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Shouldn't it be Lin Zimeng? Why did her face appear?

All of the guests were completely shocked. They realized that the young girl was currently touching the groom, Feng Yu.

"Pah!" A crisp and resounding slap sounded out, shocking everyone.

Then, a furious and embarrassed voice bellowed, "The Lin Clan treats you well, why did you ruin your sister's happiness?"

The woman who scolded angrily was Lin Zimeng's mother, Han Qin. She was furious to the extreme, blaming everything on the dumbstruck Lin Ru.

"I …" Lin Si held his swollen cheek and was about to open his mouth to explain when his snow-white face was slapped again.

This slap was even more forceful, breaking the corner of her lips. A trickle of blood flowed down from the corner of her lips.

At this moment, Lin Zimeng, who was standing on the flower bed, had an expression of collapse. She covered her head, finding it difficult to accept the ridiculous scene in front of her.

"No …" This is not real... This is not true! " She was a little taken aback, murmuring to herself.

Feng Yu, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression as he watched the Lin Clan members suffer a crushing defeat. Looking at their fearful and uneasy expressions, he felt a sense of satisfaction from taking revenge.

"Feng Yu, quickly tell them to lock this thing up. I don't want to see it, I don't mind, I … Let's continue with the wedding. " Lin Zimeng reached out his hand to grab Feng Yu's big hand, begging him nervously with a trembling voice.

Feng Yu gently pushed her hand away in disgust. With a layer of cold smile on his handsome face, he said, "I don't mind!"

"What?" Lin Zimeng was stunned again. She didn't mind, why would Feng Yu mind?

Lin Qunnan, the Lin Clan's old man, hastily stepped onto the flowerbed. When he heard Feng Yu's words of 'I do mind', his old face froze.

Lin Guodong also quickly went up to explain, "Feng Yu, the wedding has already progressed to this stage, we cannot stop. Otherwise, how will my daughter continue to behave in the future?"

"Oh, that's not my concern." Feng Yu had a lazy expression on his face as he looked at Lin Kunnan, "If you want the wedding to continue, there's only one way. Change people to be my bride."

"What?" No... "No, I don't agree. Your bride is me, Feng Yu. I am your fiancee." Lin Zimeng was in extreme pain and was on the verge of going insane. She tightly held onto Feng Yu's sleeve and bitterly cried, "I love you! Feng Yu, marry me! Marry me!"

Feng Yu, however, did not pity the tears on her face at all. Marry your granddaughter to me, and the conditions that I've agreed to remain valid. "

"No …" "Grandfather, don't marry Lin Si, he's my husband." Disregarding his image, Lin Zimeng burst into tears as he pleaded with his grandfather.

Lin Guodong looked at his daughter's heartbroken appearance and his heart ached. He wanted to persuade his father to give up on this wedding. At least his daughter would still have some face.

Changing a bride midway was a great disgrace to his daughter.

But!

Lin Kunnan had an old face and said seriously, "Guodong, take Zhumeng away!"

"Dad …"

"Take him away!" Lin Kunnan stared at his son with a stern look.

Lin Guodong's body froze. He could only pull Lin Qimeng, whose face had already turned ashen, "Sisi Meng, get off first."

"No …" I don't want... "I want to marry Feng Yu. Today is my wedding, not Lin Ming's." Lin Zimeng refused to go down there.

At this moment, the walls on all four sides were glittering with vibrant colors, like crystals.

The man's blood was boiling as the woman stared fixedly.

Everyone knew that Feng Yu had a physique comparable to that of a devil. His body was so sturdy that it didn't have a single strand of fat on it. He was the choice of a prince in the dreams of all women.

While everyone was enjoying the show, Lin Ming only had one thought in his mind – die!