Chapter 448: Until We Meet Again (Two-in-one, an extra chapter for the Tuan Tuan Hegemon Alliance Leader)

Treading the tiger's prison, breaking the nine passes; arrows like rain and golden pellets urge the clever formation, pepper soup and bitter wine split the throat-sealing pill.

Suddenly seeing the place where the hibiscus weeps pearls, cherry lips hold a smile and call for the Groom.

Like Tripitaka going to fetch the scriptures, having experienced all hardships, Lin Siping has finally managed to step through that door.

Relatives across the hall brought over wine and dishes: four cold dishes, eight hot dishes, four desserts, and various fruits.

It is evident that the bride's family attaches great importance to this and has prepared everything very thoroughly.

Standing at the doorway of the bridal room, one can even hear the Fourth Uncle laughing heartily in the living room across the hall, with the nephews and nieces who brought the wedding cars scurrying all over the house.

Joyous laughter and chatter, a scene of harmony and happiness.

But why was it like that before?

Gu Ming frowned: "How come it feels so awkward?"

Lin Sicheng did not speak: when a family is large, there are all kinds of people. Not all relatives can be of one mind, and not all relatives wish for their kin to do well.

Amidst these reflections, two elders came over to invite them to the table. The two had no appetite, so they waved their hands and stood by the balcony.

But not wanting to kill the mood, Gu Ming made a phone call and summoned the previous Best Men up. But one was missing; there were originally six, and now there were only five.

The one who had been stirring up trouble earlier did not come.

The cousin-in-law and Sister Chunmei carried bundles into the bridal chamber and called the young boy and girl over. Next was the exchange of tokens: socks, belts, hairpins, wooden combs, and the like.

Sausage Noodles were brought over from across the hall, and the few Best Men ate them noisily. Soon after, several female guests entered, carrying trays; among them were two bowls of noodles, one a Celadon Bowl, the other a cinnabar bowl.

The key was the woman carrying the noodles: she was wearing a deep red cheongsam, with a "Mother-in-law" corsage pinned to her chest.

Gu Ming was stunned: "Mother-in-law?"

Lin Sicheng nodded.

"Cheng-wa, what kind of custom is this?" Gu Ming looked curious, "The mother-in-law serves the noodles herself, but the bowls are different?"

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"These are 'Leaving-Mother Noodles'! Green represents the sky, cinnabar represents the earth, symbolizing the union of heaven and earth. Although the bowl is large and there are plenty of noodles, there is only one strand, symbolizing a long and lasting union."

"The mother-in-law feeds the first three chopsticks, first to the bride, then to the groom. The two bite three times, meaning: first, to break poverty; second, to break disaster; third, to break misfortune—then the two take the bowls and eat three more mouthfuls, then switch bowls, meaning to share both sweetness and bitterness—"

Gu Ming listened, completely bewildered: "And then?"

"The young girl scatters money, the young boy rolls on the bed, meaning to roll on a golden bed and invite a hundred children—then receive the 'box-pressing' money: the bride's side presses one portion, the groom's side matches one. After that, the groom and bride exchange belts and socks: the man's is trimmed with red satin, the woman's is embroidered with golden lotus threads; this is called the Jieyuan Tiao, to share a livelihood and never be parted. After changing socks, they change insoles: the man's has lotus flowers on the same stalk, the woman's has pomegranates for many children—"

"So trivial?" Gu Ming shook his head, his eyes rolling twice, "It's hard on you, never having been married, yet able to remember it so clearly?"

Not knowing what thoughts were turning in that dog's brain of his, Lin Sicheng glared at him: "I've already simplified it as much as possible!"

At least the father-in-law didn't come over; otherwise, they would still have to perform the bowing ceremony (bidding farewell to the family) and sing the parting rites. These two items alone would take at least an hour of fuss.

"And then, get off the bed, go out?"

"Right!" Lin Sicheng nodded, "The bride wears a red veil, and the maternal uncle carries her out the door. Before getting into the sedan chair, she changes into a golden head covering—"

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"Isn't it the groom who carries her?" Gu Ming looked left and right, "I didn't see the uncle come in?"

