Chapter 911: Chapter 911: Yes, I Do

The wedding was going smoothly, and all the guests’ attention was on the newlyweds. After the vows, the priest began to pray, offering the couple his best wishes.

Bridesmaid Yin Zhen presented the wedding rings.

Wen Yanqing took Lin Gantang’s hand and slid the ring onto her ring finger. The silver ring nestled between her pale, slender fingers as Wen Yanqing lowered his gaze and reverently kissed the back of her hand.

His lips were warm, as warm as his persona, radiating endless warmth.

Lin Gantang’s fingertips twitched. She looked up and exchanged a smile with him.

Lin Gantang put the ring on him, and just as Wen Yanqing was about to hold her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and passionately kissed his lips.

“Wow!!”

Cheers and whistles filled the air, accompanied by friendly laughter from the crowd.

The hall suddenly buzzed with excitement as everyone applauded the couple. No one noticed that outside the hall, someone left in utter silence.

Gu Zhichuan exited through the side door of the hall, the sunlight dazzling, forcing him to shield his eyes.

He walked step by step away from the hall, making his way to a distant tree and leaning quietly against it.

Gu Zhichuan smoked one cigarette after another, the smoke veiling the side of his face.

The vows of the newlyweds still echoed in his head.

“So bride, do you take this man to be your husband, to enter into marriage with him? Will you love him, care for him, respect him, and stay true to him in sickness and in health, through poverty and prosperity, and all other conditions, until death do you part?”

She answered, “Yes, I do.”

Outside the hall, Gu Zhichuan couldn’t see the expression on her face, but he heard her unhesitant joy.

She must have been smiling, with her eyes filled with the groom standing before her.

Gu Zhichuan took a deep drag of his cigarette.

The cigarette couldn’t numb his nerves; he felt a hollow ache at his heart, an endless tearing pain.

He shouldn’t have come; he knew what Wen Yanqing meant by sending him the wedding invitation.

Wen Yanqing wanted him to see their happiness firsthand, to tell him Lin Gantang’s ultimate choice, to make him realize there was no chance left for him.

To let him see that all the love Lin Gantang once had for him had vanished.

She was happy, so happy that it hurt his eyes like the blistering sun at this moment.

A pair of white leather shoes stopped in front of him. Gu Zhichuan looked up and saw Feng Yangyang wearing a casual women’s suit.

“President Gu, Feng Jin took a day off, and Secretary Pei asked me to take you back,” said Feng Yangyang.

Feng Yangyang had found him but didn’t approach immediately; instead, she stood across the road for a long time, watching him empty his pack of cigarettes, his expression overtaken by desolation.

He wasn’t like this before; he had always been indifferent, as if no one could truly penetrate his heart.

He seldom smoked before.

Gu Zhichuan stubbed out his cigarette: “I have a car; you can go.”

Feng Yangyang didn’t listen: “You’re not in a good emotional state; let me take you back.”

“Why are you here?” Gu Zhichuan asked.

“I just started working, unlike other busy colleagues. I came here for your safety and to fulfill my duties.” Feng Yangyang explained clearly, knowing from their last conversation that he disliked persistent people.

Whatever he liked, she would become just that. Feng Yangyang pretended flawlessly, “Mr. Gu, just treat me like your driver. You have a meeting this afternoon; it’s time to head back.”

Gu Zhichuan got up, but he didn’t go with Feng Yangyang, instead, he got into his car by himself.

Feng Yangyang watched him drive away, then turned back to gaze toward the distant hall.

So, even though she has married someone else, he still can’t let go, right?