The Black Lotus Omega Always Wraps His Tail Around Me - Chapter 28.2

The hand twisting the bottle cap froze mid-motion, as if someone had hit the pause button.

Fu Suihe let out a sarcastic laugh, just about to speak when her chin was suddenly cupped by someone and then a soft, warm pair of lips pressed against hers.

A second later, body-temperature water flowed into her mouth.

Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Fu Suihe was momentarily stunned. By the time she came back to her senses, most of the water had already been swallowed.

The one who successfully passed the water gave a satisfied smile, and as if to reward her, dropped a soft kiss at the corner of her lips.

Still dazed, Fu Suihe unconsciously swallowed a large mouthful of water.

Before she had time to react, a wave of teasing and playful cheers erupted around them.

The crowd of businesspeople, who had been mingling and chatting, all turned their attention in one direction. In the middle of the noise and applause, the main couple of the day had entered.

Ji Mingtao looked at the two kissing in public and frowned in distaste.

But then, warmth bloomed in her palm. She looked down and was met with a soft smile.

Ji Hesong’s smile was breathtaking. Gentle by nature, she looked like a flower in full bloom on a spring day, carrying a hint of fragrance along with her warmth.

Ji Mingtao’s gaze darkened, and the desire she had been suppressing quietly stirred again.

With the two main figures now in the room, attention shifted from socializing to the ceremony itself.

Standing at the back, Meng Jiayu looked more than a little annoyed, but could only glare at Fu Suihe in frustration.

Meanwhile, the system delivered Zhao Mumu’s profile directly to Ji Yanwan. Not long after, she spotted her target.

It wasn’t difficult to find her.

Zhao Mumu was also dressed in a white gown today. Coincidentally, it had been designed by the same designer as Fu Suihe’s.

The only differences were in the details. The dresses were otherwise nearly identical.

Ji Yanwan sighed inwardly, and the system began its final countdown.

Today’s engagement ceremony had been arranged with care and perfection. Ji Hesong had even invited a priest to read the official engagement vows.

To avoid letting either of the brides drink alcohol, Ji Mingtao had discreetly taken the water bottle from Ji Yanwan before they went on stage and handed it to a server, instructing them to swap it out later.

Ji Yanwan didn’t notice. She only frowned briefly when the bottle disappeared, then quickly adjusted her expression and took Fu Suihe’s hand again.

The Ji family had gone all out to show Fu Suihe respect and recognition.

At the table reserved for the four major families, Cheng Qi—already a little flushed from drinking—showed no intention of holding back. She raised her wine glass and called out loudly, “So the kiss during the last runaway wedding wasn’t to save Suihe after all, huh?”

Her voice carried clearly across the room, drawing everyone’s attention.

Some guests today had also attended the aborted Cheng-Fu engagement and were now watching with interest.

Ji Yanwan’s gaze darkened, and her tone turned cold. “That’s right. I guess we should thank Sister Cheng Mo for running away then. Funny how I never heard of her hosting a wedding for the two of them afterward.”

The comment struck a nerve, and Cheng Qi let out a forced laugh before quickly switching the topic. “Hesong, you and I are probably the closest in age among the four families, right? Now that Wanwan’s engaged, how come there’s still no news from you?”

“Could it be you’re just waiting for me?”

Ji Yanwan was stunned by her shamelessness and was just about to speak when the person beside her suddenly stood up.

A full glass of wine was flung straight at Cheng Qi’s face, soaking her completely.

The one who threw it remained expressionless.

Ji Mingtao took the handkerchief from Bai Li, casually wiped her hand, and said, “Cheng Qi’s had a bit too much to drink. Bai Li, take her to rest.”

Bai Li understood immediately, stepped forward, and hauled her up without giving her a chance to protest.

Cheng Qi struggled as she was pulled away, mumbling curses under her breath.

A second later, a handkerchief was flung directly at her face.

Ji Mingtao’s gaze darkened even more, and her expression turned cold. “So noisy.”