Lin Sicheng did not speak: if following traditional customs, when a daughter marries in Guanzhong, it is definitely the maternal uncle who carries her.

Looking at the wedding items prepared in Lin Siping's home, as well as the mother-in-law serving the noodles, the bride's departure today should be following traditional customs.

But the living room was full of young people and women, and in the bridal chamber, there were only the aunts who received and sent off the bride, the mother-in-law, the bride and groom, and the bridesmaids.

Since the uncle didn't come, naturally the groom has to carry her.

Gu Ming bared his teeth: "With Lin Siping's small frame, whether he can carry her out of the residential complex is a question."

Lin Sicheng paused: although Lin Siping is thin, he is still a young man in his early twenties, and he heard the bride is not very heavy. If he grits his teeth, carrying her for a few dozen meters shouldn't be a problem.

What he worried about was after going downstairs: looking at the previous Lianmen Shibaguan, and then these two passes after entering the building, it was a mix of humiliation and obstruction. I'm afraid it won't be easy to get out of this door today.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Sicheng whispered instructions: "After we go downstairs later, if anyone makes things difficult, don't worry about anything else, just protect Siping and the bride and get them into the car. If you really can't get away, let the bride get down and walk."

"Huh?" Gu Ming was stunned, "Will that work?"

Guanzhong custom: when a bride marries, her feet must not touch the ground, and her face must not see the light.

Once her feet touch the ground, she will take away the good fortune and wealth of her maiden home. Once her face is exposed to the light, evil spirits will strike.

Gu Ming, of course, doesn't believe this, and nowadays people don't pay attention to it either. Just as an example: according to custom, a pregnant woman should neither receive nor send off a bride. But today, the bride herself is pregnant; what about that?

According to traditional sayings, the parents-in-law should not send off the bride either, otherwise the maiden home will be poor for three generations. But Gu Ming doesn't believe it: won't Lin Siping's father-in-law and mother-in-law go to the hotel to eat at the banquet later?

He was afraid the bride wouldn't agree.

Lin Sicheng was exceptionally certain: "Don't worry, she will agree."

Lin Siping is not a fool; if his emotional intelligence were really that low and he lacked such sense, he couldn't have achieved such high success in his past life.

So this premarital pregnancy, getting on the bus before buying the ticket, is nine times out of ten the bride's idea. Even Lin Siping being blocked at home by his father-in-law is ninety-nine percent likely her design.

In order to be with Lin Siping, she could even sacrifice that, let alone walk a few steps without a veil?

"What if the bride's family doesn't agree?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Don't worry, they won't!"

There will definitely be someone making trouble; those cousins of the bride downstairs, including the uncles sitting in the living room across the hall, must have a lot of opinions about Lin Siping.

But not everyone is like Hu Kun, determined to cause trouble, like Hu Gang for instance.

At most, they just want to see Lin Siping make a fool of himself and make him yield.

Turning these thoughts over, Lin Sicheng prepared to give a few more instructions after Lin Siping came out, telling him to be a bit sweeter with his words later. But then, he shook his head again.

Actually, when they were downstairs, Lin Siping had already figured it out: only a few people were making things difficult for him, and their goal was to make him flip the table and quit. Otherwise, he wouldn't have swallowed his pride and offered a toast of apology to Hu Kun.

Secondly, Lin Siping knows very well what is more and what is less. Otherwise, just now when the bridesmaid surnamed Su told him to call her 'Mom' and his face turned cold, his attitude wouldn't have changed so quickly.

With Lin Siping's intelligence and perceptiveness, the so-called "backbone of pride" and "waist too stiff to bend" are all nonsense.

It's likely he was humiliated by the bride's cousins before, or perhaps for other reasons, and Lin Siping knew that fawning was useless, so he couldn't be bothered to pretend.

Otherwise, why didn't he act proud toward Director Hu?

