Chapter 164: The Bride Disappears

Nan Jiaojiao’s lips curled slightly, “Alright.”

Ye Shiqing picked up the veil and held it up above Nan Jiaojiao’s head, her hand clutching a black hairpin, she pushed it vehemently into Nan Jiaojiao’s hair.

Unfortunately, she didn’t succeed, as Nan Jiaojiao backhanded her a slap on the face, just unlucky enough that there was a chair behind Ye Shiqing’s bent knees.

She stumbled backward several steps, tripping into an awkward sprawl.

“Nan Jiaojiao!”

“What are you yelling for?”

Nan Jiaojiao scolded coldly, her gaze indifferently withdrawn, “Last night, you weren’t calling out like this in my fiancé’s bed.”

“You…” Ye Shiqing was stunned, glancing around frantically, as everyone’s eyes fell on her.

Whispering and pointing, with disdain.

Ye Shiqing began to cry pitifully, “Sister, why are you so against me?

I’m your family, and I’m the only one from our home here to send you off…”

“You do know you’re here to send me off to get married?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s chest heaved, she let out a couple of scoffs: “In the future, when you’re having an affair under my nose, keep your moans down.

You’re disturbing my sleep.”

Hiss!

Could this be the secret of the wealthy?

The entire styling team stood filling half the room, now each one quieter than the last, pretending to be busy with their work while actually pricking up their ears for the gossip.

Ye Shiqing became increasingly embarrassed, not even daring to cry loudly, “How can you say such things about me.”

“You’ve been parading in front of me all morning, isn’t this the result you wanted?” Nan Jiaojiao pressed on aggressively.

Indeed, Ye Shiqing wanted to provoke her, but the condition was that it should be just the two of them.

Shen Shichu had cherished her for a whole night, while Nan Jiaojiao was left alone in her room.

She had come early in the morning to boast and to irritate Nan Jiaojiao, but not under the gaze of so many eyes.

Unable to retaliate, Ye Shiqing left crying.

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression turned cold, “Everyone, get out.”

“Miss Nan, we still need to do your makeup.”

Nan Jiaojiao removed the veil and threw it to the ground, her eyes and brows faintly cold, “Get out.”

The crowd exchanged looks, remembering Shen Shichu’s instructions to do everything according to her wishes; they had no choice but to leave.

The hotel.

The wedding scene.

At the entrance, the wedding dress poster featured two embracing black silhouettes, faces indiscernible, set against a background of a starry sea, Photoshopped with deep meaning.

Guests steadily arrived, and as noon approached, people began to sense that something was amiss.

Why hadn’t the bride and groom arrived?

Even the wedding procession hadn’t made a move.

Shen Shichu made a brief appearance, mingling with a few important guests.

When one of them asked him, he smiled, “My wife prefers to keep a low profile, she didn’t want to make a big fuss.

It’s only because of my insistence and effort that we have this much ceremony.

Regardless, I want to give her a decent wedding, she shouldn’t be wronged.”

Upon hearing this, a few guests expressed understanding.

However, as soon as he turned away, Shen Shichu’s face grew cold.

Stepping outside the hall, he jabbed his finger forcefully on the screen, redialing a number he’d been contacting frequently over the past half hour.

“You still haven’t found her?”

“Miss Nan left the villa at Mountain Water Bay and vanished without a trace, we’re searching…”

“A bunch of useless fools!

Even if you have to turn Rongcheng City upside down, find her for me!”

The auspicious time was fast approaching, and if there was no bride, was he supposed to perform a solo act on stage?

He couldn’t afford to lose face like that!

Shen Shichu tried calling Nan Jiaojiao’s phone again, but it was still turned off.

“Yo.”

A mocking voice rang out, “Mr.

Groom, what’s with the sour face?”

Shen Shichu gritted his teeth and glared, but when he saw who it was, he couldn’t restrain the harshness on his face in time.

He paused, put away his phone, and went to greet the newcomer.

“Uncle, Uncle Yaen.”