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"Everyone, I'm sorry to keep you waiting!" Zhang Shaocong wore a mechanical smile on his face. Just as he settled down, another reporter immediately stood up and asked, "Zhang Shaocong, what measures will you take to maintain your power against Shen Qingyou's despicable tactics? And regarding Li Luo, as a healthy image idol star, will this incident leave an indelible shadow on his career? Is there really a romantic relationship between him and Shen Qingyou as speculated by the public?"
Sharp and difficult questions came one after another. What measures would they take to maintain their power? Zhang Shaocong's mind involuntarily recalled the content of the text message he had just received from Shen Qingyou. His brows furrowed deeply; despite being seasoned in such situations, he felt a sense of helplessness when faced with this question. Everyone in the hall held their breath, eagerly awaiting Zhang Shaocong's response. He looked up at the faces before him, all wearing expressions of great curiosity, and forced a bitter smile before saying slowly, "We will..."
"Li Luo! Li Luo!"
In the hall, someone shouted, and then flashes of cameras turned towards the entrance. Dressed in black casual clothes, wearing a cap, large sunglasses, and a mask, Li Luo silently walked toward the podium.
"What are you doing here?"
Zhang Shaocong suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes wide open in anger as he stared at Li Luo. Where did he come from? Was it really him?
"You two, go quickly and stop him!"
Zhang Shaocong coldly instructed his two subordinates beside him. The two immediately stepped forward to block Li Luo but were forcefully pushed down to the ground by him.
"Are you crazy?"
Zhang Shaocong shouted angrily at him.
The atmosphere erupted like a volcanic heatwave, sweeping in with destructive force. The reporters had not expected Li Luo to suddenly appear; they rushed towards him, each one asking sharp questions and tearing away the layers of protection surrounding Li Luo, eager to expose everything about him.
As the male lead of the entire incident, Li Luo's sudden appearance brought everything to a boiling point. The situation was no longer under Zhang Shaocong's control. In his panic, he dialed 911. Before the police sirens could be heard outside, Li Luo slowly said, "If you want to know the truth, please take your seats!"
Truth? What is the truth? Hadn't he already revealed it in the video just now?
As everyone settled down, Li Luo's words made the entire situation more perplexing. Could it be that there was more to the story?
In order to hear the truth from Li Luo's mouth, they quietly returned to their seats. Li Luo's gaze lightly swept over Zhang Shaocong's gloomy face, and internally he silently thought, Brother, I'm sorry!
"Everyone, I want to apologize first. I have deceived you all!"
Zhang Shaocong, standing to the side, gasped in shock. The ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger! The quiet venue became charged again with Li Luo's statement, as reporters began to whisper and discuss among themselves.
"Everything I said in the video was a lie!"
Boom!
Suddenly, it was like a bomb had been dropped into a calm lake, stirring up massive waves. The reporters stood up excitedly, their eyes fixed on Li Luo. Deceiving the public?
Could it be that this confirmed the saying that so-called celebrities are just glamorous pretenders? They deceive the public? Using so-called hype to repeatedly boost their popularity.
Among them, some even speculated that the so-called love affair was actually a carefully orchestrated show between Ma Entertainment Company and Li Luo? And the purpose was to regain public attention after Director Li inexplicably replaced him in his role?
Just moments ago, those fans who had shouted about punishing the seductress now saw that clear LCD screen in the bustling shopping district displaying Li Luo slowly uttering those words from his incredibly seductive lips. Their previously angry and excited expressions suddenly froze, feeling deeply deceived and manipulated.
"Shen Qingyou never seduced me; it was I who forced myself upon her after she rejected my love using such despicable means!"
All those who had shouted about punishing the vile person were stunned. The sense of being fooled washed over them like a tide, completely engulfing them. Anger—immense anger—rose like a tsunami, unstoppable as they raised their banners high and smashed them against the LCD screen. Almost in unison, they surged towards Hyatt Hotel.