As he was thinking, the door to the boudoir opened, and two children dressed in wedding attire, with chubby, rosy faces, walked out.

The boy opened a red umbrella, the girl carried a small food box, and they scattered grains as they went. First toward the sky, then toward the ground, then toward the path ahead, and finally, they scattered a handful back into the boudoir.

Following this, the two shouted in their milky voices: "Repel heavenly spirits, suppress earthly disasters, lead fortune home!"

Is the bride about to leave her boudoir?

Whether they had eaten their fill or not, the Best Men all put down their chopsticks. Gu Ming picked up the cigarettes on the table and passed them around: "Gentlemen, the situation just now was special, it was merely an expedient measure, please don't take it to heart. After this is over, we brothers will host a separate table to make amends to you all."

The "brothers" here naturally referred to himself and Lin Sicheng.

The one from Shaanbei smoothed things over: "Understood, understood!"

The others didn't say anything and took the cigarettes.

The one who had been leading the mischief didn't show up, which made the problem clear: not all the Best Men were malevolent spirits.

Gu Ming smiled and reminded them again: "Eighty-one tribulations; Lin Siping has already passed eighty of them. There is only the final hurdle left, so I ask you brothers to help him out."

The few nodded one after another: "Rest assured!"

Just as they were giving instructions, the newlyweds came out of the boudoir. But the first to appear was not the groom, but the bride.

Dressed in a Chinese-style wedding gown with a red veil over her head, her arms were wrapped around Lin Siping's neck; she was being carried in a bridal style, held firmly around the waist by Lin Siping.

The two brothers were stunned for a moment: the reason he didn't carry her on his back was likely out of fear of pressing against the fetus in her belly.

The problem was, carrying her in his arms was much more strenuous than on his back, and Lin Siping couldn't see the road ahead at all; if he took one unsteady step, both of them would tumble down the stairs.

Looking at Lin Siping again, after only a few steps, he was already starting to pant.

Lin Sicheng sighed: Brother, Gu Ming said you were weak, I didn't expect you to be even weaker than he described.

Gu Ming gave a look: What should we do?

With Lin Pingwa in this pathetic state, let alone carrying her to the car, he would probably struggle just to carry her downstairs.

It really wouldn't do to go downstairs like this; the key was that it was too dangerous.

Lin Sicheng thought for a moment and took two steps forward: "Cousin, wait a moment!"

Lin Siping stopped instinctively, and Lin Sicheng looked behind them.

There were many people behind: two Aunts who had come to escort the bride, then two Aunts who had come to receive her, as well as a bustling crowd of bridesmaids, and the mother-in-law and several female guests who had gone in earlier.

In that dense crowd of people, Lin Sicheng actually saw a familiar face: Chunmei's sister-in-law, Chen Jiayu, who was in the same school and grade as him?

The key was that she was wearing a bridesmaid's dress. The reason he hadn't seen her before was likely because she had been guarding the boudoir the whole time.

But that wasn't the point; the point was: how did she, a relative of the groom's side, manage to sneak into the bride's family home?

Lin Sicheng guessed it must have been a trick thought up by the bride, intending to have Chen Jiayu act as an inside agent for Lin Siping. Unfortunately, it hadn't been needed.

He had no time to ponder; Lin Sicheng just nodded in greeting and beckoned to Chunmei.

She squeezed out, the two siblings whispered a few words, and Chunmei went back into the boudoir and brought out several gauze scarves.

Working together with the cousin-in-law, the two first tied two scarves onto the bride, one wrapped under her arms and one wrapped behind her knees, then hung the other ends around the groom's neck.

They also tied two for Lin Siping, one wrapped around his belt and one under his arms, then handed them to Gu Ming.

Gu Ming was tall, and the key was that he was incredibly strong; by exerting just a little effort, he could help bear the majority of Lin Siping's weight.

Lin Siping smiled gratefully: in just these two minutes, sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

But someone was unhappy about it; Su Min frowned: "When a bride leaves her boudoir, how can you let others help?"

The Aunt from before chimed in from the side: "That's right, I've never seen it done like this!"

