Chapter 1114 - 1114 1099 Shanshan Mu Chen Side Story (41)

Chapter 1114: 1099, Shanshan Mu Chen Side Story (41) Chapter 1114: 1099, Shanshan Mu Chen Side Story (41) “You…” Shanshan’s teasing left the woman feeling humiliated.

One shouldn’t tease his wife too much. Mu Chen’s icy gaze swept towards the woman as he spoke coldly, “Get lost.”

The menacing aura hit the woman full in the face, making her heart seize up. She stomped her foot and before she left, she glared at Shanshan, unwillingly turning around to go.

“Wife, how was my performance just now?” Mu Chen asked with a roguish smile.

Shanshan glanced at him sidelong, “Who’s your wife?”

“You didn’t object just now,” said Mu Chen.

“That was then, this is now; it’s not the same.”

“What’s not the same?”

“It just isn’t,” Shanshan retorted petulantly.

Mu Chen leaned down close to her, his strong arm firmly wrapped around her waist, “How about we go get our marriage certificate first, hm?”

Shanshan felt a tingling in her ears and was just about to refuse when he sealed her lips with a kiss.

“If you don’t agree, I will keep kissing you until you do.” She could act stubborn, and so could he. Not only could he be stubborn, he could also play the hooligan if necessary.

Shanshan caught sight of the glances from people around them and gave his chest a light slap, “People are watching; stop messing around.”

“So, do you agree?” Mu Chen pressed.

Shanshan rolled her eyes at him and buried her face in his chest to avoid the onlookers’ stares, murmuring grumpily, “I agree, alright? You big bully.”

Mu Chen curved his lips in satisfaction and gently stroked her hair, “Good girl!”

Shanshan humphed, but her eyes couldn’t help revealing a smile.

Although Quan Jingwu was very unhappy that his little padded jacket had been whisked away, nothing could stand against the mighty support of the mother-in-law, Jian Qing, so Mu Chen and Shanshan successfully got their marriage certificate.

Once he got the little red book, the smile on his face hadn’t faded for a moment.

Seeing the man who had been grinning foolishly all day, Shanshan teased, “You’ve been laughing all day long; anyone who doesn’t know better would think you’ve gone silly.”

Mu Chen lovingly flipped through the little red book, then carefully locked it in the safe. He turned to look at the young girl who was picking out clothes to take a shower.

Shanshan closed the wardrobe door and turned around only to bump into his chest. She looked up and met his smiling dark eyes, momentarily stunned.

“What are you doing?”

“Where are my clothes?” Mu Chen asked, hands braced on the wardrobe, looking down at the girl trapped in front of him.

Directly, Shanshan answered, “They’re in the wardrobe.”

“You’re going to take a shower?” Mu Chen asked again.

She nodded, “I’ve been busy all day and am dead tired; I need a shower and some sleep.”

He’d dragged her out early in the morning to get the certificate, then they’d returned to the old mansion, where she all but fell asleep on the couch listening to the family discuss the wedding invitation list.

Mu Chen’s eyes deepened, “Together.”

“What?” Shanshan’s mind didn’t quite catch up.

Mu Chen suddenly scooped her up in his arms, eyes crinkling with mischief, “Shanshan, you don’t think that after getting the certificate, I’m going to keep on playing monk, do you?”

This time, Shanshan understood what he meant.

She kicked her legs about, trying to jump out of his hold at once.

“To celebrate our marriage certificate, how about we have a Mandarin Duck Bath?” Mu Chen suggested with a meaningful smile, sending a shiver through Shanshan.

What the heck.

Who celebrates with a Mandarin Duck Bath?

Before she could object, Mu Chen was already striding towards the bathroom.

“Hey, Mu Chen, that’s not cool.”

The bathroom door slammed shut, carrying Shanshan’s complaining voice.

“Don’t pull my clothes…hiss, the water is so cold, so freezing, Mu Chen you scoundrel.”

“Be good, it’ll warm up in a bit.”

Outside the window, the bright moon hid behind the clouds, not daring to peek at the spring scenery within the room.

The day the two got married was clear and sunny.

At the wedding, everyone with a name in China was there; the grand ceremony was in no way inferior to the wedding of Quan Jingwu and Jian Qing all those years ago.

Bai Feizhan watched the couple on stage exchanging rings, his gaze falling on the woman in the white wedding dress, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“Azhan, are you okay?” Nineteen patted his shoulder, his bewitching purple pupil flashing with concern.

Bai Feizhan revealed a relaxed smile, “Don’t worry, I’ve let go.”

Nineteen nodded lightly, “You will find your own happiness too.”

Bai Feizhan looked at him and suddenly broke into a sly smile, “You and Shanshan do look quite alike. How about, you make do with me?”

“Get lost.” Nineteen’s face darkened, his fist greeting Bai Feizhan’s handsome face.

“I’m serious, why don’t you consider it? Look, we’ve grown up together since we were kids. Even though you’re a bit older than me, I can still accept that,” Bai Feizhan teased without a care in the world.

“Consider what?” Bai Jue suddenly appeared.

Nineteen’s eyes shifted, and he looked at Bai Jue with a cheeky smile, “Uncle Bai, Azhan said he likes me and wants to take me as his bride.”

If Nineteen was going to be teased, he wasn’t about to let it go without a comeback.

“What?” Bai Jue’s eyebrows tightened, grabbing Bai Feizhan’s ear, “You little rascal, were you provoked by Shanshan? I raised you all these years and you actually want to be someone else’s bride, how disappointing.”

Bai Feizhan looked at Nineteen with a mournful gaze while the latter shifted his gaze away nonchalantly.

“Uncle Bai, you better persuade Azhan. There’s no chance between him and me, tell him to give up.”

With that, Nineteen floated away.

“Nineteen, you…” Bai Feizhan turned his head only to wish he could run away from the mushroom cloud forming over his father’s head.

“Nineteen what Nineteen, you rascal, I’m telling you, even if you like someone, you have to be resolute in your position. You must be the one marrying them, otherwise, I can’t face Jingwu with dignity. Do you hear me?” Bai Jue continued his tirade, twisting his ear.

“Dad, my ear is going to come off, it’s going to come off,” Bai Feizhan whined in pain, gritting his teeth, wishing he could drag Nineteen back and give him a beating.

As the ceremony went on, the newlyweds Mu Chen and Shanshan were pulled by friends and family for photographs, happiness evident on everyone’s faces.

“Three, two, one, eggplant.”

Click, click.

The camera captured the moment Mu Chen and Shanshan looked at each other, their smiles bright and shining, more dazzling than the intense sun above.

In the evening, as the banquet started, fireworks burst into the sky, a cascade of brilliance and color.

“Shanshan, why did you come out to help me at the racecourse that day?” Mu Chen held the person in his arms and looked down, a question he had always wanted to know.

“Because you’re handsome,” Shanshan tilted her head up, the breeze passing by, and those eyes sparkling with laughter dazzled him.

“It would have been such a pity if someone else had taken you.”

Hearing this, Mu Chen chuckled lightly.

“See, I’m so smart. I casually saved someone and ended up gaining a husband. This deal is definitely not a loss,” Shanshan said with a sly smile.

“Tell me, did you make a big profit?”

Mu Chen nodded with a smile and softly kissed her, “Yeah, I made a big profit.”

Finally, she became Mrs. Mu!