The man approached step by step, and Nan Wu had nowhere to retreat. With a screech, her thigh slammed into the low table.

The man leaned forward, his leather shoes tapping on the edge of the table. His thick, dark eyes were fixed on Nan Wu, and a half-smile played on his lips. "You're afraid of me, huh?"

Nanwu thought to herself, "Grandpa, you're so capricious and do whatever you want. I'm not afraid of you, so who are you afraid of?"
"Fourth Master, can we talk about this after my wedding? There are too many eyes and gossips around here, and it wouldn't be appropriate if someone saw us!"

Xiao Shen hooked his arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and raised an eyebrow, giving her a cold look. "You've slept with me so many times, are you sure Xiao Jiayang can satisfy you?"

Nan Wu choked up.

The way she says that makes it sound like she can't live without a man.

"Fourth Master, I didn't want this either, but marriage involves both families, not just me. I can't make that decision. Please, please let me go!"

Xiao Shen was clearly trying to cause trouble. If he deliberately sabotaged the wedding and something went wrong, her plans would be ruined. No matter what, she couldn't let anything go wrong.

Today, she has to marry Xiao Jiayang. Regardless of whether Xiao Shen will be angry, she will soon say goodbye to everyone here.

As if he had heard a joke, Xiao Shen scoffed and nodded, saying, "Alright, you've grown quite capable!"

"Nan Wu, I'll make you realize that going against my wishes will be the most regrettable thing you've ever done!" He grabbed the back of her head and bit her lip hard as punishment.

"Hmm..." By the time Nan Wu realized what was happening, the man had already resolutely left.

Nan Wu wiped her lips with the back of her hand; they were bleeding, and it hurt terribly.
Damn bastard!
At the corner outside the door, the pair of black leather boots that had been lingering there quietly left...

"Miss Nan, Miss Nan?"

Nan Wu recalled Xiao Shen's warning and had a bad feeling. The makeup artist's voice brought her back to her senses.

"Your lipstick is smudged, let me touch it up for you!"

Someone nearby reminded us, "What 'Miss Nan'? We should call her 'Young Madam' now!"

"Yes, yes, young mistress!"

"It seems that the young mistress is too nervous. It's alright. Just take some deep breaths and ignore the people below!"

Nan Wu forced a smile.

Soon the host's voice could be heard from outside, and the guests below the stage applauded in waves.

Then Nan Wu was invited to the stage. She walked with her head held high and her steps graceful, accompanied by beautiful and melodious music.

This was the moment she had been looking forward to, and also the moment she was resisting.

She knew that as long as she married Xiao Jiayang, she could reunite with her grandmother, but she just couldn't be happy. Her heart was filled with mixed feelings, after all, a wedding is something that only happens once in a lifetime.

He glanced around at the crowd but couldn't spot Xiao Shen.

Nan Wu breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little disappointed.

They were lovers in a clandestine relationship, satisfying each other's physical needs. Perhaps in Xiao Shen's eyes, she was merely a suitable bed partner, so why would he be jealous that she was about to become someone else's bride?

If so, it's a man's damned possessiveness, the possessiveness of an absolute superior about what they like.

This is not possession, but habit.

In the crowd, she spotted a familiar figure.

She dressed simply, mingling among the guests, her eyes fixed on the stage, so low-key that no one noticed her.

Yes, Fang Lanxin came too; she wanted to verify her results with her own eyes.

Nan Wu didn't hear a word the host said next until the music changed and Xiao Jiayang appeared.

Today, he was dressed to the nines, holding a bouquet of flowers as he walked gracefully toward her. For some reason, Nanwu felt that his smile was so lewd.

Oh well, it's not like I'm really going to marry him anyway, so I'll just have to put up with it for now.

"I must say, standing together like this, Jiayang and Miss Nan actually look quite well-matched!" Xiao Ruonan turned her head to look at the man diagonally behind her. "What do you think, A-Lie?"

Ah Lie nodded. "If Fifth Miss says so, then so be it!"

Xiao Ruonan stared at his face, feigning surprise, "Hey, why do you look so unhappy? You look terrible."

"Miss Wu is overthinking it!" After a pause, Ah Lie continued, "Miss Wu, I'm going to the restroom!"

"Go ahead! There are a lot of people, so don't wander off!"

(End of this chapter)