"Li Luo, you planned this whole thing yourself? Then why did this video appear on the internet? Do you realize that this could ruin your acting career?"
The reporter's question was met with a chilling smile that suddenly crept across his lips. "I filmed the video. I used it to blackmail her into being with me, but she refused. Out of love turned to hate, since I couldn't have her, I decided to ruin her!"
Everyone present was taken aback by the revelation. They never expected that someone like Li Luo, who appeared so sunny on the outside, could harbor such darkness within. Unable to win her love, he resorted to such despicable means to destroy a woman. Not only did those fans feel deceived, but also the older women watching on television and some office ladies who happened to see this scene wore expressions of outrage. The voices cursing Li Luo flooded forums and comment sections, while outside the Hyatt Hotel, fans gathered once more, but this time their target of protest had shifted to Li Luo.
Their shouts of Li Luo clashed violently with the security at the Hyatt Hotel, filled with insults and chaos echoing one after another.
Turning off the broadcast, Qing Cang switched on a song. A voice filled with subtle sadness flowed out. "I can feel sadness spreading through the city; love leaves too hastily for happiness to keep up. Is it right to borrow this? For me, it's all a mistake. Can we stop the sadness and remain in happiness? I chased after it only to find you are struggling just as much..."
"Serene, let's stop the sadness. From now on, our lives will always be under clear skies." As the car slowly came to a stop in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Qing Cang held Shen Qingyou's hand adorned with a ring and spoke earnestly.
"Am I...?"
Anxiety and hesitation washed over Shen Qingyou as she saw the festive red sign of the marriage registration office. She felt lost like a child who had made a mistake, staring down at the concrete floor.
"Serene, trust me; I will make you happy!"
Looking up into his deep gaze, Shen Qingyou's heart faltered. But the storm of that love scene had not yet calmed down; was this really the right moment? "Cang, if that love scene truly was me, what would you do?"
Suddenly, everything around them fell silent. Qing Cang's eyes flashed coldly. "That person is not you!"
"You are so certain that person isn't me; do you really believe in me? Or is it that you simply refuse to acknowledge this matter from your heart and have been denying yourself all along?"
After saying this, Shen Qingyou cursed herself a thousand times in her heart. This fool! She could have been Qing Cang's wife just by stepping onto that last step. But why reject happiness that was so close at hand?
The atmosphere between them became somewhat tense. Qing Cang radiated an icy aura as he looked at Shen Qingyou, this stubborn woman who tightly pressed her lips together. Ultimately, he sighed helplessly and pulled her into a tight embrace with such force that Shen Qingyou struggled to breathe. "Shen Qingyou, I love you!"
Like a giant boulder, it fell on Shen Qingyou's fragile heart. While the entire city was in an uproar due to a segment of an ongoing love story, this man, regardless of his purpose for coming and going, could always trust her, Shen Qingyou. What more could she possibly want?
"I love you!"
These three words took only a brief second to utter, yet they firmly bound the two together. Their future married life, whether filled with happiness or not, all stemmed from that fleeting moment.
No matter how much turmoil their hasty marriage would bring to Qing Cang's family, no matter how many storms they would face in the future, at this moment, both of them were so certain and resolute in their belief that they wanted to be together for life. In this lifetime, having each other was enough!
Qing Cang held Shen Qingyou's hand and stepped steadily up the stairs into the hall of happiness...
The staff member at the Civil Affairs Bureau took Qing Cang's documents and asked, "Are you a soldier? Or an officer?" This woman in her forties scanned Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou's faces before her gaze landed on Shen Qingyou. A hint of confusion crossed her face as she took the documents from her hand. It was as if her doubts had been confirmed; a look of great surprise flashed across her face, as if she had discovered a new continent. Her mouth involuntarily dropped open, and then she excitedly stood up. "You are Shen Qingyou?"
