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Hong Kong, Xeno Hotel.

"Next, please welcome our bride and groom to the stage …"

Rather than saying that it was helping, it would be more appropriate to say that it was coercing.

Who in the Hong Kong didn't know that the Second Young Miss of the Jane's house had a simple heart like a fairy?

However, to be able to bear with marrying such a beautiful daughter to that sixty year old old old man from the Zhuang Clan, the spectators had to say: Jian Xingfeng is really bold!

As for whether it was praise or irony, everyone had an idea.

"Thank you for your support. I, Zhuang Jun, am fortunate enough to have a lovely wife today. I owe it to my peers …" The coarse voice sounded beside his ears, causing Jian Ning to involuntarily shiver all over.

Not out of fear, but out of anger.

She really wanted to throw off the bridesmaid's hand, lift the white veil on her face and loudly tell everyone that she was Jian Ning, and not the second miss of the Jane's house.

"Elder sister, you can marry her without worry. I will help you take good care of that good mother of yours …"

Recalling the words of her delicate and pure little sister that was like a white lotus whispering in her ear, she wanted nothing more than to tear off that snake and scorpion beauty's face!

Jian Ning tried her best to raise her finger, but due to the effects of the medicine in her body, she could not even open her eyes, and could only bow slightly to the bridesmaid's strength.

Seeing that the wedding was about to end, Jian Ning could only allow the anger in the bottom of her heart to grow like a wild weed, followed by despair …

Bang.

The door was suddenly slammed open, and a group of bodyguards dressed in black suddenly filed in, surrounding the entire hall.

For a time, the deathly silent atmosphere spread throughout the hall.

Until an exquisite wheelchair was pushed in by the bodyguards, the most eye-catching person was the man in the wheelchair.

He was dressed in a silver-grey suit with delicate eyebrows, but his entire body was ice-cold. The noon sunlight shone through the entrance of the hall and covered his back with a layer of golden light.

Even when he sat on the wheelchair, he did not act humble. His eyes, which were as black as ink, swept over everyone in the hall. Anyone whose gaze made contact with him would feel a deep shiver in the bottom of their heart and be unable to stop holding their breath to focus.

It was as noble as an emperor visiting his territory.

"Shang … Shang shaoye …" Someone tremblingly shouted out his identity.

Shang Jin, the president of the first group of the imperial family, his father, Shang Jiantang, had died in a car accident three months ago. After that, he returned to his hometown and took over the first group of the first group.

Therefore, even though the rumors said that his legs were crippled, no one dared to look down on him.

"Young Master Shang, why didn't you inform us of your arrival in advance?" Zhuang Ye who was puffing out his beer belly squinted his eyes, the wrinkles on his face wiggled and he asked with a fake smile.

"Could it be... You even need to notify me in advance to steal the bride? " Unknowingly, a black pistol appeared in his hand. As he fiddled with it, the black muzzle would occasionally sweep across everyone in the hall.

Jian Ning's body trembled. If she did not hear wrongly, the slight cracking sound just now meant that the gun was above the barrel. Such a crazy action, what exactly is this person trying to do?

"This bride, I want her …"