Bai Li picked up the pace, dragging Cheng Qi—face still covered—right out of the hall.

No one else dared to move. Everyone knew the Cheng family was already a spent force, and no one wanted to risk offending the Ji family. They all quietly pretended the entire scene hadn’t happened.

Even after Cheng Qi was gone, Ji Mingtao’s expression didn’t soften.

She lifted her chin slightly and said, “Hurry up and finish so we can all go home.”

Up on stage, the priest was already in position.

The guests were all waiting for the ceremony to end so they could return to their networking.

Ji Yanwan let out a quiet sigh, accepting her fate as she took Fu Suihe’s hand and walked toward the front of the stage.

All eyes in the hall turned to focus on them.

Everyone—except Zhao Mumu, the so-called “white moonlight.” She didn’t even look up to witness their closeness. Her head remained lowered, drowning in her own quiet sadness.

The priest droned on, reciting the ceremonial scripture, occasionally pausing to engage the couple.

Ji Yanwan felt the person beside her stumble slightly. She figured the drug must have started taking effect.

The priest continued, “Today we gather here to celebrate the union of the Ji and Fu families. We have now reached the final part of the ceremony: the exchange of rings between the couple…”

Suddenly, Ji Yanwan let go of the hand she had been holding.

Without warning, she turned and stepped away from the altar.

Freed from Ji Yanwan’s support, Fu Suihe staggered a few steps, as if about to collapse—exactly as the drug was intended to cause.

Everything was going according to Ji Yanwan’s plan.

Her abrupt action left the guests in a stunned silence. Before anyone could react, Ji Yanwan was already walking straight toward Zhao Mumu, who stood hidden among the crowd.

This unexpected move sparked whispers throughout the audience.

Zhao Mumu, previously immersed in her own sorrow, finally looked up. Her eyes, clear and beautiful, now filled with confusion and faint hope as she saw Ji Yanwan approaching.

The system began its countdown.

Ji Yanwan reached out her hand toward Zhao Mumu. She opened her mouth, ready to speak the words that would complete her escape.

But before she could say anything, a sharp sting flared across her lower back—followed by the unmistakable discomfort of something being injected into her body.

The person who should have been too weak to move was now standing firmly behind her.

Hidden behind their close proximity, Fu Suihe’s hand held a syringe. In the blink of an eye, she had finished the injection and was already slipping the syringe back into her sleeve as she reached out to steady Ji Yanwan.

She smiled sweetly and whispered, “Wanwan, the ceremony isn’t over yet.”

The drug worked fast. Ji Yanwan’s legs gave out almost immediately. Helpless, she was supported back up to the stage by Fu Suihe.

From the audience’s perspective, it looked like the couple had simply swapped positions.

The ring bearer quickly stepped up with the wedding bands.

Under the soft lighting, the diamonds sparkled brilliantly. After exchanging rings, only the final step remained: the wedding toast.

Before the ceremony began, a server had already swapped the wine with drug-laced water, following Ji Mingtao’s instructions.

Fu Suihe noticed something wasn’t right. She frowned, but didn’t speak. She raised the glass and drank it all without hesitation.

The priest completed the final blessings and declared the couple officially engaged.

Applause erupted like thunder throughout the hall.

The moment they stepped off the stage, both Ji Yanwan and Fu Suihe collapsed weakly into their chairs, drained of all energy.

Guests began turning to look toward the head table, sensing something was off.

Ji Hesong, seated gracefully at the front, glanced at the slumped pair and gently explained, “It seems the couple couldn’t hold their liquor. Please excuse them while they go get some rest.”

Ji Yanwan was still in shock. She looked over at Fu Suihe who was also being helped up with an expression full of disbelief.

The system seemed just as stunned.

[Ding—Mission Failed. However, failure was due to uncontrollable external interference. No penalty will be applied.]

[Reward balance has been cleared.]

Ji Yanwan: “What?”

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