The red wine used in the wedding banquet had a relatively high alcohol content. Su Wanqing allowed the high-purity alcohol to numb her already overwhelmed nerves, drinking one glass after another.
When she finished her third cup and reached for the fourth cup, a strong yet gentle hand grabbed her slender wrist and stopped her behavior.
"Sister, you drank too much." Luo Xichen's ice-blue eyes contained a hint of endearment, and he took the wine glass from her hand domineeringly.
He had been watching her quietly in the audience, watching her forcing a smile, watching her eyes crying silently, watching her handing her mother over to his father's hands.
In fact, the moment he saw who his father's bride was, Luo Xichen's hand was always on the pistol he carried. Yes, he wanted to kill someone.
His nature is so arrogant, so unruly, with the aura of a king that destroys everything.
Luo Xichen is furious, Luo Xichen is rational.
He knew that he had been tricked by his father. He knew clearly that he loved Wan Qing, but he still didn't care about his own feelings and married Wan Qing's mother without even telling him before.
This feeling of betrayal by the most important family member was something Luo Xichen couldn't bear.
But what if he lost control and smashed the scene?
He Luo Xichen has become the biggest joke in this city even before he has established himself in City X!
So what if he beat up the man he always trusted 100% and should call him "Dad"?
You still have to get married when you need to get married, and you still need to recognize your sister when you need to recognize her.
He saw her below - he saw her looking at her happy mother with eyes that contained suppressed pain, and she looked at her father with an extremely cold and mocking smile.
He understood her pain better than anyone else.
It is because of this that he can no longer panic, and he can no longer let anger control him.
Yes, he, Luo Xichen, is more calm than calm, more calm than calm. If he can't stay calm and composed, how can he give her a sense of security when she is sad and frightened.
This is Luo Xichen, Luo Xichen's outlook on life, and what Luo Xichen thinks of love.
The moment she heard him call her sister, Su Wanqing's heart still twitched violently. She felt that reality was like a ruthless hand that slapped her hard when she was at her most ecstatic!
What he called her was correct. She was a month older than him, so he should call him sister.
"Xichen." With a stubborn but gentle smile on her face, she looked at him with a mischievous look, and called again, "Xichen."
With a cheerful tone and a smiling face, Luo Xichen looked at Su Wanqing, the corners of his lips raised in a usual dazzling arc, the gentleness in his ice blue eyes remained unchanged, he nodded gently, childishly.
He said "hmm".
Su Wanqing laughed, this time she really laughed.
He is still him, has not changed at all. He is still her Xichen.
Luo Xichen stretched out his hand in an extremely gentlemanly manner and invited in an elegant aristocratic manner: "I wonder if I am lucky enough to invite this beautiful lady to dance."
Just like a fairy tale, the glazed black eyes returned to their original clear color. Su Wanqing happily put her small hand into Luo Xichen's big hand and let him lead her onto the dance floor.