My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

Jiang Guanqing stood in the center of the altar, slightly raised his eyes, and when his gaze fell on the familiar figures of Jiang Yan and Bai Xin, the corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a smile.

Today, Village Chief Wang was wearing a somewhat dated but well-preserved Zhongshan suit. He stood up straight, walked up to Jiang Guanqing, and handed her a sprig of apricot blossom.

Jiang Guanqing accepted the apricot blossom with both hands; the petals still had glistening water droplets on them.

With each bow, her wide sleeves would brush the ground, gathering up fallen apricot petals. A gust of wind would blow, and the apricot blossoms would flutter down, as if the goddess of flowers were responding to this devout ceremony.

The audience held their breath involuntarily, their cameras fixed on the pink figure on stage.

After the ceremony, Jiang Guanqing placed the apricot blossoms into the bronze vase in the center of the stage, which was engraved with intricate intertwined floral patterns...

The drums and gongs were deafening in front of the stage, and everyone's eyes were glued to it. The cameramen were all standing on tiptoe, carrying their equipment and squeezing forward. Nam Yoon-ah lowered her head, stepped out of the crowd, and walked quickly to the side of the empty stage.

As her fingertips brushed against the load-bearing column the system had mentioned, the rough wood grain scraped her fingertips until they ached slightly, but Nan Yun'er became even more excited. She took out two bottles of tung oil that she had prepared beforehand from her bag, opened the caps, and quickly poured the dark brown liquid into the mortise and tenon joint.

Why should everyone revolve around you? Why should everyone's cameras and eyes be on you just because you stand on stage? Jiang Guanqing, you deserve to die! If you die, everything you have will be mine, mine!!!

A glint of gleeful malice flashed in Nam Yoon-ah's eyes, and her hands moved faster and faster, emptying the two bottles of tung oil in no time.

Die, die!

Nam Yoon-ah almost burst out laughing at the thought that Kang Guan-ching would die on the spot.

After stuffing the bottle of tung oil back into her bag, Nam Yoon-ah turned around, intending to casually walk back to the front of the crowd. Just as the smile on her face had not completely faded, a shout suddenly came from not far away.

"What are you doing!"

Nam Yoon-ah froze, her blood seemingly freezing.

It's Han Ke...

Before Nam Yoon-ah could come up with a solution, she suddenly heard the cracking sound of wood being pressed together, and the sounds coming from in front of the stage suddenly became noisy, with the gongs and drums stopping.

"The stage is deformed!" a terrified voice cried out. The next second, with several loud crashes, the stage began to collapse.

The Flower Goddess worship ceremony concluded smoothly, and Jiang Guanqing's tense heart relaxed. He turned and walked towards the back of the stage. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the stage, a muffled sound came from beneath his feet, and the stage began to shake violently.

Jiang Guanqing's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, the wooden plank beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, and a feeling of weightlessness instantly swept over his entire body.

"Big brother!"

"Jiang Guanqing!"

Several shouts rang out at the same time, and Jiang Yanbai and his group rushed towards the stage like madmen, pushing through the crowd.

The moment the pink figure fell, most of the stage collapsed, and the dust, wood chips, and wood that rose up instantly buried that pink figure.

Jiang Guanqing's heart clenched twice, her mind went blank, and she closed her eyes tightly in fear.

Thankfully, my younger brothers didn't come along...

The expected pain did not come; instead, a soft sensation came from below, and the scent of grass and wildflowers seemed to linger around my nose.

Jiang Guanqing's eyelashes trembled, and she cautiously opened her eyes.

A plump white cloud was circling around his head. When he opened his eyes, the cloud stopped and moved closer to his cheek.

"Little one~"

Jiang Guanqing was stunned for a moment, then slowly sat up, supporting himself with his hands. There were even a few bits of grass stuck to his pink wide-sleeved robe.

Jiang Guanqing reached out and adjusted the pink jade crown that had tilted on his head. Knowing that Baiyun had saved him, he reached out and poked Baiyun's soft body. "Thank you."

Bai Yun's body heaved, even turning pink, and she darted into Jiang Guanqing's arms. "You're welcome~ I said I would protect the baby."

The stage stopped collapsing, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Jiang Yan was the first to rush forward. Spotting a gap in the wooden stake, he bent down and crawled inside without a second's hesitation. His hands gripped the broken beam, his eyes were frighteningly red, and his voice trembled, "Big brother...big brother!!"

Brother, don't scare me. I regret it. I shouldn't have agreed to let you record the show. I shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let you be this messed-up flower goddess. Brother, if something happens to you, I won't live either.

Bai Xin followed closely behind, his face grim. Together with Jiang Yan, they cleared a path forward. Broken wooden splinters pierced his palms, and blood trickled down between his fingers.

Bai Xin's mind was now filled with the image of that pink figure falling along with the stage. A sense of powerlessness spread from the bottom of his heart, as if he had returned to the day when he discussed cooperation with Smith in the United States.

They were so close, so very close, yet the person still got into trouble right under his nose.

Their fingers dug into the cracks of the broken wooden beams, their nails splitting, their palms scraped raw by the splinters, but Jiang Zhuo and the others paid no heed. They buried themselves in clearing the wooden beams blocking their path, praying incessantly that Jiang Guanqing would be safe.

Jiang Ting's eyes were brimming with tears, and her body was trembling from crying, but her hands didn't stop moving.

Gong Bolin went completely mad. Even with his spine supporting the massive load-bearing beam, veins bulging on his forehead and arms, he roared as he cleared away everything in his way.

Standing in the corner of the crowd, a man in a suit and tie, his face pale, dialed an emergency rescue number with trembling hands and contacted the nearest hospital to Qianmuyuan, asking them to come as quickly as possible.

Jiang Guanqing, you absolutely cannot be hurt, you absolutely cannot be hurt!

After doing all this, Fu Chengyan casually threw his phone and the gift box he had been carefully protecting all the way to the ground. While unbuttoning his suit jacket, he ran towards the collapsed stage. When he got closer, he threw off his suit jacket and joined Jiang Yan and the others.

After the commotion subsided, the crowd fell into a deathly silence. Someone snapped out of their daze and shouted, "Don't just stand there! Help!"

"Yes, to save people."

Everyone rushed forward to clear away the fallen wooden stakes. Besides Jiang Guanqing, several other people who had been standing on the stage had also fallen down.

The cameraman stood stiffly behind the camera, staring blankly at the messy scene. Suddenly, he shuddered, dropped the camera, and rushed forward to help.

On the side of the stage, Han Ke gripped Nan Yun'er's wrist tightly, her knuckles turning white. "What were you doing just now?!"

Nam Yoon-ah struggled twice but couldn't break free. An innocent expression quickly formed on her face, and tears even welled in her eyes. "Han unnie, you're hurting me! The stage has collapsed! Let's hurry and save people..."

Nam Yoon-ah's calling him "Han-jie-jie" made Han Ke feel nauseous, and she tightened her grip even more. "Stop pretending. What were you doing just now? What did you pour onto the beam?"

Upon hearing this, Nam Yoon-ah's pupils contracted sharply, and her voice rose several decibels, still feigning ignorance, "Unnie Han, I don't know what you're talking about..."