Han Yixing's face was a little red, probably because he was angry. He felt like he was acting out a joke in other people's eyes, especially when the spotlight was still flashing.
She blinked back the tears desperately, but there was still a drop hanging on her eyelashes. She turned her face away, refusing to look at Meng Beichen again. She wanted to take away the painful hand, but he wouldn't let go.
She frowned, thinking very much that a knight was here to save her from the clutches of the perverted uncle.
But the reality is that the same questions from the priest have been heard overhead.
"Miss Han Yixing, are you willing to have Mr. Meng Beichen become your husband and enter into a marriage contract with him?"
After hearing this, Han Yixing angrily glanced at the uncle beside her who looked disgusting but refused to let go of her hand, and shouted in a loud voice: "I don't want to!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the first thing she felt was that someone was squeezing her hand tighter, but it didn't hurt her.
Then there were bursts of breathing and talking behind her, coupled with the constant flashing of the spotlight, a look of pride flashed across her face, it was best to stop this wedding from going ahead.
"Han Yixing, are you really looking for death?" Meng Beichen gritted his teeth and growled from above her head, and she smiled evilly: "Am I willing?"
Of course she knew what he was worried about. His mother kept asking her to behave well when she came here before. Of course she also knew what the Meng family meant in Lincheng.
Although she really likes his mother, she just doesn't want to. How will this priest continue?
Meng Beichen suddenly felt a headache. When he thought she was a cute angel, he should have guessed that she was also a little devil who could cause destruction.
He wanted to squeeze her hand as hard as before, but he still couldn't react. Her hand was incredibly small and soft, and he couldn't bear to squeeze it.
He has had too many women, but he seems to have never paid attention to women's hands.
After the initial daze, the priest coughed dryly and chose to ignore the bride's words before raising his voice and asking