Too Late to Regret, She’s Now With the Big Boss - Chapter 7

The emcee, seeing that the bride had finally placed the ring on the groom’s finger, immediately announced, “Next, let’s have the groom kiss the bride. Everyone, give them a round of applause!”

This time, it was the groom’s turn to be distracted. Among the sea of guests, his gaze instantly locked onto Ye Qianqian.

The light happened to fall on her profile, outlining her delicate features. She wore a pristine white long-sleeved dress that accentuated her graceful figure.

Her face was a perfect oval, small enough to fit in the palm of a hand, with a straight nose and slightly swollen red lips. Even without makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Brother Yuntao, do you regret marrying me?” Ye Qingyan pouted and asked.

At this moment, she wasn’t particularly eager for Song Yuntao to kiss her in front of everyone. Instead, she wanted to finish the wedding ceremony quickly so she could leave the stage and find Third Master Lu.

“Yanyan, I will never regret marrying you,” Song Yuntao declared firmly, as much to reassure himself as her. He absolutely would not regret it.

“If you don’t regret it, then why were you looking at my sister like that?” Ye Qingyan feigned hurt as she questioned him.

“Yanyan, don’t overthink it. I was just worried Qianqian might rush up and cause trouble,” Song Yuntao explained gently.

When he had decided to switch brides, he had been deeply concerned that Ye Qianqian would stubbornly disrupt his wedding with Yanyan.

A friend had suggested handing her over to his rival, not only to get rid of her but also to extort Lu Zhenting in the process. Without hesitation, he had agreed.

But when he saw her swollen lips and the blissful expression on her face as she was half-embraced by another man, a sharp pain pierced Song Yuntao’s heart.

In that dazed moment, he realized that even the agony of losing the use of his legs in the car crash hadn’t hurt as much as this.

His chest felt as though a boulder were crushing it, the sour, bitter sensation unbearable.

Hadn’t she repeatedly sworn her love for him, vowing never to leave his side?

How could she accept another man so easily?

And how could she remain so calm when he had abruptly replaced her as the bride?

Had she never loved him at all?

Then why had she chased after him for years, enduring his coldness, cruelty, and ridicule without giving up?

Song Yuntao couldn’t make sense of it. But with the emcee and both sets of parents urging him to kiss the bride, he had no choice but to comply.

Unaware of Song Yuntao’s inner turmoil, Ye Qingyan was busy seething with jealousy over the fact that Ye Qianqian was being held by Third Master Lu, the man she herself had longed for but could never have.

Though Ye Qianqian couldn’t see the stage from where she was nestled against Lu Jingchen’s chest, the barrage of comments on the live stream kept describing the scene of the newlyweds embracing in happiness.

The sight made her want to cry, not for the scumbag, but for the cruel twists of fate she had endured.

At first, she had pursued Song Yuntao purely out of spite toward Ye Qingyan. But over time, she had gotten carried away.

Even when she knew his car accident might leave him paralyzed, she had selflessly cared for him, not to win his love, but because she had no other choice.

For three long years, Song Yuntao had remained heartlessly indifferent. No matter how much she gave, she could never melt his heart.

Especially after Ye Qingyan returned from abroad, the three of them became entangled once more. Each time, he sided with Ye Qingyan, leaving Ye Qianqian exhausted and ready to surrender.

Yet he had refused to let her go.

Only to secretly get her drunk and deliver her to another man!

What she couldn’t understand most of all was why her parents and three older brothers had also conspired to keep her in the dark.

Ye Qianqian’s heart felt as though countless tiny needles were stabbing into it, the pain overwhelming her like a tidal wave.

The comments told her that Third Master Lu had harbored feelings for her for a long time. But even so, she was drowning in misery, desperate to hide away and sob.

She tiptoed and leaned close to Lu Jingchen’s ear, whispering softly, “Third Master, I need to go to the restroom.”

“I’ll go with you.” Lu Jingchen’s face was as cold as ice, startling Ye Qianqian into darting away faster than a rabbit.

