Some people threw cakes, red wine, and champagne at Ye Qianqian, but Bai Lang, who rushed over, took off his suit jacket and blocked them, not letting a single drop touch Ye Qianqian.
Others raised their hands, ready to hurl their wine glasses at Ye Qianqian, but were intimidated by the powerful aura emanating from Lu Jingchen and dared not move.
“Get out of my sight, all of you!” Lu Jingchen roared at those trying to approach him, kicking away the girl who had first splashed red wine.
“Third Master~~ My sister was just being thoughtless. Please don’t be angry. I apologize on her behalf,” Ye Qingyan said in a coquettish tone.
Seeing Third Master Lu embrace Ye Qianqian in front of everyone, she was so jealous she felt her lungs were about to explode, and she seized the opportunity to try to get closer to him.
“My master told you to get lost. Can’t you understand?” Bai Lang sneered at Ye Qingyan, his tone full of contempt.
Lu Jingchen gave a cold glance at Ye Qingyan, who was dressed in her wedding gown. Earlier, he had been standing in the crowd, anxiously waiting for his beloved.
This bride, for some unknown reason, had been trying to get close to him. If it weren’t for the sake of his own wife’s reputation, he would have already broken her legs.
Ye Qingyan trembled under Lu Jingchen’s icy stare and instinctively retreated into Ye Ruixuan’s arms. “Brother Xuan~~”
“Well, well! Are you two pretty boys trying to back up Ye Qianqian? How ridiculous.”
The cousin of the Song family retreated to the other side of Ye Ruixuan, placed her hands on her hips, and sneered contemptuously.
She had long been infatuated with the eldest Ye brother. To get closer to him, she had always flattered Ye Qingyan while belittling Ye Qianqian.
All the guests here knew that Third Master Lu was ruthless and known as the Living Yama, but most of them did not recognize Third Master Lu in person.
Those who recognized Third Master Lu did not know Ye Qianqian, so everyone stood by and watched, with no one stepping forward to stop the Song family cousin’s mockery.
Even some wealthy ladies and young women who wanted to curry favor with the three Ye brothers joined in with sarcastic remarks.
“The reputations of the two Ye daughters are like heaven and earth. The older sister is gentle, kind, and exceptionally talented, while the younger sister is arrogant, domineering, malicious, and mediocre.”
“I’ve long heard that today is the wedding of the eldest Ye daughter and the eldest Song son. The bride is so beautiful and kind!”
“Of course the bride is beautiful! Don’t you know? The eldest Song son was willing to wait three whole years just to marry the eldest Ye daughter.”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly a bitter wait. I heard the eldest Song son was in a car accident three years ago, and the second Ye daughter took care of him for three whole years.”
“Really? In that case, no wonder the second Ye daughter brought two pretty boys to crash the wedding!”
“Crash what wedding? Didn’t you see the Ye brothers scolding her earlier?”
“The groom, the eldest Song son, and the bride, the eldest Ye daughter, are such a perfect match. If she dares to ruin this, I’ll be the first to stop her.”
Ye Qianqian’s parents, her three brothers, the Song parents, and the groom all stood by Ye Qingyan’s side, yet no one spoke up to stop the mockery.
The malicious slander and ridicule, just like the past eight years, followed Ye Qianqian like a shadow whenever she and Ye Qingyan appeared together.
The gossip of outsiders could no longer hurt Ye Qianqian, but the betrayal of her family truly pained her.
Seeing his beloved remain unfazed in the face of such malicious slander and mockery, as if she had experienced such scenes countless times before, Lu Jingchen wanted nothing more than to kick out the teeth of those spouting nonsense. But Ye Qianqian tightly gripped his arm, signaling him not to lose his temper.
Though his heart ached unbearably, he was willing to respect her wishes, lowering his gaze to focus on playing with her slender fingers as if they were rare treasures.
The chilling aura emanating from him suffocated everyone in the banquet hall, yet it still couldn’t silence the mouths of those who dared to speak recklessly.