Chunmei smiled and explained: "Jiajia's body is delicate, this way it's a bit safer!"

"Who can you blame for that?" the Aunt curled her lip, "You can only blame the groom for being useless!"

The voice wasn't loud, but everyone could basically hear it. Instantly, Lin Siping's face turned the color of a pig's liver, as if it were about to drip blood.

The mother-in-law frowned and looked at her: "Fourth Sister-in-law, on such a joyous day, please say something pleasant. I think this is just fine—"

The sister-in-law didn't give her any face, and the woman was a bit embarrassed. She let out a forced, insincere laugh, her tone sour: "A mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law and finds him more pleasing the more she looks. Tsk, Hufen, you really dote on your son-in-law, don't you?"

The mother-in-law was stunned, as if she hadn't expected her to say such a thing at such a time and on such an occasion.

Suddenly, her expression dimmed significantly. But she ignored her further and looked at Lin Siping: "Child, let's go!"

With Gu Ming's help, Lin Siping felt much more relaxed and nodded with a smile: "Thank you, Aunt!"

Afterward, he carried the bride out the door, with Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming following closely behind.

Someone from across the hall poked their head out to look, but the people in the living room did not get up, including the Gift Pressing Official and the Makeup Pressing Official.

Because they knew that after carrying the bride downstairs, there would still be more trouble to come.

Gu Ming tugged on the gauze scarf, exerted a little effort, and gave Lin Sicheng a look: Chengwa, looking at this situation, is the only one making trouble that family?

Lin Sicheng didn't speak: It was indeed only that family; at the very least, it showed that the bride's parents didn't intend to make things difficult for Lin Siping.

But the problem was, this one family alone was enough to give Lin Siping plenty of trouble.

If she didn't have something to rely on, this Aunt would never have dared to joke about the mother-in-law in front of so many people, and Hu Kun wouldn't have been able to embarrass Lin Siping so unscrupulously.

It stood to reason that this family's financial situation wasn't bad either.

Recalling again: when they were downstairs, wherever Hu Kun pointed, six or seven cousins would run.

Therefore, there were definitely more tricks up their sleeves.

As he thought this, Lin Siping reached the first floor, but just as he was about to step out of the building entrance, he suddenly stopped.

When he stopped, Gu Ming had to stop, Lin Sicheng had to stop as well, and everyone behind them had to stop.

Fearing that Gu Ming would be distracted and lose his grip, causing the bride to fall, Lin Sicheng didn't dare to follow too closely. He was still standing on the stairs at the moment and couldn't see outside, but he could guess that the trouble had arrived.

He bypassed Gu Ming, walked to Lin Siping's side, and then sighed.

A half-meter-long table was tightly blocking the entrance to the unit door, with three Tea Cups placed on top of it.

They weren't paper cups, nor were they small cups, but those large Tea Cups with handles, a bit like the beer mugs at a night market stall, the kind where one bottle could fill at most one cup.

The cups were filled to the brim with liquor, the liquid line tracing the rim of the cups. Peering further, there was another table in the middle of the courtyard, and another table set up under the archway at the entrance of the residential complex.

Hu Kun stood right across the table, followed by six or seven young men. Chuanxilang, his face dark, was squeezed to the very edge. Two young men older than him stood on either side, grabbing his arms. They were still laughing and persuading him: "Hu Zhen, today is your sister's big day, don't be a killjoy!"

Looking further out, Hu Gang was not there; he must have been sent away.

Lin Siping gritted his teeth, his face flushed red.

Even a clay figurine has three parts of Fire Qi, let alone a living person?

When in the courtyard it was Hu Kun, when going upstairs it was his woman, and when coming downstairs it was his mother. Being troubled and even humiliated by this family time and again, Lin Siping had not lost his temper or cursed, having already exerted one hundred and twenty percent of his self-restraint.

But since it had reached the final step, no matter how great the anger, he had to endure it.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Sicheng as if seeking help.

