I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar

When Will You Get Married?

Xing Shu sneered. Truly a top-notch Green Tea

B*tch

, Xing Linlin did not need to stand up for herself. All she had to do was shed a few tears, and men would rush to her aid. With such expert moves, it was no wonder that she had the two men eating out of her hand.

“Xing Linlin, if you don’t like my brother, just say it. We’re a family. Mom and Dad won’t blame you. Don’t be so ambiguous—what do your tears mean? Do you agree or not?” Xing Shu pressed.

Cheng Xingyang could not take it anymore and stood up. “Enough, Xing Shu. Why are you so overbearing?”

Xing Shu supported her chin with one hand and said lackadaisically, “How am I being overbearing? This is my brother’s business. He’s not anxious; why are you so anxious? Do you have any issues with this marriage?” If Cheng Xingyang’s feelings for Xing Linlin were too obvious in front of the XIng family—who were no fools—there would be h*ll when they realized it.

Cheng Xingyang’s body stiffened, and he wanted to kill Xing Shu. Xing Shu looked at Xing Zewu and displayed an earnest show of support. “Brother, you must work harder. I’m very happy to have Linlin as my future sister-in-law.”

Xing Zewu frowned as he looked at Xing Linlin—he did not understand why she was silent. Xing Linlin knew that if she continued to keep quiet, things would get out of hand soon. Her lips trembled as she said, “Brother Xing, I know you’ve always cared about me. Aunt and Uncle have been very good to me, but I’ve always treated you as family. You suddenly brought this up, I’m not prepared at all. I…”

What a load of crap

. Yet, it gave Xing Zewu hope.

Xing Zewu breathed a sigh of relief; he had brought it up too suddenly. “It’s okay. I’ll give you time to think about it.”

Cheng Xingyang’s face was thunderous.

How could his lover talk about marriage with another man?! Why didn’t he realize before that Xing Zewu liked Xing Linlin?

But compared to Xing Zewu’s feelings for Xing Linlin, Xing Shu—the instigator of the matter—was more hateful. He shot daggers at Xing Shu, but she was nonchalant. Xing Shu had eaten her fill while they were talking. She took out a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth. “Now that we’re done talking about Big Brother, let’s talk about me. Cheng Xingyang, do you have anything to say?”

Cheng Xingyang stiffened, and his face turned even darker. Is Xing Shu taking this opportunity to propose marriage and trap him? Disgust flashed across Cheng Xingyang’s eyes, and he completely lost his appetite.

“Xing Shu, you want to marry me sooner?” Cheng Xingyang tried not to make the disdain in his tone too obvious, owing to the presence of the entire Xing family.

When Xing Linlin heard this, she secretly clenched her fists in anger.

Xing Shu, that b*tch

.

No wonder she exposed her and Xing Zewu on purpose—she wanted to marry Cheng Xingyang sooner!

Xing Linlin’s nails dug into her palm, mangling it badly. She had deliberately led Xing Shu to discover her relationship with Cheng Xingyang—luring Xing Shu to that villa and letting her see them in bed. Xing Shu had stood at the door and watched ashen-faced as Cheng Xingyang pounded Xing Linlin in bed whilst caviling that Xing Shu was boring.

Xing Linlin knew then that she had easily won. However, what happened tonight reminded her that as long as Xing Shu and Cheng Xingyang’s engagement was not annulled, she would forever be a mistress. She refused to accept this.

Xing Shu did not expect Cheng Xingyang to misinterpret her words. Seeing his immense reluctance, Xing Shu found him laughable.

This man thought too highly of himself.

“Not marriage, but annulment,” Xing Shu said. When she returned to Cheng Corporation Group, Chen Ru, Wu Minxia and Cheng Xingyang’s father would definitely not let her off. Instead of waiting for Cheng Xingyang to annul the engagement with her, she might as well dump Cheng Xingyang first. At the very least, it gratified her.

Cheng Xingyang was stupefied. He felt inexplicably humiliated. He suddenly remembered the hickeys he had seen on Xing Shu’s neck. It was a slap to his face—his fiancée had bedded another man. Even if he did not love her, she was still his fiancée in name. Anger, ambivalence, jealousy… Cheng Xingyang thought viciously:

“Why would any man like a bore such as Xing Shu? She’s so uptight; she must be equally frigid and boring in bed.”