CHAPTER 235: CHAPTER 235: FEIGNING DEEP AFFECTION

Li Sihe looked at Zhuang Jie Ning’s smug expression impassively.

His eyes were dull, and the curve of his lips was distant enough, "Then I wish you get what you desire."

A trace of viciousness flashed in Zhuang Jie Ning’s eyes.

In such a highly publicized occasion, she masked her inner coldness and darkness with a façade, her smile perfect, "Of course I will get what I desire, Li Sihe, I have put in so much effort, there is no reason for me not to succeed."

The two walked to the front of the stage amidst an elegant melody, under the gaze of the audience, they exchanged rings.

Bian Yue watched from afar, sincerely hoping in her heart that Li Sihe could be happy.

"Now, the groom may kiss the bride," the host said with a brilliant smile, and as his voice fell, the crowd began to applaud.

Li Sihe turned his body, looking at Zhuang Jie Ning in front of him, who bore a properly decorous smile.

Her gaze was straightforward, watching Li Sihe, waiting for him to bring this performance to its final curtain.

And indeed, Li Sihe bent down, his hands cradling Zhuang Jie Ning’s face, in the eyes of the public, the two resembled a loving couple embracing.

Only Zhuang Jie Ning herself knew that Li Sihe’s fingers were pressed against her lips, his eyes devoid of any warmth, his voice chilling to the bone as he said, "Zhuang Jie Ning, don’t test my limits, just cooperate well."

He wouldn’t even give her a ceremonial kiss, treating himself like trash at this so-called wedding.

Zhuang Jie Ning clenched her fist, yet her facial expression did not reveal the slightest hint, she coolly said, "What? Do you think I am dirty?"

Li Sihe did not answer, he let go of her, slowly straightened up, and amidst everyone’s gaze, he looked tenderly at Zhuang Jie Ning.

The undercurrents between them were masked by the lavish decorations.

Never had Zhuang Jie Ning felt more than at this moment, the intense hope that Li Sihe would drop dead in front of her.

She truly had enough of this nauseating pretense.

She just wanted to escape.

But Li Sihe took a glass of juice from a nearby server and handed it to her.

His smile was graceful and seemingly harmless, his voice refined and elegant, "Happy wedding day, Jie Ning."

Zhuang Jie Ning’s smile almost faltered, she just wished this could all end soon.

Like fulfilling a task, she hesitated not a bit as she took the juice from Li Sihe’s hand, drank it all at once, then, maintaining her forced smile, softly said, "Shiheng, you personally planned this wedding, you really worked hard."

Below the stage, Wen Jiao sipped red wine, observing Zhuang Jie Ning’s significantly troubled expression and couldn’t help but laugh, "She really can endure, I can see it all, they are both just putting on a show."

Bian Yue was taken aback, unlike Wen Jiao’s sharpness, Bian Yue felt that the two were just a bit tense.

"You say putting on a show?" Bian Yue paused, then said, "Li Sihe now has complete control over Feng Cheng, if he doesn’t want to, nobody can force him."

"So what if he got management rights? What if Zhuang Jie Ning raises the stakes, getting pregnant before marriage? At that time, even if Li Sihe doesn’t want to marry her, wouldn’t he have no choice?"

Bian Yue sensed something unusual in Wen Jiao’s casual and nonchalant words, and stared at her slightly flabbergasted. "Did you hear something?"

Wen Jiao put down her wine glass, leaned close to Bian Yue, and whispered, "Zhuang Jie Ning is pregnant. It’s recent, so the Li Family has to hold this wedding."

Bian Yue’s eyes widened in astonishment after hearing this. She felt that there must be more to this story, but at the moment, she couldn’t think of another possibility.

Seeing the two of them whispering in front of him, Shen Zhaoli couldn’t help but chuckle, "Why do you need to whisper? Am I not worthy of hearing it?"

"What’s the need for a kid to know about this!" Wen Jiao glared at Shen Zhaoli and said seriously, "At your age, studying hard is the right way."

Shen Zhaoli, with his handsome features, had a flicker of anger in his eyes, yet it only made him look more vivid. He laughed at Wen Jiao and said slowly, "What do you mean by ’at my age’? Wen Jiao, be careful with your words!"

"What should I be careful about? You are a kid, don’t you think I’m not aware? You are only 21 this year!"

In Wen Jiao’s indifferent tone, Shen Zhaoli turned to Bian Yue. "Did you tell her?"

"It wasn’t me!" Bian Yue waved her hand.

Wen Jiao smiled lazily, drawing out her words slowly, "Do I need Bian Yue to tell me? Do you think I couldn’t guess such a trivial matter?"

Shen Zhaoli actually didn’t care about his age. But for some reason, he just didn’t like being treated like a child by Wen Jiao.

As the two of them were about to start bickering, Bian Yue pinched her brow and whispered, "You two should watch your image, there are a lot of people here."

"Fine, Wen Jiao, come out with me. I have something to say to you!" Shen Zhaoli grabbed a nearby red wine, drained it in one go, and stared at Wen Jiao with determination in his voice.

"You think I’d be scared? Fine, I’ll go with you. I’m curious to see what you want to say!"

The two walked out one after the other, and Bian Yue watched them amusingly, then withdrew her gaze. Just as she was about to find a quiet place to stay for a while, she saw Zhuang Jie Ning, who had just come down from the stage and changed into an evening gown, standing right before her.

Her smile was triumphant as she looked at Bian Yue and said softly, "Bian Yue, we haven’t seen each other for a while. I’m very happy that you could come to my wedding with Shiheng today."

After speaking, she extended her hand to Bian Yue.

Bian Yue shook Zhuang Jie Ning’s hand, smiled, and said lightly, "I also wish you a lifetime of happiness."

"Yes, I wish Miss Zhuang and Mr. Li a lifetime of happiness!" Pan Ni also came over, smiling, "Miss Zhuang looks especially beautiful today!"

"Miss Zhuang is the top socialite, and today she’s the bride, of course, she looks wonderful!" Bai Wending said softly.

These words struck a chord in Zhuang Jie Ning’s heart. She smiled modestly and proudly, looking at them with a gentle posture, "Thank you for your blessings, you flatter me."

After that, she turned back to Bian Yue, her voice softening, "Bian Yue, even though you’ve left the Li Family, in my heart, you are still a part of it. For all these years Shiheng has taken care of you like a brother, and from now on, I, as your elder sister-in-law, will take good care of you too."

Bian Yue kept her smile, unswayed by the underlying tone in Zhuang Jie Ning’s words, and casually said, "Thank you."

Zhuang Jie Ning smiled, assessing Bian Yue, and after a moment, said, "I heard that Shen Jinci has gone abroad? Is that why you came alone today?"

"My brother Zhaoli is also here," Bian Yue replied calmly. "You must be busy with your wedding today, no need to waste time talking with me here."

"There’s not much to be busy with, after all, I’m pregnant, and Shiheng doesn’t want me to be too tired." Zhuang Jie Ning gently stroked her flat belly, her smile sweet.