Everyone at the dining table instantly fell silent, staring at them in astonishment.
Huo Han, the one who had been slapped, was also stunned, his drunkenness mostly fading.
What had he just said?
Oh my god!
He had accidentally spoken his inner thoughts out loud.
Yin Huan wiped her palm disdainfully, “I’m married, not dead. I’m still alive, and you’re already coveting my things, cousin. How shameless can you be?”
How could there be someone even more shameless than Bo Xun?
Compared to him, Bo Xun didn’t seem so shameless anymore.
“I drank too much, way too much…” Huo Han slapped his own face vigorously.
He slapped himself a few more times, “Had too much to drink, I’m drunk, talking nonsense. Don’t take it to heart, little sister Huan! I didn’t mean it that way!”
Yin Huan’s expression remained indifferent, “You just ate so much, brother, why didn’t you use a bit more strength?”
Huo Han’s face burned with pain, yet Yin Huan said he hadn’t hit hard enough—was she deliberately tormenting him?
“Had too much to drink, way too much…” Huo Han patted his forehead, “I just wanted to help you, help your father. I really had no other intentions.”
“Cousin, don’t get angry when I tell you the truth~” Yin Huan smiled sweetly, “Your brain isn’t up to it. My dad probably doesn’t need your help, afraid it might lead to bankruptcy like your family’s company.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Huo Han slurred drunkenly, his breath reeking of alcohol and smoke as he spoke.
Yin Huan was utterly disgusted and stood up to leave.
Then she sent someone to find Lin Yueyue and have her take him away.
After escaping from that scene, Yin Huan was pulled onto the sofa by other elders in the family to discuss post-marriage matters.
Seriously, it wasn’t like she was some innocent girl who knew nothing.
If she spoke her mind, she’d scare them to death.
Yet she wore a bashful expression on her face, as if completely unaware of matters between men and women.
Yin Huan leaned lazily on the sofa, playing on her phone, when she suddenly heard a female elder call her name. She lifted her head languidly only to see the tall, elegant figure of Bo Xun standing beside the aunt.
“Why are you here?”
Is the pre-wedding party over already?
It’s only 9:30!
Bo Xun grabbed her and headed upstairs.
“Bo Xun, what are you doing?”
“You should go home.”
The Bo family should be quite lively tonight too. As a businessman, he needed to maintain social connections.
Bo Xun’s face was stern. He had received word on his way here that Yin Huan had lost her temper tonight and hit someone in front of everyone.
Bo Xun pulled her into her bedroom and bent down to examine her fair, tender palm, “Who did you hit?”
“Are you here to control me?” Yin Huan withdrew her hand and walked further in disdainfully, “Don’t think just because we’re married you can tell me what to do. I’ll hit whoever I want.”
“Young Mistress, your husband here is strong and skilled in combat. If you want to hit someone, just call me. If you do it yourself and hurt your hand, I’ll be heartbroken.”
Yin Huan sat on the sofa. The bedroom was everywhere adorned with small, round, red “double happiness” characters.
Each one proclaiming that tomorrow would be a joyous occasion.
Bo Xun leaned down in front of her. He could tell Yin Huan was unhappy.
Usually, he was the one who made her unhappy—how dare anyone else upset her?
Bo Xun gently tucked the stray hairs framing her cheeks behind her ears, “From now on, if you encounter such situations, tell me. We’re in this together now. I’m responsible for your joys and sorrows.”
“That bastard Huo Han, I just got married, I’m not dead. He actually dared to covet my family’s company in front of so many people. Slapping him was going easy on him, and none of the elders present had the nerve to lecture me.” Yin Huan was still fuming, her breathing heavy.
If there hadn’t been others around, she would have flipped the table on Huo Han.
Bo Xun had actually known about it on his way over; after all, tattletales never tell only half the story.
He figured the surprise gift package he arranged had probably already been delivered by now.
Tomorrow was his and Yin Huan’s wedding day, and he didn’t want her to see that despicable, disgusting scumbag.
Bo Xun leaned in to kiss her.
A sudden kiss landed on Yin Huan’s cheek. She touched her face. “Bo Xun.”
“Just a kiss to calm you down.”
“What do you think you are? You think one kiss from you will make me calm down?”
“If I ever get angry, you can kiss me, and I’ll calm down.” But Bo Xun thought the chances of that were slim.
Yin Huan probably wouldn’t be willing to coax him.
“Get lost!” Yin Huan snapped irritably, shooing him away. “I’m going to take a bath and go to bed.”
“Alright, go ahead. I won’t disturb you.”
Bo Xun stepped aside and headed out.
Tomorrow night, he could hold Yin Huan while she bathed. He should also go back early to get enough sleep.
Tomorrow night promised an intense battle ahead.
Whether he could handle it or not, Yin Huan would find out tomorrow night.
Bo Xun had rushed over just to kiss her?
How absurd.
After her bath, Yin Huan put on a face mask and checked her phone. Someone in the group chat mentioned that Huo Han had been beaten up right outside his own home and was now in the hospital.
Could it be Bo Xun’s doing?
Sneakily scheming behind someone’s back—that was totally something Bo Xun would do.
Whatever, he deserved it.
Yin Huan continued with her face mask. Tomorrow, she was going to be the most beautiful bride in the capital.
The next day.
Yin Huan was woken by her alarm.
Ugh…
She didn’t want to get up.
Yin Huan turned off the alarm and rolled over to go back to sleep.
A few minutes later, it rang again.
Still half-asleep, she turned it off again, having forgotten how many alarms she had set the night before.
After several alarms, Yin Huan still hadn’t gotten up when knocking sounded at her door.
Yin Huan buried her head deeper into the pillow, covering it with her hands like an ostrich.
Her phone rang again in the bedroom.
Yin Huan reached out with her fair arm, answered the call, and mumbled, “Mom…”
“Sweetie, time to get up. The makeup artist, photographer, and your bridesmaids are all here.”
Still drowsy, Yin Huan let out a few groggy whimpers before her phone slipped from her hand. She got out of bed to open the door.
Mother Yin, worried she might be hungry, brought breakfast in.
“Everyone else is downstairs. Freshen up first, then call them in.” Mother Yin fed her some porridge.
Yin Huan lazily opened her mouth. “Mom’s the best. I want to be a Mama’s girl and never leave you.”
“Sweetie, you were right last night. You’re just getting married. You can come back anytime you want. Dad and I will always welcome you.”
Mother Yin actually didn’t want Yin Huan to marry so young.
But Grandpa’s health was truly worrying, and his only unresolved concern was Yin Huan, his beloved treasure.
As the younger generation, the best they could do now was to honor his wishes.
“I really will come back to my family home anytime,” Yin Huan said, her eyes sparkling.
“Good.”
After Yin Huan quickly got ready, Mother Yin let the others come upstairs.
They took some photos in bathrobes first, and then Yin Huan changed into her ornate headdress and robes.
The ornate headdress and robes were even more magnificent, dignified, and elegant than the Xiuhe dress.
Shi Xu and Yin Miaomiao stood behind Yin Huan as the makeup artist was styling her hair.
“Ahhh! Young Mistress Yin is so beautiful, her beauty is killing me!”
“Sister, I’m yours!”
The two of them chimed in together, “Bo Xun is so lucky to be able to marry our beautiful Huanhuan.”