Chapter 79: What should I do if they impulsively gang up and beat me?

Jiang Cheng wiped his mouth, already prepared.

Su Manyao's gaze didn't fall on Jiang Cheng, but she already sensed the atmosphere was off, as if she realized what was about to happen.

She couldn't help feeling nervous, her steps unconsciously moved a little backward, yet she stubbornly returned to her original spot.

The dozen or so onlookers also noticed the clue, the atmosphere surged again, and they began to cheer.

"Kiss one, kiss one!"

"Kiss one!"

"Hurry up, kiss one!"

In the end their voices were uniform and neat, as if they'd been trained.

Here it comes!

Jiang Cheng took a small step forward, gazing at Yujie's profile—even the Heavenly King and old child couldn't stop him!

Su Peng's arrival was useless! This little mouth I, Jiang Cheng, have claimed for a kiss!

Wah! Just then the cinema lights blazed on, the dark auditorium brightened, and a large crowd poured in through the doors.

They cheered and jumped, holding paper‑tube fireworks, every face alight with excitement!

Everyone surged forward.

All kinds of shouts rang out from their mouths.

Jiang Cheng shifted his gaze—Yujie had actually hired extras? That was beyond his expectation.

Su Manyao watched the incoming crowd, her head feeling a bit dazed.

Jiang Cheng wouldn't have invited all his classmates, would he? But when the crowd's eyes landed on the center, on Su Manyao holding flowers, they first showed astonishment then froze.

It wasn't just because Su Mengyao was beautiful.

It was also, who is this? I don't know her!

Then their gaze turned to Jiang Cheng.

Who is this? I don't know him!

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring as Jiang Cheng and Su Manyao stood frozen in place.

The earlier cheering died away, leaving only the music's beat.

The onlookers' expressions froze on their faces.

They had no idea what was going on.

Their minds full of questions—these people had rushed in enthusiastically, so why were they now awkward? Then the gazes of those who had just entered shifted to a couple not far beside Jiang Cheng.

A girl with a ponytail exclaimed, "Lisangjiang, why are you here?"

The guy called Lisangjiang had a face as black as the bottom of a pot; hearing the ponytail girl's words, he flared up, "Am I not supposed to be here?!"

"I'm confessing to my girlfriend—if I'm not standing here, where should I be?"

He was furious!

He had plotted for a long time, chosen today to confess to his girlfriend, and long ago he had booked the entire auditorium session.

After making preparations, he also sold a few tickets via the platform's traffic‑driving method, hoping some strangers in the audience would witness his shining moment!

But all his preparations were ready.

First came the first mishap: he didn't know why two onlookers had taken the seats he'd reserved for himself. After entering, he originally wanted to go talk to those two, but his girlfriend pulled him away, saying forget it—just find any seat nearby; the auditorium was empty anyway.

He thought today was a crucial day and couldn't afford to quarrel with his girlfriend, so he agreed to sit nearby, figuring the impact wouldn't be big and the lighting effect would be the same. Then came the second, irreversible mistake.

The spotlight he had set up beforehand actually shone on the two people he had directed to sit as onlookers in his own seats! Moreover, his girlfriend had turned into an onlooker, declaring that the girl receiving the confession was very pretty, that they were a match made in heaven, even moving to tears! Lisangjiang's family was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

If he went to interrupt now, would his girlfriend resent him?

In that moment of hesitation, the present arrived: "What's going on?"

"Looks like a confession, but they got the wrong person?"

"It's not that they confessed to the wrong person; it's that the confessor made arrangements that ended up as someone else's wedding clothes!"

"What are you arguing about? Haven't you seen the screen already started playing their photos?"

The onlookers, seeing this, began to discuss and all turned their gazes to the screen.

All that could be seen was the screen rotating photos of Lisangjiang and his girlfriend.

With the music, it's undeniably a bit romantic, but thinking of the actual scene, it's truly awkward enough to make one scratch their feet! The ponytail girl also realized—this whole setup had targeted the wrong person.

The roses had actually been delivered into someone else's hands, and the spotlight also shone on someone else.

Yet as Lisangjiang's friends, their gazes fell on Su Manyao holding the roses.

They simply felt an inferiority complex, too awed to look directly—this woman was just too beautiful.

Suddenly they felt it wasn't the flower‑sender's fault for mistaking the target, nor the spotlight's fault for shining wrong; in such a setting, the mere presence of this woman made it hard to believe anyone else could be the protagonist.

Their gaze shifted to Jiang Cheng—also devilishly handsome! Compared to Lisangjiang, Lisangjiang looks like a sidekick no matter how you look; can we blame others?

Meanwhile, on Jiang Cheng's side…

Su Manyao, such a cold goddess, was also embarrassed; her neck turned like gears, mechanically swiveling to look at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng rubbed his nose and said softly, "We seem to have made a mistake."

He also saw the photos on the screen, which had nothing to do with him and Su Manyao.

Su Manyao softly hummed an "um" and asked, "What should we do now?"

"Run."

After Jiang Cheng spoke, Su Manyao slipped her little hand into his.

Jiang Cheng cleared his throat, took Su Manyao's hand, and walked toward the auditorium stairs under everyone's eyes.

Everyone's gaze followed them as they moved.

Passing by Lisangjiang, Jiang Cheng paused, took the bouquet of roses from Su Manyao's hand.

Then it was thrust into the dazed Lisangjiang's face, regardless of whether he'd take it, and shoved straight into his bosom.

Then he took Su Manyao's hand and walked down the stairs.

Su Manyao lowered her head slightly, as if looking at the path beneath her feet.

Actually, at this moment her scalp went numb, and she didn't dare lift her head to look.

What deal haven't I negotiated, what grand occasion haven't I witnessed? Yet I've never seen such a bizarre scene—using someone else's arranged setting myself, how embarrassing!

Fortunately, she noticed Jiang Cheng actually withstanding the pressure, his back straight as a rod, his face completely unflinching as he met everyone's eyes while holding her hand.

If she could speak without embarrassing herself right now, she would praise Jiang Cheng:

"Macho man!"

If Yujie's thoughts were known to Jiang Cheng, he would tell her, 'Sis, you really got it wrong—I don't want this either, but I have no choice! Didn't you see that at least twenty people just rushed in? If I don't act righteous and imposing, what if they all gang up on me in a fit of anger?' (End of chapter)