At Gao Zhe's estate, the wedding ceremony was underway.
Wan Yunting, using a trip to the restroom as an excuse, slipped out of the villa. He scanned the grounds and spotted Niu Qiuling, Zhou Dong, and others moving chairs on the lawn. He immediately walked over, signaling them with his eyes. Niu Qiuling, Zhou Dong, and the others understood.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, Zhou Dong followed Wan Yunting to a secluded corner by a wall. He asked, "How's Director Pang's side? When can we make a move?"
Zhou Dong shook his head. "Director Pang just replied. He said the police are finalizing their plan. They've decided to act today, but the exact time hasn't been set yet!"
"Not set yet."
Wan Yunting frowned, glancing at his watch. It was already eleven in the morning. He said urgently, "Their wedding starts in another half hour."
Zhou Dong was also helpless. "I'll urge Director Pang and them again."
"Alright, go ahead then."
Wan Yunting waved his hand dismissively, feeling agitated. After Zhou Dong left, he immediately contacted Director Pang to inquire about the situation.
When Wan Yunting returned, he heard jubilant commotion from the manor entrance. It turned out Gao Zhe had brought the bride, Su Jiacheng, back.
Seeing Gao Zhe pulling Su Ke'er, who was wearing a wedding dress and keeping her head down, from a distance, Wan Yunting's brows furrowed, his gaze sharpening. He stood far away, not going closer to watch.
"Mr. Gao, congratulations, congratulations..."
At this moment, all the guests present crowded around to congratulate Gao Zhe.
Gao Zhe, holding Su Jiacheng's hand, who had been keeping her head down, knew that this eldest daughter of the Su family was unwilling to marry him. However, Gao Zhe didn't mind at all. This wedding was a marriage of convenience. Gao Zhe had long since come to terms with it, so he didn't care whether Su Jiacheng wanted to marry him or not; as long as they went through the motions of marriage, it would suffice.
"Why is the bride keeping her head down? She looks unhappy..."
Many onlookers noticed that the bride beside Gao Zhe kept her head down, her pretty face showing a trace of sadness. Su Ke'er's heart was filled with despair. She no longer held any hope for Yun Ting Ge to appear. She even worried if Yun Ting Ge saw her marrying the man beside her, would he be angry...
Angry? How could Wan Yunting not be angry? His heart was also filled with doubts. He saw that Su Ke'er was unwilling to marry Gao Zhe. He had heard about this union between the Gao and Su families, which had been agreed upon by Gao Tianhe and Su Yunhe ten years ago.
Therefore, Wan Yunting could guess that the Su family was unable to break their promise and was forcing Su Ke'er to marry Gao Zhe!
"Azhe, quickly take the bride upstairs. The ceremony will be held when the auspicious time arrives."
Gao Zhixiong did not want the surrounding media to capture Su Jiacheng's unhappy expression. He urged Gao Zhe to quickly take the bride into the villa. Simultaneously, security personnel blocked the media, only allowing cooperating media outlets to follow and film the wedding ceremony on the estate.
"In-laws, let me escort you inside to rest."
Gao Zhixiong and his wife Qian Jing came over and invited Su Wenbai, Bai Shuhui, their son Su Xing'an, and other Su family relatives to temporarily rest in another villa.
Xu Wenbai did not speak and wore no smile on his face. He nodded and led all the Su family members to follow Gao Zhixiong and his group...
Gao Zhe had already taken Su Jiacheng to a large bridal chamber on the second floor of the villa. The few bridesmaids who entered with Su Jiacheng were her cousins. The remaining bridesmaids were women arranged by Gao Zhe, primarily to add to the festive atmosphere. Su Jiacheng was unwilling to marry Gao Zhe, so naturally, she wouldn't invite her classmates or friends to be bridesmaids for the wedding.
"Heh, the bride is quite beautiful. It would be nice if she could smile."
Fang Tai, Chen Guangyang, and other young men from the groomsmen party could clearly see that Su Jiacheng was unwilling to marry Gao Zhe. However, as people in this circle, they were well aware of business marriages of convenience.
"Yes, her face is very cute."
