Wedding Night! A Regretful Marriage to Her Disabled Rival!
Chapter 123 - Chapter 123: Young Master Huo is Overprotective of His Wife
Chapter 123: Young Master Huo is Overprotective of His Wife
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of screams, their collective voices slicing through the tumultuous air.
Amidst the chaotic swirl, a resonating shatter split the air, and the grim aftermath unveiled itself as blood spattered from shattered glass, soaking unsuspecting bystanders.
The scene quickly descended into a frenzied tumult, survival instincts compelling people to shove and jostle, each fighting to escape the imminent danger.
In the face of the panicked crowd’s force, some fragile souls stumbled and crumpled to the ground, unable to withstand the savage onslaught.
Trampling was inevitable as the desperate struggle for survival turned grim, and the tableau was marred by the somber spectacle of people treading upon fallen bodies.
Gu Qingcheng, braced for this catastrophe, had adroitly positioned herself to dodge the collapsing stage and the plummeting glass.
With the glass on the brink of fracture, she adeptly sought sanctuary beneath a nearby table, eluding the deadly descent of glass shards with a deft maneuver.
Her concern for her surroundings triggered a search for Gu Mei and Chu He, only to discover they had vanished without a trace.
The swift vanishing of the mother-daughter pair suggested a profound connection to the Peach Lotus Cup incident.
Before she could react, a pair of strong arms encircled her delicate waist, and with practiced fluidity, she was skillfully whisked to safety beneath the same table.
The glass above crashed down with a thunderous impact, colliding against the chair she had occupied, shattering into countless fragments.
Amid the debris, a shard of glass ominously embedded itself into the table, glinting with malevolent intent in the light.
Had Gu Qingcheng not reacted with swiftness, that shard would have pierced her skull, abruptly ending her life.
A vigilant tension gripped her, prompting an instinctual push against the person embracing her.
The circumstances eerily mirrored a past tragedy where she had failed to evade a similar disaster. During that ordeal, she had fallen, been trampled, and ultimately required emergency surgery to mend her damaged kidney.
Those events were supposed to unfold before her engagement night, but her second chance at life had shuffled the timeline, delaying the catastrophe.
As a familiar voice, laden with panic and concern, called her name—Qi Shaoze the presumption of treachery guided her response to the arms encircling her. “Stay still,” commanded a deep, resonant voice that belonged to Huo Sicheng.
Her struggle ceased, and at the mention of his name, her apprehension momentarily subsided.
Huo Sicheng.
She glanced upwards, locking eyes with his anxious gaze that held a myriad of emotions.
His breaths came unevenly, his pallor reflecting the weight of the situation. He asked, his voice tinged with worry, “Are you hurt?”
Only then did she fully grasp her safety within Huo Sicheng’s embrace, shielded from harm’s reach.
Her eyes widened in realization.
Unlike her previous life, devoid of protection, this time she was cradled within Huo Sicheng’s sheltering arms.
In this life, injuries were averted, danger repelled. Her heart swelled with warmth and an unfamiliar sense of security.
A past lacking guardianship, substituted with a present where Huo Sicheng’s arms offered solace and safeguarding.
Repressed emotions quivered within her, her voice wavering as she inquired, “Are you hurt?”
His hold tightened, a gesture of reassurance that anchored her amidst the turmoil. His brow furrowed, his face pale, yet he reassured her, “I’m
unharmed.”
The gravity of the situation underscored their need to escape this perilous tableau. With agreement in her gaze, she urged, “We must leave this place immediately.”
Acknowledging her words, he concurred, “Agreed.”
And then, a firm directive followed, his tone commanding, “Hold onto me.”
Slightly caught off guard, she hesitated briefly before responding, “Ah… It’s alright. I can maneuver more freely than you can.”
In that instant, his eyes flared with anger, a visceral response to her defiance.
She pondered the source of his wrath, trying to reconcile her statement.
Nonetheless, verbal sparring had no place in this chaotic moment, and her arms found their way around his neck as she clung to him.
The tension in his body was palpable as her grip settled, their closeness intimate, their breaths intermingling.
An unexpected yet resolute kiss bridged the gap between them. Her eyes widened in astonishment, processing his bold action.