To tell the truth, Lin Sicheng really did not want to bicker with such rotten people. But Lin Siping had saved him in a past life, so even if it were a mountain of blades or a sea of fire today, he had to walk through it for Lin Siping.

He was expressionless: "Fourth Brother, what kind of logic is this?"

"Don't understand? This is the 'Parting-from-Mother Wine'!" Hu Kun pointed at the cups. "Regardless of who among you drinks it, three tables, nine cups—just empty the cups. If the groom drinks it, that's even better; one cup counts for three."

Never mind one cup; at most two or three taels, and Lin Siping would be down on the floor today.

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Fourth Brother, Guanzhong doesn't have this custom."

There are rites: among the Six Rites prepared by the groom's family, there are indeed Parting-from-Mother Wine and Parting-from-Mother Meat, also known as the wedding-send-off wine.

But these are gifts exchanged between the two parties.

As for eating and drinking on the spot, Lin Sicheng had only heard of Parting-from-Mother Noodles, heard of Parting-from-Mother Tea, and even the unique-to-Guanzhong Parting-from-Mother Vinegar (splashed outside the courtyard gate when the bride leaves the boudoir, meant to ward off evil), but there was no such thing as Parting-from-Mother Wine.

Hu Kun smiled: "Guanzhong doesn't have it, but the Hu family does!"

Was this a refusal to be reasonable?

Lin Sicheng held his patience: "Fourth Brother, it's getting late, it won't be good if we miss the auspicious hour. Look, let's change to small one- or two-tael cups, just to go through the motions."

"You say change it, so I change it?" Hu Kun laughed. "Who do you think you are?"

He was indeed smiling, but there was not a shred of warmth in his eyes; they were like two sharp arrows, stabbing straight into Lin Sicheng's face.

In order to trouble Lin Siping, and even to humiliate him, Hu Kun had racked his brains and gone to great lengths to set up three difficult obstacles.

But unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin had jumped out halfway; Lin Siping hadn't suffered the slightest bit, hadn't even been angered at all, and had just coasted through?

That was the first thing. The second: Su Min had just called him, repeating the last sentence Lin Sicheng said: "However you took this money, that is how you will bring it back." And she had added fuel to the fire, acting as if she and Hu Kun's mother had suffered great humiliation and grievance.

Therefore, if you want the truth: Hu Kun hated Lin Sicheng now even more than Lin Siping.

"Is this where you break your defense?" Lin Sicheng smiled and spoke bluntly, "Fourth Brother, allow me to ask, how did Siping offend you that it's worth you putting in so much effort?"

Hu Kun was still smiling: "What kind of thing are you, why should I tell you?"

Lin Sicheng was not annoyed, just nodded: "Fine, but I'll say it plainly: this wine cannot be drunk today!"

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"I don't know if others can drink it, but if you are short three cups today, you definitely won't be walking out of this gate. If you don't believe me, let's make a bet."

Hu Kun pointed at the cousins beside him: "Ask again, do the brothers agree?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Sicheng understood that the bridesmaid surnamed Su and that aunt had stoked the fire and fanned the Wind for Hu Kun.

Just as he was thinking this, six or seven young men surrounded them, none of them empty-handed: thumb-thick willow branches, three-finger-wide leather belts, and even a tractor drive belt.

Hu Kun laughed again: "Brother, don't think I'm making things difficult for you. Since you're talking about Guanzhong, let's follow Guanzhong's rules: you know about the Red Wedding, right?"

"The groom is a useless weakling who falls over at a gust of Wind, so he's spared the beating today. But while the person can be spared, the rite cannot. You are the Red Groom, and also the groom's cousin, so this beating can only be taken by you."

"So, you must drink these three cups of wine today, whether you want to or not. If you drink them, I'll tell the brothers to go easy, three lashes each. If you don't drink, you weigh the consequences—"

"Fine, I'll drink!" Lin Sicheng nodded. "You let the groom and bride go out first!"

"That won't do, what if you run away in the chaos?" Hu Kun shook his head. "If you don't drink, I'll follow the rules: whoever comes out first gets the beating!"