Seeing her excitement, Qing Cang furrowed his thick brows and instinctively shielded Shen Qingyou behind him.
The woman seemed to realize her emotions were a bit too intense and quickly glanced around. Fortunately, everyone else was focused on their own tasks. Covering her mouth, she nodded at Shen Qingyou. "Sister Shen, we all support you! That scoundrel Li Luo deserves to go to hell!"
Her words surprised both Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou. Wasn't everyone condemning her as a vixen? Why was this woman's attitude completely opposite?
"You really want to marry her?"
Qing Cang nodded. The woman waved for them to step forward. "I must tell you to take good care of Sister Shen, such a suffering woman!" Then she cast a sympathetic glance at Shen Qingyou. "And you know that as an officer, you need unit verification, right?"
Of course he knew that military marriages required unit verification. However, today’s events had unfolded unexpectedly; he had only been thinking about marrying her at that moment—to become legally recognized spouses—so that even if something major happened later on, she wouldn’t just think about running away, and he wouldn’t have to worry or be afraid.
"However, it seems that for Sister Shen's sake, I will open a back door for you today and get your documents..."
Nine Dollars, the solemn and sacred marital relationship was thus established. When Qing Cang saw the red stamp pressed onto the red book, his anxious heart finally settled down. Meanwhile, Shen Qingyou, whose wandering heart had long sought a warm harbor, felt at peace. She glanced sideways at the sharply defined man beside her and suddenly smiled foolishly. Who knew that pain had no boundaries? Wasn't this happiness drowning everything?
"What are you laughing at?"
As they exited the Civil Affairs Bureau, Qing Cang suddenly stopped, looking at Shen Qingyou's silly smile. Then, he picked her up in his arms and placed her in the passenger seat. He started the car, and happiness began from there...
The entire press conference abruptly ended with a sudden rush of people bursting in. The scene instantly turned into a denouncement meeting, with saliva flying as if it would drown Li Luo.
"Li Luo, you scoundrel! How could we have ever liked you!"
An egg flew in from somewhere and smashed onto the podium, its foul-smelling yolk splattering all over Li Luo. His numb, stiff face showed no expression, like a puppet with its strings cut, drifting aimlessly...
"Li Luo, you liar! You deceived all of us!"
Spit flew angrily toward Li Luo. If it weren't for the ten bodyguards urgently summoned by Zhang Shaocong standing in front of the crowd, they would have already stormed the podium and trampled Li Luo underfoot.
"Are you not leaving yet? Is it not humiliating enough for you?"
Zhang Shaocong pulled the stiff and dazed Li Luo, raising his hollow eyes to look at the uproar around them. In Li Luo's heart, a cry echoed: Serene, you must be happy...
What does happiness mean to Li Luo? If he could continue to spread that lie, would it really create a rift between Serene and Qing Cang as Zhang Shaocong suggested? And perhaps if there was one, Serene would return to his side?
Qing Han Qing watched the television screen, her beautiful and delicate face filled with anger. "Li Luo, since you want to help that woman, I will ensure you never have a chance to rise again..."
Speeding through the city in an SUV, every corner was filled with the sweet scent of happiness. The two exchanged smiles, and for Shen Qingyou, it felt dreamlike. Until this moment, she didn't know if she was dreaming. Looking at the tightly held red book in her hand felt surreal. The car drove toward the outskirts; the snow-covered ground was pristine white. The city's snowfall was heavy and dense but couldn't compare to the grandeur of the countryside. The endless view felt like stepping into another world for Shen Qingyou. Here, there were no rumors or gossip—just her and Qing Cang.
The car slowly drove along a deep, winding asphalt road, covered in soft snow. At the tips of the trees hung transparent icicles that sparkled with colorful light under the sunlight. Is this the fairy tale wonderland? And have I really become the princess in a fairy tale?
When feeling happy, one wishes for this to be a road that never ends. Qing Cang was right beside her, within reach. His focused driving was charming, his slightly pursed lips were sexy, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were alluring. She quietly watched him until time turned to dust...
