Four Hundred and Eighty-Five Handsome Groom

The next day.

Early in the morning.

It was just past 5 o'clock.

Xia Xingchen was woken up to put on makeup and change into a dress. She sat in front of the dressing mirror like a lifeless rag doll, being fiddled with.

Lan Ye sat by her side with his arms crossed and watched the whole time. Xia Xingchen knew that she wanted to appreciate her despair and embarrassment.

Just as the headdress was put on, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

"Madam!"

The panicked voice of the servant suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked up and saw Madam Lanting coming in weakly from outside.

Her condition did not improve, and her body was so weak that it was difficult for her to even walk. However, even so, at this moment, even Lan Ye did not dare to get close to her.

Because...

She was holding a pistol in her hand. This special pistol was exquisite, but its lethality should not be underestimated. Lan Ye knew it very well.

All the servants were so shocked that they took a few steps back, and the scene was suddenly in chaos.

"Mom." Xia Xingchen immediately stood up and walked towards her quickly, "Why did you get up?"

"Come with mom." Madam Lanting held Xia Xingchen's hand tightly. Her hand was cold, as if it had no temperature at all, "Even if I die, I can't let you be used by them!"

Xia Xingchen's eyes were sore.

At this moment, Madam Lanting was obviously very weak, but she was very strong in pulling her. Xia Xingchen was pulled out by her and walked two steps. The long skirt of the white dress dragged on the carpet.

"Aunt!" Lan Ye would never be willing to let her go like this, she suddenly followed her, "The Yu family's car is already on the way! If you take the bride-to-be away like this, what will happen to the face of their Yu family and our Lan family..."

Before she finished speaking, Lanting pointed the gun at Lan Ye.

Everyone took a breath.

Lan Ye was usually brave and used to guns, cannons and bombs, but at this moment, when the cold gun was pointed at her, she was still shocked for a moment and subconsciously raised her hands.

"I don't want to hurt you, but don't stop me from taking Xingchen away!" Lan Ting's tone was unstable, but her momentum was very compelling.

After making sure that Lan Ye would not come forward, she turned around and dragged Xia Xingchen to continue walking out. However, before reaching the door, a group of bodyguards carrying guns suddenly entered in a line with expressionless faces.

The footsteps were heavy and the momentum was terrifying.

The atmosphere in the whole room suddenly condensed, and it was so depressing that people could not breathe.

Then, Lan Zhan walked in with a heavy step.

He glanced at the gun in Lan Ting's hand, and there was no horror on his face. It seemed that what she was holding was just a toy.

He just coldly ordered his people: "Carry the second lady of the Lan family to the car for me!"

What a good second lady of the Lan family!

Xia Xingchen only felt ironic when she heard it.

"You dare!"

Lan Ting raised his gun.

Those three words were so loud that they almost exhausted all his strength, which startled the bodyguards and made them hesitate and dare not step forward.

Lan Zhan's face was cold, "What are you still standing there for?! Go up!"

This shout forced everyone to move forward. Lan Ting loaded the gun neatly and pulled the trigger.

At that moment...

Everyone held their breath, and the timid servants covered their ears in fear, screaming and hiding in the corner.

But...

Surprisingly, the scene was very quiet...

Extremely quiet.

The terrifying gunshot did not sound.

Lan Ting did not give up, and pulled the trigger several times, but it was just a few empty sounds of metal collision.

Lan Ye was the first to breathe a sigh of relief, "No bullets."

Lan Zhan sneered, "Sister, do you think I can still keep bullets in your pistol?"

Lan Ting was so angry that he took a deep breath and threw the gun in his hand down, but he still held Xia Xingchen with his hand and refused to let go.

After the false alarm, the black-clothed men under Lan Zhan's command were naturally no longer afraid, and swarmed up to carry Xia Xingchen downstairs.

"Wait!" She, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke.

She pushed the bodyguards' hands away, and supported Madam Lanting, who was already weak and obviously exhausted, and turned around to let the servants help her into the room to rest.

"Xingchen!" Lanting was reluctant to leave, and looked at her with pain, "Although engagement is not marriage, it is not a joke!"

"Mom, don't worry, I know what I am doing." She whispered soothingly. At this point, there was no choice.

Lan Zhan didn't give them any chance to say anything else, and asked the servants to help Lanting leave. Xia Xingchen followed Lan Zhan's people downstairs.

The New Year and the engagement were originally a festive scene, but because of the bride-to-be's sad mood, the entire Lan family had no lively atmosphere. The servants seemed to be infected, and dared not say a word of congratulations.

Xia Xingchen sat on the sofa in a dress, waiting for the Yu family's car to come.

In this winter, although the temperature inside is constant, she still feels cold all over and shivers in thin clothes.

She never took off the ring on her finger, holding it tightly, just like holding his hand, which gave her a little more strength.

Yun Xiang sat with her, feeling uneasy all the time. After a while, he found a topic and asked, "You don't look very well. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." She replied briefly.

Yun Xiang sighed, took off his fur coat and put it on her shoulders. "You're wearing so little. It will be cold outside."

Lan Ye frowned and reached out to pull the fur coat away. Yun Xiang looked at her reproachfully, "Ye Ye, what are you doing?"

"I bought this for you. Why would you give it to someone who has nothing to do with you?" Lan Ye put the fur coat back on Yun Xiang's shoulders, glanced at Xia Xingchen, and said coquettishly, "Mom, I will be jealous."

How could Yun Xiang blame her for being so coquettish? Sighing, he said helplessly, "When will you be more sensible?"

Xia Xingchen sat aside, listening to the conversation between mother and daughter, and felt only irony.

Forcing her to such a point, Lan Ye could be so at ease.

She sat and sat, her eyes gradually closed, and she was very sleepy.

"Here, here! Master, Madam, Master Yu's car is here!"

It was unknown how long it had been before a shout came in from outside, and then, a mighty motorcade drove directly to the Roman columns of the Yu Family Manor.

Xia Xingchen sobered up a little, and the Lan Family finally became lively, but as the person involved, she was still sitting still, and her expression did not change at all.

Yu Zenan came in person.

He was dressed very formally today. He was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, and a bow tie. He was handsome and more mature than his usual sloppy look.

Xia Xingchen looked up and smiled at him.

But it was a bitter smile.

Yu Zenan walked over and spread his hands in front of her like a gentleman. Her eyelashes trembled, and she gently gave him her hand, supporting him to stand up. He looked at her, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.