Lu Jingchen lifted his foot to follow, but the surrounding guests eagerly raised their glasses toward him, forcing him to halt. He couldn’t very well be dragged to the restroom by a crowd.

[The female antagonist didn’t see the big boss watching her fleeing figure, his face darkening even further in anger!]

[Wow! The big boss is worried the female antagonist might cry herself unconscious in the restroom and wants to chase after her, but he’s blocked by others, his aura is so intense!]

“Next, we invite the newlyweds and their parents to raise a toast together in celebration of the successful completion of the wedding.”

Ye Qianqian glanced at the barrage of comments and, hearing the emcee’s loud announcement, didn’t feel quite as heartbroken anymore.

As soon as the emcee finished speaking, the bride eagerly dragged the groom toward Third Master Lu, followed closely by both sets of parents.

Meanwhile, Ye Qianqian had just freshened up in the restroom when she was intercepted by her eldest brother. “Qianqian? Why are you here?”

“Big Brother, you know full well today was supposed to be my wedding with Song Yuntao, yet you ask me why I’m here?” Ye Qianqian retorted, her clear eyes fixed on him.

“Qianqian, Yuntao said you didn’t want to be his bride. We had no choice but to let Yanyan take your place. At this point, don’t make a scene!”

Ye Qianqian hadn’t expected the scumbag to turn the tables on her, nor that her family would believe him without even asking for her side.

She saw no point in explaining further and said coldly, “It’s true I didn’t want to be his bride, but I’m not here to cause trouble.”

“If you didn’t want to be the bride, you shouldn’t have shown up today. If you make a scene, the only one who’ll look bad is you.” Her eldest brother’s face darkened.

“If the wedding ceremony isn’t over yet and I really do make a scene, how do you plan to deal with me, Big Brother?”

Ye Qianqian asked expressionlessly, though her heart was anything but calm.

“Qianqian, if you dare ruin Yanyan’s wedding, I won’t hold back,” her eldest brother said ruthlessly.

[Eldest Brother Ye has already arranged for a psychiatric hospital, just waiting for the her to walk right into the trap. Ye Qianqian, don’t you dare confront your brother head-on!]

[Eldest Brother Ye is madly in love with Ye Qianqian but insists on acting like her protective older brother. Little does he know, she actually is his biological sister.]

[The female lead is so vicious. If it weren’t for her clinging to the identity as the Ye family’s true daughter, Eldest Brother Ye wouldn’t have developed this twisted obsession with his own sister.]

[Ye Qianqian, don’t back down! Go ahead and stand up to your brother, the big boss will protect you. I live for the drama of the big boss fiercely shielding his wife!]

Watching the heated debate in the comments, Ye Qianqian almost laughed until she suddenly felt something cold on her face. She touched her cheek and realized they were tears.

She hadn’t even noticed when she started crying.

Just as she was about to walk toward Lu Jingchen, an exaggeratedly sweet voice rang out: “Oh my, did you hide here to cry after seeing that the bride today isn’t you?”

“Qianqian, don’t make trouble. Yuntao and Yanyan are a match made in heaven. Don’t embarrass yourself here.” Then came the harsh voice of her second brother.

“I heard Ye Qianqian is obsessed with Young Master Song, always trying to steal her sister’s fiancé. Seems like it’s true,” another girl chimed in, covering her mouth in mock surprise.

“Tsk tsk tsk… Country bumpkins really are something else, so shameless. She should take a look in the mirror and see what she really is.”

“She’s just a shameless bootlicker, thinking she can marry Young Master Song after groveling for three years. She should take a piss and look at herself in the mirror, how could she ever be worthy of Young Master Song?”

“Shameless bitch, get out!” The person spoke while raising a glass of red wine, ready to splash it at Ye Qianqian.

“Qianqian!” Lu Jingchen rushed forward, pulling Ye Qianqian into his embrace and gently stroking her head, his obsidian eyes filled with concern.