Untamed Passionate Kiss

Not only that.

When he first returned to China, he publicized his marriage to Yin Miao everywhere.

Liang Yutang has not yet made a high-profile announcement about her marriage; she has simply undergone a premarital medical examination in a low-key manner.

Bian Yu's throat suddenly felt like it was filled with blood, blocking the air in his lungs, and he couldn't breathe it in no matter what he did.

Not right.

Something is very, very wrong.

Yin Miao wasn't the only one who felt this way; even Bian Yu felt like he was going off track.

On the night they watched the fireworks, the two talked about the past and had already let go of the past.

But why, after some of the feelings and misunderstandings from back then were resolved...

What he experienced was not the relief he had imagined, but rather frequent and constant associations.

*

The Meng family holds a prominent position in Jing City, but with over a billion eyes watching, they need to maintain a low profile.

Therefore, the Meng family elders insisted on keeping the wedding banquet simple and tentatively set it to be held in the Meng family compound, with the master of ceremonies being internal staff members.

Meng Yang wanted to give Liang Yutang a wedding she would never forget.

"Let's go to the hotel instead."

When the two families met to discuss the matter, he offered, "I'll take care of the money myself."

Meng's mother was both amused and annoyed: "Is this about money?"

She pulled her son up with a hand.

"Your dad hasn't retired yet. Last time you used your private jet for personal purposes, it was flying at low altitude. There's nothing wrong with keeping a low profile."

Then, she looked at Liang Yutang and said, "Tangtang is sensible. She won't hold a grudge against her uncle and aunt because of this, will she?"

Liang Yutang wholeheartedly agreed.

She sat on the armrest of the sofa, leaning tightly against Meng Yang, and secretly tugging at him.

"We will follow the arrangements of our elders."

Liang Yutang knew that Meng Ma had brought this up on purpose to make her feel guilty.

Meng's father was in politics, and Meng's mother had been by his side for a long time, so she learned a lot about the intricacies of politics.

The results were clearly very good.

However, Meng's mother genuinely liked Liang Yutang as her daughter-in-law, so she turned her attention to winning over Liang Yutang's mother.

"Don't worry, the money saved from the wedding will be considered as betrothal gifts, a little secret stash for Tangtang. If Meng Yang ever acts like a scoundrel, Tangtang will always have the means to turn against him."

Liang Yutang's mother, wanting to make her daughter proud, was determined to do it.

"There's no need for a secret stash of money. After all, Lao Liang and I only have this one daughter, and the dowry we've prepared for her is more than enough to support her financially. We don't ask for her to be rich and powerful; we just hope she can live a peaceful and stable life for the rest of her days."

Liang Yutang's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Meng Yang guessed what her current mood was, quietly took her hand in return, and made a promise in front of everyone.

"I will do everything I can to give her what she wants, including a stable life."

The next step was to print and send out invitations.

The Meng family invited prominent figures from the political world.

The Liang family is a conglomerate, and not long ago they even publicly collaborated with the Frontier Investment Group.

The lineup of invited guests was truly impressive.

However, the frontier has too great a reputation.

Liang Yutang chewed on her pen, pondering whether or not to send the invitation to Bian Yu.

Sending a gift to your ex at your wedding sounds a bit odd.

If we don't send it, people will start speculating.

Meng Yang noticed her hesitation and stood behind her to help her make a decision.

"Send it," the man said. "I'll give him the invitation later."

Liang Yutang turned around and looked at the man: "It's a once-in-a-lifetime wedding, I'm afraid it will make you uncomfortable."

Meng Yang laughed: "I'm not that petty."

Liang Yutang pouted, her tone deliberate.

"You can be a little more stingy," she said. "I won't allow my husband to suffer any injustice."

Meng Yang felt a surge of warmth in his heart, turned the girl's face towards him, and gave her a peck kiss.

"If you can think that way, I won't feel wronged."

Liang Yutang felt like she was soaking in a honey pot.

But there are some facts that have already happened that she cannot ignore.

Have you explained my health condition to your family?

Liang Yutang's tone suddenly turned somber: "I don't know if this problem can be cured in the future. If I get pregnant in the future, I don't know if it will affect the child's health."

Liang Yutang's worries were not unfounded, and Meng Yang lowered his eyes for a second.

"It's me who will be living with you, not my parents. As long as I understand that, that's enough."

Liang Yutang snorted: "That's not what you said back then!"

She later confronted him, saying, "Back then, someone arrogantly said: 'Why would I marry a sickly woman?'"

Meng Yang chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Wasn't I still angry with you back then?"

It's completely different from Bian Yu's style of doing things.

If it were Bian Yu, he would definitely say something sarcastic and wouldn't admit his emotions to reassure her.

"Older God, forever!"

Liang Yutang roared exaggeratedly.

It's so hard to find someone who's willing to talk to you properly.

Because Liang Yutang herself is not a person who likes to speak politely.

Therefore, her interactions with Bian Yu were always like oil and water, with each side constantly clashing.

Meng Yang's existence is like her missing half, completing her incompleteness.

*

bang bang.

Zhou Yang knocked on the door twice.

Bian Yu: "Go in."

Zhou Yang held a red invitation card in his hand and placed it in front of Bian Yu.

Bian Yu was processing documents when he first saw a whole red face.

Before he could even see what it was, his eyes were already burned, and his intuition told him what it was.

Zhou Yang: "Sent by President Meng of New Power."

Bian Yu licked his lips for no apparent reason, and after a moment he habitually hummed in agreement: "Go out."

When he was alone in the office, he didn't pick up the red card.

Instead, he lowered his head and began to peruse a document that was not so urgent.

So a document that would normally take only three minutes took him a full half hour to read.

He only straightened up and leaned back in his chair when he felt his back was too hunched over.

As you lean against it, your gaze inevitably falls on the invitation.

Bian Yu reached out and picked it up, seemingly taking a lot of courage to open it.

The invitation's contents were clearly not written by the emcee, but rather personally crafted by Liang Yutang.

Because her writing style is so much like her unreliable speaking voice—

Hey friend.

I want to get that guy I've known since he was wearing a little ballet dress.

They've been officially incorporated.

From fighting over toys to fighting over blankets, I've never lost.

I'm confident that this time, when it comes to taking his life, I won't lose either.

In the four seasons that followed, we no longer had to gaze at each other from afar through a sea of ​​people.

I just want to grow old slowly under the same lamp.

If you are available, please come to the event.

Witness the end of this story—

It is us.

The simpler the words, the more vivid the imagery.

Signed Liang Yutang & Meng Yang.

For some reason, seeing this arrangement reminded Bian Yu of Nayun Temple, where the LED screen used to display a message that was constantly displayed—

Liang Yutang & Bian Yu.

But he personally made her remove it.

Thinking of this, Bian Yu's hand trembled slightly. He could barely hold anything, and the invitation fell to the ground.

Yin Miao came in to deliver the latest quarterly profit report from the overseas branch, and just then he saw the red paper slowly falling.

Looking at Bian Yu's face again, it was very pale, and there seemed to be cold sweat on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?!"

She hurried over.