A second kiss followed before she could fully grasp the first, pulling her into a whirlwind of sensations.
Before she could regain her bearings, he guided them out from beneath the table, her form cocooned within his protective hold.
Amidst the chaos, one woman’s predatory intent remained steadfast. Her gaze locked onto Gu Qingcheng, and she advanced with a dagger clenched in her fist.
Qi Shaoze’s attention fixated solely on Gu Qingcheng, a helpless observer to the impending danger she faced.
Then, Huo Sicheng emerged, sheltering her from harm’s trajectory. The sight injected a bitter surge through Qi Shaoze’s veins, as he confronted the vulnerability of his position.
For the longest time, he had carried an affection for Gu Qingcheng. Yet now, it was Huo Sicheng who stood as her guardian, relegating his feelings to insignificance.
Unperturbed by Qi Shaoze’s presence, Huo Sicheng’s focus remained steadfastly on shielding Gu Qingcheng. When the assailant struck, he acted with swiftness, intercepting the attack and subsequently neutralizing the threat.
The assailant’s twisted determination was palpable in her unrelenting pursuit, even after her wrist had been fractured. She attempted another assault, narrowly missing Gu Qingcheng and gashing Huo Sicheng’s arm in the process.
As the scene unfolded, a surge of emotions coursed through Gu Qingcheng.
Concern for Huo Sicheng mingled with a burgeoning rage toward the assailant.
Driven by an ardent determination to protect Huo Sicheng, she seized control, physically confronting the assailant with fervent indignation.
Her fervent declaration that only she had the right to vex Huo Sicheng resonated, a proclamation underlining her claim on him.
Unbeknownst to her, Qi Shaoze bore witness to the entire exchange, a spectator to the depth of Huo Sicheng’s sentiments.
Their confrontation escalated, and it was Huo Sicheng who pulled her back into his embrace, his words and gaze echoing the unshakeable affection he held for her.
As the dust settled, Qi Shaoze’s attempt to intervene was met with Huo Sicheng’s assertion of his dominion over Gu Qingcheng.
The scene epitomized the evolving dynamics of their relationships, encapsulating both the turbulence of the moment and the intricate web of emotions that bound them together..
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The crowd erupted into a cacophony of screams, their collective voices slicing through the tumultuous air.
Amidst the chaotic swirl, a resonating shatter split the air, and the grim aftermath unveiled itself as blood spattered from shattered glass, soaking unsuspecting bystanders.
The scene quickly descended into a frenzied tumult, survival instincts compelling people to shove and jostle, each fighting to escape the imminent danger.
In the face of the panicked crowd’s force, some fragile souls stumbled and crumpled to the ground, unable to withstand the savage onslaught.
Trampling was inevitable as the desperate struggle for survival turned grim, and the tableau was marred by the somber spectacle of people treading upon fallen bodies.
Gu Qingcheng, braced for this catastrophe, had adroitly positioned herself to dodge the collapsing stage and the plummeting glass.
With the glass on the brink of fracture, she adeptly sought sanctuary beneath a nearby table, eluding the deadly descent of glass shards with a deft maneuver.
Her concern for her surroundings triggered a search for Gu Mei and Chu He, only to discover they had vanished without a trace.
The swift vanishing of the mother-daughter pair suggested a profound connection to the Peach Lotus Cup incident.
Before she could react, a pair of strong arms encircled her delicate waist, and with practiced fluidity, she was skillfully whisked to safety beneath the same table.
The glass above crashed down with a thunderous impact, colliding against the chair she had occupied, shattering into countless fragments.
Amid the debris, a shard of glass ominously embedded itself into the table, glinting with malevolent intent in the light.
Had Gu Qingcheng not reacted with swiftness, that shard would have pierced her skull, abruptly ending her life.
A vigilant tension gripped her, prompting an instinctual push against the person embracing her.
The circumstances eerily mirrored a past tragedy where she had failed to evade a similar disaster. During that ordeal, she had fallen, been trampled, and ultimately required emergency surgery to mend her damaged kidney.
Those events were supposed to unfold before her engagement night, but her second chance at life had shuffled the timeline, delaying the catastrophe.