"Hey, where are you taking me?"
Shen Qingyou looked at Qing Cang, who had playfully covered her eyes, feeling a wave of suspicion. Qing Cang mysteriously said, "Don't rush; you'll know when we get there!"
Holding her hand, Qing Cang led her slowly forward...
"Cang, are you there? Are you there?"
Feeling the familiar scent beside her fade away, Shen Qingyou called out twice without receiving a response. She pulled off the black cloth covering her face, revealing a breathtaking scene before her: a military-green building exuding a strong military atmosphere, with red tables covered in snow and a pointed red roof peeking through. A few gray pigeons perched above; upon seeing Qing Cang's car, they flapped their wings and flew into the clear blue sky.
"Attention! At ease!"
Shen Qingyou was startled by the sudden voice. She saw a row of soldiers in crisp uniforms standing on either side of her, holding up the bright Five-Star Red Flag. The flag fluttered in the wind, forming a massive green wave that seemed to engulf her in its dazzling red. A girl in a white dress with two wings on her shoulders rushed toward Shen Qingyou through this rolling sea, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses adorned with morning dew. She handed the roses to Shen Qingyou and then took her hand, pulling her into the red ocean...
Red, an overwhelming sea of red—where is this?
Turning around, she found that the girl had vanished. The sound of military songs rang in her ears. Following that sound, Shen Qingyou walked step by step toward it. Were those colorful rose petals floating in the air?
A soft petal gently landed in Shen Qingyou's palm, resembling a red satin rose petal against her fair skin—red and white contrasting beautifully; one like fire and one like snow. Was it snowing? Or were rose petals falling?
With a whistle, the rolling sea of red around her gradually calmed down and slowly disappeared. Shen Qingyou didn't even realize when she had stumbled into a world that felt like a fairy tale.
Spinning Carousel, the happy Ferris Wheel, drifting rose petals, snow as light as goose feathers, so everything in her dreams turned into reality at this moment!
A Pumpkin Carriage stopped in front of her, with a noble prince sitting atop, slowly extending his hand to her...
“Cang!”
Standing under the Pumpkin Carriage, Shen Qingyou called out excitedly, happiness seemed to engulf her, making her feel dizzy. Is this the prince from the fairy tale, riding the Pumpkin Carriage to rescue the princess?
Qing Cang slowly descended from the Pumpkin Carriage, standing just a step away from Shen Qingyou, and gently said to her, “I want you to know that today, my marriage to you is not a whim; I have meticulously planned this!”
Yes, it was his meticulous planning. From the moment he saw Shen Qingyou again, he had carefully orchestrated everything...
With his support, Shen Qingyou slowly stepped onto the Pumpkin Carriage. Qing Cang drove the horse swiftly through the snowy landscape, like a dream, like an illusion. The azure sky occasionally passed by gray doves that witnessed this incredibly romantic wedding...
As the sun set behind the mountains, the blood-red sunset blazed across the horizon. The ultimate destination of the Pumpkin Carriage was the edge of the sea, where rippling waves met an endless ocean. The golden afterglow spilled onto the beach as two figures nestled together, hand in hand, eagerly awaiting the rise of the moon over the sea.
I cannot promise lifetimes together, but I can promise this life. I cannot give you a wedding blessed by family, but I can offer you an unforgettable wedding. Serene, from now on, you are my rightful wife, Qing Cang. I will be loyal to you as I am loyal to my beliefs.
...
Inside the villa, Zhang Shaocong slapped Li Luo, who looked lost and dazed. The wind from his fierce slap blew his hair off his forehead for a moment before it fell back down, covering his infinitely confused eyes. He hung his head silently, devoid of life...
“Tell me why you did this? Do you know that your foolish actions today will push you into hell? How do you expect to survive in this circle in the future?”
