Chapter 282: Old Husband, Old Wife

Ruan Xiangqian never intended to come to Binhai.

His company had a mountain of tasks, with countless matters waiting for him to handle each day.

As for his daughter having a boyfriend, that was no big deal—she was already twenty-eight, and having a boyfriend was perfectly normal.

Moreover, they hadn't been dating long, so it was even less likely he'd come to Binhai just to meet her boyfriend; if he truly wanted to meet him, he should have gone to Siming instead.

But last night, his wife's

Could it be? Was she really serious about getting married this time? And the man she chose to marry wasn't him—it was another man.

He suddenly let go of her hand, shaking his head repeatedly—how could she suddenly say something like this? Her attitude had changed by one hundred and eighty degrees. Who had changed her?

He lifted his head, his tear-filled eyes meeting Zhou Mingjian's, making him feel even more pained. He leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead, a gesture of comfort, yet still saw the shock in her gaze.

A wolf sprinted from afar; Li Yi was lost in thought, Li Lu was watching the sunset, neither noticed the wolf.

"If I could choose, I'd have chosen long ago." Even in that area, he had failed repeatedly—it was too embarrassing. Though both failures were due to unforeseen circumstances, if he only accepted her because of such tactics, Su Nuannuan truly found it hard to fully accept.

She would kill the bastard with her own hands, slice his flesh into pieces to feed to dogs, strip his bones to boil into soup, pull out his tendons to make a belt, and peel his skin to make a cushion.

"Alright, Yijie, thank you so much for this," Jiang Jingluo's mother gripped his hand tightly, expressing her gratitude.

Hearing the noise outside, three or four ragged men immediately emerged, their eyes flickering with suspicion and uncertainty as they stared at Xiang Zixi.

Mu Chenyu slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on her, then on the ring clenched in his fingers—the dazzling two-carat diamond, gleaming brilliantly under the sunlight.

For a long while, there was no reply from Yuan Ji; instead, the air around grew colder. Sensing something was wrong, Mu Yue instantly opened her eyes, her smile gone.

Wan'er nodded slightly, her expression serene and coldly astute: "The Emperor is no longer alive." She cut straight to the point.

"Hey! Heard you've been undefeated in all three surveillance units—today afternoon, your clothes were even torn to shreds," Ni Ling teased, gesturing for Feihu and Li Siniu to sit down.

These twenty-odd nuns were completely different from the previous ones—they were older, stockier and more muscular, all with murderous glints in their eyes; clearly, they weren't newcomers to being called out to deal with people.

But this time, they had clearly grown smarter—they no longer scurried about like headless flies, lost and helpless; they now understood what… strategy meant! Of course, the leader was Wang Zhun.

The First Madam also sighed softly along with the Old Madam, yet her lips involuntarily curled upward.

Li Hongyu glanced at the formation at the gate, feeling deeply reassured—this group seemed highly capable.

"Big Brother, don't bother persuading the Prince anymore—I'm fine!" As he spoke, Ashina Yun pushed open the door and stepped in.

Was it resignation? Why could she be so calm… as if this were perfectly natural, as if she had foreseen it all along, so when it truly happened before her eyes, it didn't feel sudden or unbearable at all.

Because he was just an unworldly villager, did that mean he didn't know how terrifying Yuan Ji was? But Yuan Ji's overwhelming aura of slaughter was so obvious—could he not feel it?

Everyone felt honored—the groom and bride felt honored, both families felt honored, and relatives and friends all felt honored.

"Go ask them—why are they here too?" He hesitated for a moment, then instructed the driver.