Chapter 691: Night of the Wedding

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

Chi Wanqing immediately approached the girl and the man, asking, “What’s going on?”

The man innocently showed his hands, saying, “This girl’s been drinking since noon. I asked for her address to take her home, but she won’t move.”

Chi Wanqing studied the man. Her detective experience told her he didn’t know the girl. “Who are you to her?” she asked.

The man replied casually, “I saw her here at noon, drinking until now. She wanted to keep drinking, so I offered to take her home.”

Chi Wanqing sneered. The girl’s beauty was obvious. The man’s presence since noon clearly indicated his intentions.

“Thank you,” she said to the man, “but I’m here now. I can take her home.”

Before the man could respond, Gu Yinsheng approached, asking, “What’s wrong, Wanqing?”

Gu Yinsheng saw the drunk girl, a flicker of shock in his eyes. He’d already been fortunate to see Chi Wanqing, but this girl was perhaps even more striking!

What day was today? he wondered, contemplating the unfolding events.

“Nothing,” Chi Wanqing replied. “My friend is drunk; I’ll take her home.”

The drunk girl looked surprised upon seeing Chi Wanqing. “Qingxue? How are you here? Aren’t you getting married today?”

Chi Wanqing now knew the girl knew Ye Mo. The latter part of the girl’s statement, however, caught her attention. Grabbing the girl’s hand, she asked, “You mean Ning Qingxue is getting married? To whom? To Brother Ye?”

“Brother Ye… Mmm… another drink! I need to celebrate!” the girl slurred, increasingly intoxicated.

The man, having heard their conversation, realized the girl hadn’t lied. Noticing Gu Yinsheng, he exclaimed in horror, “CEO Gu!”

Gu Yinsheng nodded curtly. Turning to Chi Wanqing, he offered, “The hotel across the street is mine. Why not take your friend there for the night?”

Chi Wanqing pulled the girl along, smiling. “No need. My home is nearby. Goodbye!”

Gu Yinsheng’s expression darkened. He addressed the man, “What’s your name?”

“CEO Gu, I’m Zheng Xun, Gu Mingnan’s classmate. I’ve met you once,” the man quickly responded.

“Tell me about that girl,” Gu Yinsheng said, sitting opposite the man.

“Yes, CEO Gu!” Zheng Xun quickly seated himself.

…

Luo Yue Lake was breathtaking, even without embellishment.

Ye Mo hadn’t invited the Beijing Ye family; only Ning Zhongfei, Lan Yu, Ye Ling, Tang Beiwei, and Ye Zifeng were present.

Lan Yu, despite her concern for her daughter, accepted Ye Mo marrying her daughter and Susu simultaneously. After all, he was no ordinary man.

Ning Zhongfei cared only for his daughter’s happiness. Without Ye Mo, she would be a concubine. He was overwhelmingly pleased with Ye Mo, a capable man who had saved his wife and daughter in America. His company had joined Luo Yue, a place he and his wife desired to live.

Soon, everyone departed, leaving only Ye Mo, Luo Ying, and Ning Qingxue at the mansion.

Luo Ying started to leave after ushering Ning Qingxue into the bedroom, but Ning Qingxue grabbed her hand. “Sister Luo Ying, don’t go. Stay.”

Luo Ying smiled. “We agreed I’d come later, right? It’s your first time—”

“Luo Ying,” Ye Mo interjected, anxious despite knowing it was Ning Qingxue’s first time and that Luo Ying wanted them alone. He knew what to say but struggled to express it.

Luo Ying approached, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Smiling, she left, reassuring him with the gesture.

Emboldened by the kiss, Ye Mo vowed never to abandon Luo Ying and Ning Qingxue. They were his life. Cultivation was important, but not more so than them. What good were thousands of years without them?

As if sensing his thoughts, Ning Qingxue nestled against his chest.

Gazing at her, a fire ignited within Ye Mo. He recalled her rescue of him under the Shen Nong Jia cliff, her sleep in his arms, his near-touch of her chest.

He reached for her collar.

Ning Qingxue moaned as his warm hands grasped her breast. Her face flushed crimson, her eyes dreamy. Barely audible, she whispered, “Carry me to bed.”

As Ye Mo undressed her, a fire consumed Ning Qingxue. She pressed herself against him, a wetness rising within her. His encircling hands sent her heart racing.

She’d envisioned, even dreamt of this, but the reality overwhelmed her.

His broad chest, his masculine scent, made her lose herself.

As Ning Qingxue moaned contentedly, Ye Mo felt indescribable satisfaction. The famously cold and beautiful Ning Qingxue was so sensitive. Her body was soft as clouds, her warmth melting him.

A sharp pain pierced her, and Ning Qingxue knew what it was. She instinctively clung to his shoulders, remembering her earlier conversation with Luo Ying:

“Sister Luo Ying, was your first time painful? Should I bite him or clasp his shoulders like the books say? Were you like that?”

Luo Ying had replied, “By the time I felt pain, he was already imprinted in my heart, and I knew I was in his. I didn’t want him to hurt as I did, so I just wanted him to hold me tight.”

Pain was fleeting; the overwhelming joy and satisfaction would last longer. Unable to resist the love in her heart, Ning Qingxue grabbed his neck, her tongue meeting his.

…

Morning sunlight woke Ning Qingxue. Luo Ying lay beside Ye Mo.

Reaching across him, she took Luo Ying’s hand. “Sister Luo Ying.”