"You said it, just now, weren't you quite capable? How come you've turned into a mute now?"
...
Zhang Shaocong, in a fit of rage, slammed the glass ashtray on the tea table to the ground. With a crisp sound, the expensive ashtray shattered into pieces, much like his chaotic reality.
Li Luo lifted his head and looked at Zhang Shaocong, his cold voice sounding as if it came from hell: "Brother, what you want me to become, I cannot do. My conscience does not allow me to do that!"
Conscience?
Zhang Shaocong smirked wickedly and sneered: "Is your so-called conscience worth sacrificing yourself for?"
Sacrificing myself? After this scandal broke out, would Serene still forgive him? Serene, Serene, what about you at this moment? Are you also enduring the same blow as I am? How does Qing Cang treat you? Will he vent his anger on you because of this matter?
Suddenly standing up, Li Luo ran madly towards the door. The sports car sped along the winding mountain road as Li Luo frantically dialed Shen Qingyou's phone. Off? Off? After multiple unsuccessful attempts to reach Shen Qingyou, Li Luo called Qing Cang.
In front of the large floor-to-ceiling window stood a dark figure. A flickering orange-yellow flame illuminated his face as he turned to look at the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed. Qing Cang stepped out of the courtyard and stood at the entrance, quietly watching the intersection. When he saw the white sports car speeding towards him, leaving a trail of white smoke behind, he leaned against the flower wall and took a deep puff of smoke.
"Zzz..."
The car's tires screeched sharply against the asphalt as a disheveled Li Luo emerged from the vehicle. Upon seeing Qing Cang, he rushed over and asked with urgency: "Where is Serene?"
Seeing that Qing Cang remained silent, he stepped forward and grabbed his collar: "Tell me where Serene is!"
Without hesitation, Qing Cang threw a punch at Li Luo's face: "This punch is for Serene!"
As the punch landed, another one followed: "This punch is for myself!"
Blood slowly seeped from Li Luo's mouth, dripping down. His cheeks were already bruised and swollen. Qing Cang pressed Li Luo hard against the car window: "Li Luo, I warn you, stay away from her in the future, or don't blame me for being rude!"
"Rude?"
A cold smile twisted at the corner of Li Luo's mouth as he spat out blood. "Qing Cang, what have you done to Shen Qingyou? Let me tell you, if you dare to hurt her, I will definitely not be polite to you!"
"Hurt her? Now, am I the one hurting her, or are you?"
Qing Cang glared angrily at Li Luo. "You all poured dirt on her to save yourselves. Have you ever thought about her feelings?"
This morning, after hearing Zhang Shaocong's slanderous remarks, he angrily turned off the broadcast and had not paid attention to any news regarding the matter since then. Therefore, Qing Cang had no idea about what happened later with Li Luo, nor did he know that Li Luo had descended into a hell of no return for Shen Qingyou.
"Her feelings? Her feelings? I was drunk, but she was sober. Why didn't she reject me? Why didn't she reject me?"
Li Luo punched the car door in frustration. He couldn't understand why Shen Qingyou, with her skills, could easily push him away and knock him out. Why would she willingly submit to him? Wasn't the whole situation too strange?
"Are you implying that Serene really seduced you?"
Another punch struck Li Luo in the stomach, causing him to groan in pain and half-kneel on the ground, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Under the orange streetlight, his face was pale as a ghost.
"Stop hitting him!"
A cold voice suddenly rang out. Qing Cang turned around, and Li Luo looked up at the woman dressed in sleepwear with long hair cascading down.
"Serene!"
Li Luo stumbled to her feet and weakly called out to me, but what met her was a pair of icy eyes.
"Serene, I'm sorry!"
At this moment, was "I'm sorry" too pale and powerless?
"Li Luo, from now on, don't come looking for me. I have already married Cang!"
What? Married? Li Luo looked up in surprise at Qing Cang, "You're marrying her at a time like this?"
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