When the cheerful symphony stopped, Bo Yixin had already walked in front of Zhan Nanxian in the church.
Even the luxurious wedding dress could not hide her slightly protruding belly. Compared with the incomparable joy on her face, Zhan Nanxian who was standing in front of her and Pan Weining who was supporting her hand, both had smiling expressions, but upon closer inspection, they always looked a little less happy.
It seems that they all have some unnoticeable thoughts.
The two men exchanged glances, Pan Weining pursed his lips, and handed Bo Yixin's hand to Zhan Nanxian.
Bo Yixin turned her head to look at Pan Weining, smiling brightly, "Thank you."
His face turned slightly pale, and Pan Weining retreated silently without saying a word.
Zhan Nanxian held Bo Yixin's hand and faced the priest. Guan Ti suddenly stepped back half a step, avoiding everyone's sight and quietly took out Zhan Nanxian's vibrating cell phone from his trouser pocket. When he saw the warm number flashing on the screen, he looked at Zhan Nanxian hesitantly.
The corner of his eye caught his expression. With his back to everyone, Zhan Nanxian's smile had completely faded, becoming indescribably cold. He curled his lips expressionlessly and said to the priest, "Please start."
The priest opened the Bible and began to pray.
Guan Ti sighed secretly, put the phone back, and took out the small velvet box containing the ring instead. The phone, which was unanswered, vibrated for the last time in his trouser pocket and then stopped, but vibrated again just a second later. He glanced at Zhan Nanxian again in embarrassment.
Bo Yixin glanced at the two of them lightly, and the smile on her face had become a little stiff without her noticing.
Zhan Nanxian's thin lips were filled with anger. He lowered his voice and said, "If she wants to say congratulations, please thank her for me. If it's anything else, there's no need for that."
The imperial decree had been issued, and Guan Ti quickly took out his cell phone again and covered it with his hand, "Warm?"
After reciting the prayer, the priest looked up and said, "Mr. Zhan Nanxian, are you willing to—"
"Nan Xian!" Guan Ti cried out, and the ceremony was interrupted on the spot.
Regardless of the stunned expressions of the priest and the guests in the audience, Guan Ti nervously stuffed the phone into Zhan Nanxian's hand and said, "It's not that she doesn't want to come, but she can't come at all."
Zhan Nanxian stared at him and put the phone to his ear. He didn't know what the other party said. He was slightly startled, as if he was unsure, "Say it again?" It seemed that the other party repeated it again. He half-closed his long eyelashes, his expression was as calm as the calm lake, without any disturbance.
"I see. Don't hang up. Wait for me."
He put the phone down, not hanging up, just putting it down.
Holding the phone in one hand and the other in his trouser pocket, he glanced sideways at the Bible in front of the priest, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Guan Ti's shiny leather shoes. In just a few seconds, his lips were pursed, loosened, and bitten again. It seemed that only then did he finally accept the fact from the phone call. His calm face cracked inch by inch, showing signs of rage.
The next moment, all the viewers who were watching the live broadcast on TV jumped in shock. They saw the groom in a white suit, who looked like an angel, suddenly raised his leg and kicked the ceremony table. The force was so great that the heavy wooden table collapsed on the spot. If Guan Ti had not quickly pulled away the frightened priest, he would have become a ghost under the table.