Wasn't that nonsense?

On a big wedding day, and at the time of leaving the boudoir, the ones leaving first would definitely be the newlyweds.

Thinking Hu Kun was just looking for trouble, Gu Ming threw aside his veil and was about to rush out, but two of the aunts sending the bride pulled him back: "Young man, what are you doing?"

Gu Ming's eyes were red: "Your people are about to hit someone, and you're asking me what I'm doing?"

"Eh, did you grow so big for nothing? This is called the Red Wedding!" The aunt glared at him. "When you came, didn't the elders of the Lin family instruct you?"

Also called beating the son-in-law, a custom unique to Shaanxi, Guanzhong, and the Hedong area of Gansu. The only difference is: in Guanzhong, they beat him when welcoming the bride; in Hedong, they beat him when he returns to the bride's home.

Gu Ming suddenly remembered: when going upstairs, Lin Sicheng had said that if necessary, he had to be able to take a beating.

So that's what he meant?

He looked back: Sister Chunmei had a cold face and nodded.

Lin Sicheng and Gu Ming were brought in at the last minute, so where would there be time for instructions?

Besides, no one expected the bride's family to be prepared to actually hit them.

The key was, after taking the beating, you couldn't be annoyed, otherwise it meant you couldn't play along—

Seeing his expression was off, the aunt sending the bride curled her lip: "They're all holding soft things, it won't break you, right? Besides, you have legs, if you get hit too hard, can't you run?"

Run?

Gu Ming sneered: If they really got pushed to the limit—oh no, if the other side really dared to make a move, Lin Sicheng could knock all these bastards down right here by himself.

With this thought, he patted Lin Siping on the shoulder: "If you can't hold on, just lean against the wall first!"

Before he finished speaking, someone shouted from behind: "Come, pass that stool over!"

Hearing it was the mother-in-law, Gu Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterward, he stepped forward, stood next to Lin Sicheng, and lowered his voice: "Can I fight back?"

"Yes, just don't hit the face!" Lin Sicheng nodded. "But the premise is that you have to be able to win, and you have to be able to run away!"

Eh, isn't that simple?

Lin Sicheng could at least knock down five or six; he didn't have that skill, but if he threw a few punches and ran, who could catch him?

Seeing Gu Ming's eyes darting around, he knew he was thinking of crooked ideas again, so Lin Sicheng glared at him: "You stay put!"

Provoke one smart person, and you provoke a nest of them: Hu Kun is the only one looking for trouble, the others are all just hot-headed youths being incited; why bother hitting them?

Seeing Gu Ming clenching his fists and eager to try, Hu Kun immediately laughed: "Brother, don't try to be a hero: being tall is useless, and being burly is useless too. Believe it or not, if I shout once, a dozen more can come? When things get chaotic then, don't blame us brothers for not knowing how to pull our punches—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Sicheng nodded and picked up a wine glass: "Fourth Brother is right!"

Seeing Lin Sicheng pick up the glass, assuming he was preparing to give in, Hu Kun smiled: "It's good that you know—"

But before he could finish, he suddenly froze, his smile stiffening on his face.

Lin Sicheng grabbed the bottom of the glass with his left hand and the handle with his right, then snapped it off. Then, a "Snap!" sound.

The sound was not loud, the movement was not violent, and the glass didn't even wobble. But the glass handle, as thick as an index finger, had been snapped off by sheer force.

In an instant, seven or eight young men widened their eyes in unison: this was glass, not paper.

They basically used these kinds of glasses to drink tea at home; who would know better than them how sturdy they were?

He didn't seem to use much force, just that light snap, and he actually broke it off?

Just as they were stunned, Lin Sicheng put down the glass and picked up a second one. Likewise, one hand grabbed the bottom, one hand grabbed the handle, and then: "Snap!"

He put it down and picked up the third glass: "Snap!"

Three round, smooth glass cups stood on the table, with three semi-circular glass handles as thick as a finger lying next to them.