In contrast, Bai Lang listened to everyone’s mocking remarks while carefully observing the bride.
Although Ye Qingyan could be considered a beauty, standing beside their madam, she was immediately outshone, like fireflies compared to the bright moon.
In Bai Lang’s heart, their madam was naturally the bright moon, so he loudly questioned, “Is it really okay for you all to spout such nonsense with your eyes wide open?”
Though Bai Lang wasn’t as handsome as Lu Jingchen, he was still extraordinary—standing at 188 centimeters tall and dressed in expensive attire.
Moreover, having followed Lu Jingchen for years, his presence was far more imposing than that of ordinary people.
The young ladies who had been gossiping enthusiastically and the mothers with marriageable daughters immediately fell silent, staring at Bai Lang with infatuated gazes.
Meanwhile, the wealthy young masters grew jealous of Bai Lang. “What did we say wrong? Ye Qianqian is truly arrogant and domineering, and she’s also vicious…”
Before the speaker could finish, Bai Lang cut him off fiercely, “Vicious, my ass! Is she arrogant? Did she dig up your ancestors’ graves? Is she vicious? Did she eat your family’s rice? Keep blabbering, and I’ll beat you to a pulp.”
As he spoke, he threw a punch toward the man’s face, knocking him to the ground with a single blow.
He raised his fist and waved it at the crowd. “Go on, keep talking! If I hear anyone belittling the Ye family’s second young lady again, it won’t just be a punch.”
Bai Lang’s ferocious appearance frightened the gossips into fleeing in panic. Some accidentally knocked over champagne glasses on the tables, while others toppled flowers and trampled on the elegant ribbons. Within minutes, the once lively wedding venue was left in disarray.
The floor was littered with crushed petals and ribbons, overturned champagne, toppled flowers, and scattered desserts.
Along with the bride and groom, their faces twisted in fury… as if declaring how absurd and laughable this wedding truly was.
The venue fell into dead silence, with no one daring to speak another word. Before Ye Qianqian’s eyes floated dense lines of text.
【Bai Lang is so cool! As expected of the boss’s personal secretary and bodyguard—his combat skills are truly impressive, both in brains and brawn. His bonus this month is going to double again!】
【I’d take a dozen assistants like Bai Lang. The way he shuts people down is so handsome!】
Ye Qingyan’s elder brother held the tearful Ye Qingyan in his arms, his rage burning away all his rationality.
He carefully handed Ye Qingyan over to Song Yuntao before storming up to Ye Qianqian and shouting furiously.
“Someone, take Ye Qianqian to the hospital! Her mental illness has relapsed!”
“Big Brother says I’m mentally ill. Third Master, do you think I’m sick?” Ye Qianqian looked up at Lu Jingchen with reddened eyes.
In truth, she wasn’t really feeling wronged, but for some reason, her nose felt sour, and her eyes stung, turning red.
Seeing the person in his arms looking like a wronged child finally meeting a parent, Lu Jingchen gently pressed his hand against Ye Qianqian’s head and calmly ordered, “Bai Lang, take Young Master Ye for a checkup. There’s something wrong with his brain.”
“Yes, Master.” Bai Lang’s execution ability was exceptionally strong—within moments, he had subdued Ye Qingyan’s elder brother.
“Qianqian, Big Brother is doing this for your own good. If you’re sick, you should seek treatment.” Ye Qingyan’s elder brother, with his hands pinned behind his back by Bai Lang, shouted.
“I see you’re seriously ill. Do you know that the Second Young Lady is already our master’s wife?” Bai Lang whispered, tearing off a piece of Ye Qianqian’s brother’s clothing and stuffing it into his mouth.
“Mm… mm…” Brother Ye struggled desperately, threatening Ye Qianqian with his gaze.
This younger sister had feared him consistently for eight years—one glare from him was enough to make her yield.
If she hadn’t always tried to frame Yanyan and oppose her, he wouldn’t have wanted to harm her either!