Chen Guangyang looked at Su Jiacheng, who was sitting on the bed with her head bowed, and smirked maliciously.
Gao Zhe saw the two of them staring at his wife and smirking, knowing what they were thinking. He then clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Everyone is happy today. Let's play some games together."
"Alright..."
The groomsmen in the room immediately became excited, especially Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang, who understood Gao Zhe's intentions. They immediately grinned wickedly, their lascivious gazes fixed on Su Jiacheng, who sat on the bed with her head down, looking lost. Her despair made her seem soulless, completely numb.
"Bride, don't just sit there. Let's play games together..."
Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang immediately went up and sat right beside Su Jiacheng. Their "salty paws" had already reached her lower back, subtly embracing her. Su Jiacheng's delicate body trembled. With her head still down, her pretty face turned pale, and her eyes reddened. She bit her red lips, trying hard to restrain herself.
However, Gao Zhe turned a blind eye to this scene. He sat on a nearby sofa, picked up a glass of wine, and drank. He watched Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang teasing Su Jiacheng, not only did he not stop them, but a slight smile also appeared on his lips.
Gao Zhe didn't take his wife seriously at all. She was merely an item in a marriage of convenience.
They had only met twice, with no affection between them. In Gao Zhe's eyes, Su Jiacheng was a commodity. Even if he gave her to Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang to play with, Gao Zhe wouldn't object.
Moreover, Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang were people close to Ouyang Liqun. If he could use Su Jiacheng to consolidate his relationship with Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang, why wouldn't Gao Zhe do it?
"This waist is really slender..."
Fang Tai and Chen Guangyang's "pig paws" roamed and felt along Su Jiacheng's slender waist. Their faces showed wicked, lewd smiles. Seeing that the bride kept her head down, Chen Guangyang reached out and lifted Su Jiacheng's chin. He saw her large eyes filled with tears, her lips tightly pressed together, looking pitifully vulnerable. This made Chen Guangyang feign sympathy and say with a smile, "What a pitiable bride..."
"Haha, then Young Master Chen should dote on the bride properly! Azhe doesn't mind."
Fang Tai laughed heartily, pointing to Gao Zhe, who was sitting on the sofa drinking wine. He smiled and said, "Please, do as you please. Pretend I'm not here."
"Haha, Azhe is indeed sensible."
Chen Guangyang and Fang Tai burst into lewd laughter. Just as they were about to make a move on Su Jiacheng, several bridesmaids from the Su family next to them immediately shouted, "What are you doing? Let go of Jiacheng..."
"Beauties, come and play..."
Several groomsmen immediately went over and forcibly dragged Su Jiacheng's elder cousins and younger cousins into the cloakroom. They even touched them inappropriately, scaring them into screams, "What are you doing? Don't do this, let us go..."
"Haha, let's play games! Everyone have some fun..."
"Ah, no..."
Screams of resistance from Su Jiacheng's cousins echoed from the cloakroom, while the others outside burst into laughter.
Gao Zhe's groomsmen were basically local rich second-generation wastrels, a group of inhumane beasts.
"Azhe, then we won't be polite."
Chen Guangyang's "salty paw" continued to rummage on Su Jiacheng's lower back. He turned to Gao Zhe, who was sitting there with his legs crossed, holding a wine glass, and said with a smile, "Young Master Fang and Young Master Chen, have fun. Just pretend I'm not here."
"Haha, then I'll go first..."
Chen Guangyang smirked and pushed the bride onto the bed. At this, Su Jiacheng finally reacted and struggled. But no matter how hard she tried to push the man on her, she was pinned down by Chen Guangyang, whose "pig mouth" began to kiss her indiscriminately.
"Wuwu, no..."
Su Jiacheng's despair caused her to choke and cry. Her futile struggles gradually weakened.
Bang!
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door, which had been loosely closed, was kicked open with great force.
Wan Yunting stood at the doorway, his sharp eyes looking at Su Jiacheng, who was pinned to the large bed below, sobbing in despair.
Wan Yunting's eyes turned icy, his face extremely gloomy. A killing intent caused the temperature in the entire room to plummet. It made everyone present freeze their actions and tremble violently, feeling the extreme coldness in Wan Yunting's gaze.