Chapter 2170: Till Death Do Us Part, Never Leaving or Forsaking

Chapter 2170 -531: Till Death Do Us Part, Never Leaving or Forsaking

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In a coastal city in Africa, where war rages on, ruins are everywhere, and refugees flee. Beneath this once bustling facade, hides such a hell on earth.

A helicopter landed amidst the debris, and a slender man jumped out from the cabin. He wore white clothes and had black hair, appearing refined and otherworldly in the chaos of the ruins. His young, graceful face emitted a gentle radiance like the bright moon, exuding a noble elegance that made people dare not look directly at him.

A pair of cold eyes slowly swept across the area, carrying an imposing aura that left nowhere to hide.

As he walked through the ruins, he slowly dialed a number.

“I will resolve all problems and the wedding will proceed as scheduled tomorrow. If you dare let Yaya suffer even the slightest grievance, Yan Song, I will not let you off.” His tone was light, yet carried a resolute firmness that sent a shiver through one’s heart.

Without waiting for a response, he hung up the call and surveyed the area coldly, saying, “Ji Lanyi, aren’t you tired of running for so long?”

Aside from the distant sound of gunfire, only the wind whistled across the ruins.

“I hope you won’t bother Yaya anymore. Today, let’s settle this here.”

As his words fell, a shadow slowly appeared from behind some broken walls.

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The cerulean sky stretched endlessly, with radiant sunlight shining upon the earth, amidst the spring warmth and blooming flowers, accompanied by birdsong.

Today is a rare, exceptional day.

Yun Ya was dragged up at three o’clock, and she went through makeup and hairstyling. Zhuang Xiyue had hired a makeup team, with dozens of people attending to Yun Ya, leaving her dazed.

Finally managing to put on the wedding dress, the veil, and finish her makeup, Yun Ya was already on the brink.

She sat on the bed, her pristine wedding dress trailing a long train, tangled with the veil. Her icy complexion and her delicate features were aesthetically pleasing and pure.

Waiting for her beloved to come and get her.

Yun Ya felt a bit anxious, frequently glancing at the door, while Yan Xing laughed at her: “Sister Yun Ya, you’re waiting so impatiently, aren’t you? Don’t worry, brother will be here soon.”

Yan Xing took a bite of an apple, his smile radiant as he asked, “You haven’t had a sip of water all morning; are you hungry? Shall I find something for you to eat?”

Yun Ya felt discomfort in her stomach and couldn’t eat, so she shook her head unwittingly.

“Ah, Sister Yun Ya, it can’t be because Auntie said you were fat yesterday, that you decided not to eat, right? To me, you don’t seem fat at all. Though…” Yan Xing glanced at her belly, it was slightly protruding when she sat, but that was because she was too thin.

“I’m not hungry…” Yun Ya raised her hand to rub her chest, pressing down on that nauseating sensation.

Yan Xing flitted around her, “You can’t not eat! What if you faint from hunger during the wedding… that would be terrible. Let me get you something to eat.” And with that, he dashed off.

Yun Ya held her phone, dialing Miaomiao’s number repeatedly.

Finally, she got through, and Yun Ya was nearly moved to tears, “Miaomiao… where are you?”

A sigh came through the phone, “Yaya, I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t make it back for your wedding.”

His sister only had one wedding in her lifetime, yet he couldn’t be a part of it. Thinking about this made him want to tear the culprit to shreds.

Yun Ya sniffed, “As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters.”

“Yaya, make sure to be happy…”

Yun Ya covered her mouth.

“Don’t cry, it’ll ruin your makeup. My sister is surely the most beautiful bride in the world. It’s a pity that brother can’t walk you down the aisle, hand you over to him personally.”

Yun Ya lifted her head, desperately holding back her tears.

Yan Xing sneaked in carrying a plate, by then Yun Ya had ended the call and was sitting quietly beside the bed.

“Sister Yun Ya, have some snacks to tide you over; the wedding is long and you’ll need to toast, you definitely won’t last.” Yan Xing handed the plate to Yun Ya.

Yun Ya looked at the greasy snacks on the plate with a frown, when suddenly, a wave of nausea surged from her stomach, causing her to lean over the bed and gag.

Yan Xing turned pale with fright, quickly setting the plate aside and supporting her, “Sister Yun Ya, what’s wrong?”

Yun Ya leaned against her, lightly rubbing her chest, weakly saying, “I don’t know either, I just suddenly feel unwell and want to vomit.”

“Brother will be here soon, can you hold on a bit longer? Or should we go to the hospital now?”

Yun Ya sat up straight, taking out a handkerchief to gently wipe her mouth, softly saying, “It’s alright, maybe my digestion is a bit off lately.”