As a familiar voice, laden with panic and concern, called her name—Qi Shaoze the presumption of treachery guided her response to the arms encircling her. “Stay still,” commanded a deep, resonant voice that belonged to Huo Sicheng.
Her struggle ceased, and at the mention of his name, her apprehension momentarily subsided.
Huo Sicheng.
She glanced upwards, locking eyes with his anxious gaze that held a myriad of emotions.
His breaths came unevenly, his pallor reflecting the weight of the situation. He asked, his voice tinged with worry, “Are you hurt?”
Only then did she fully grasp her safety within Huo Sicheng’s embrace, shielded from harm’s reach.
Her eyes widened in realization.
Unlike her previous life, devoid of protection, this time she was cradled within Huo Sicheng’s sheltering arms.
In this life, injuries were averted, danger repelled. Her heart swelled with warmth and an unfamiliar sense of security.
A past lacking guardianship, substituted with a present where Huo Sicheng’s arms offered solace and safeguarding.
Repressed emotions quivered within her, her voice wavering as she inquired, “Are you hurt?”
His hold tightened, a gesture of reassurance that anchored her amidst the turmoil. His brow furrowed, his face pale, yet he reassured her, “I’m
unharmed.”
The gravity of the situation underscored their need to escape this perilous tableau. With agreement in her gaze, she urged, “We must leave this place immediately.”
Acknowledging her words, he concurred, “Agreed.”
And then, a firm directive followed, his tone commanding, “Hold onto me.”
Slightly caught off guard, she hesitated briefly before responding, “Ah… It’s alright. I can maneuver more freely than you can.”
In that instant, his eyes flared with anger, a visceral response to her defiance.
She pondered the source of his wrath, trying to reconcile her statement.
Nonetheless, verbal sparring had no place in this chaotic moment, and her arms found their way around his neck as she clung to him.
The tension in his body was palpable as her grip settled, their closeness intimate, their breaths intermingling.
An unexpected yet resolute kiss bridged the gap between them. Her eyes widened in astonishment, processing his bold action.
A second kiss followed before she could fully grasp the first, pulling her into a whirlwind of sensations.
Before she could regain her bearings, he guided them out from beneath the table, her form cocooned within his protective hold.
Amidst the chaos, one woman’s predatory intent remained steadfast. Her gaze locked onto Gu Qingcheng, and she advanced with a dagger clenched in her fist.
Qi Shaoze’s attention fixated solely on Gu Qingcheng, a helpless observer to the impending danger she faced.
Then, Huo Sicheng emerged, sheltering her from harm’s trajectory. The sight injected a bitter surge through Qi Shaoze’s veins, as he confronted the vulnerability of his position.
For the longest time, he had carried an affection for Gu Qingcheng. Yet now, it was Huo Sicheng who stood as her guardian, relegating his feelings to insignificance.
Unperturbed by Qi Shaoze’s presence, Huo Sicheng’s focus remained steadfastly on shielding Gu Qingcheng. When the assailant struck, he acted with swiftness, intercepting the attack and subsequently neutralizing the threat.
The assailant’s twisted determination was palpable in her unrelenting pursuit, even after her wrist had been fractured. She attempted another assault, narrowly missing Gu Qingcheng and gashing Huo Sicheng’s arm in the process.
As the scene unfolded, a surge of emotions coursed through Gu Qingcheng.
Concern for Huo Sicheng mingled with a burgeoning rage toward the assailant.
Driven by an ardent determination to protect Huo Sicheng, she seized control, physically confronting the assailant with fervent indignation.
Her fervent declaration that only she had the right to vex Huo Sicheng resonated, a proclamation underlining her claim on him.
Unbeknownst to her, Qi Shaoze bore witness to the entire exchange, a spectator to the depth of Huo Sicheng’s sentiments.
Their confrontation escalated, and it was Huo Sicheng who pulled her back into his embrace, his words and gaze echoing the unshakeable affection he held for her.
As the dust settled, Qi Shaoze’s attempt to intervene was met with Huo Sicheng’s assertion of his dominion over Gu Qingcheng.
The scene epitomized the evolving dynamics of their relationships, encapsulating both the turbulence of the moment and the intricate web of emotions that bound them together..