Looking at the jagged edges on the cups, the group of young men stared blankly—

"These cups are too brittle, I won't drink the wine!" Lin Sicheng put them down and smiled again: "Besides, Fourth Brother is right, once things get chaotic, one really doesn't know how to pull their punches!"

Hu Kun stared fixedly at the table.

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the technique. The few cousins only knew that this pretty boy had absurdly great strength, just using two hands to snap a cup that might not even break if dropped on the floor into two pieces.

But he had served in the military and was now a Police officer; he hadn't eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run: Lin Sicheng had snapped off three handles, yet the three cups filled to the brim hadn't spilled a single drop?

A trained fighter, or perhaps an expert?

For a moment, Hu Kun was both suspicious and felt it was absurd: this damn thing wasn't a movie, was it?

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Lin Sicheng: "Are you threatening me?"

"Not at all, I'm just speaking based on the facts!"

Lin Sicheng shook his head and casually punched the security door, only to hear a "Boom!" sound.

It was like an earthquake; the door frame shook violently, dust from the ceiling fell down in "swish" sounds, and a very clear vibration could be felt underfoot.

Hu Kun's pupils shrank to the size of a Needle: just one punch, and a dent was actually smashed into the security door?

Suddenly, the eyes of the young men below couldn't even turn.

Cups were glass after all, not that intuitive. But this thing was fitted with a steel plate, not sheet metal.

Why else would it be called a security door?

Let alone punching it, even kicking it might not leave a mark.

Thinking about it again: if someone puts on this kind of display, would they just stand there and let them hit them?

If things got chaotic, whose finger would fall into his hand, only for him to snap it like that?

Or worse, he could punch someone in the chaos. Just ask, whose bones were harder than this door panel?

They weren't truly hot-headed youths; they were just following Hu Kun to stir up trouble and join the fun. If a hammer-like fist hit their body, it could break bones in one go; who the hell wouldn't be in pain?

By then, there would be nowhere to report the medical expenses—

Someone said with a dark face: "Brother, why can't you play along?"

Lin Sicheng shook his head: "Big Brother, at a Red Wedding, there's no rule about who stands there to be hit and who gets to hold the whip to hit people."

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That person was stunned, not knowing how to retort.

It was just a game to begin with; the wedding pranksters could hit the groom, they could hit the Best Man, and the groom and Best Man could also hit the pranksters. It was just that on the bride's home turf, the other side had the numbers, so to get hit less, one could only play nice and smile.

When they ran into someone who was a bit slow-witted, hadn't they actually fought before?

And they were very clear about what Hu Kun wanted to do today. As the saying goes: a rabbit will bite when pushed to the limit—

That person thought for a moment: "Fourth Brother, how about we switch to small cups and just go through the motions?"

Hu Kun didn't move, the fire in his heart feeling as if it were about to burst out of his skull. His teeth gnashed with a clatter, wishing he could tear a piece of meat off this pretty boy's face.

Having lived this long, he had never been tested like this by anyone?

But did he really dare to fight?

Hu Kun was very clear: he had already provoked this pretty boy today, otherwise he wouldn't have used such methods.

If he dared to lay a finger on this pretty boy under the excuse of "wedding pranks," that fist of his, which could smash a dent into a security door, would not hesitate in the slightest to greet his own body first.

How many ribs would be broken then? Two, or three?

Just as he was in a dilemma, an arm wearing a wedding dress suddenly reached over and swept horizontally, and the three handleless glass cups rolled off the table with a "clatter."

"Clang—clang—clang—" Wine spilled all over the floor, and the cups rolled around.

It was unknown how sturdy the cups were, but not a single one broke.

The bride supported Lin Siping, standing on a chair, the red veil in front of her face fluttering slightly. Her voice was very faint, showing neither joy nor anger: "Fourth Brother, my stomach hurts!"

As if he hadn't heard, Hu Kun stared fixedly at Lin Sicheng, then suddenly smiled: "Brother, you're impressive, we'll meet again!"

"Good!" Lin Sicheng nodded and smiled, "I'll be waiting!"

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