Chapter 2 She is My Woman

Everyone gasped.

Was this the rhythm of a wedding heist?!

"Who is this man, he's so handsome and stylish!" a girl couldn't help but squeal excitedly, her infatuation getting the better of her.

Gu Xuanye, clad in a dark, handmade British coat, had long legs and a tall stature.

His brows were noble, his eyes deep, his nose was straight, his thin lips were crimson, and his sculpted face outlined handsome features everywhere. His whole being was wrapped in an air of proud defiance, a mysterious allure, so majestic it made him seem unapproachably noble.

"If a man like that stole me away, I'd be a hundred times willing!" the church echoed with the excited sighs of infatuated women.

Gu Xuanye always had such charm; his appearance instantly caused a sensation.

"Making a mess at my wedding, you, you, you're really looking for trouble!" Wei Tianhai felt intimidated by Gu Xuanye's presence. Sensing a strong crisis, he waved his hand hastily, signaling his bodyguards to jump on stage to protect him.

"Dare to covet my woman, I think it's you who's tired of living!" Gu Xuanye's cold gaze swept over with danger.

His woman?

Hearing these words again, Wei Tianhai couldn't help but glance at Mo Qiansu. Seeing her pale face and gaze fixed on Gu Xuanye, he felt instantly annoyed!

Clearly, her relationship with this man was out of the ordinary.

Wei Tianhai wrapped an arm around Mo Qiansu's shoulder, provocatively saying, "Qiansu is my bride, and tonight I will be her first man. Kid, quit dreaming!"

He deliberately emphasized that Mo Qiansu was still unclaimed.

With so many guests present today, even if they really had an unspeakable relationship, Wei Tianhai wouldn't allow anyone to say he picked up a damaged woman at his own wedding.

But Gu Xuanye wouldn't let him have his way.

"Oh, is that so?"

His gaze locked onto the salty hand on Mo Qiansu's shoulder, his eyes narrowed with unspoken depth as he lifted the corners of his lips, "Four years ago, she was already my woman. Mister Wei wouldn't naively think that she stayed untouched for you, would he?"

At these words, the church erupted into uproar.

Wei Tianhai knew full well about Mo Qiansu's four-year-old son,

but being directly confronted with the fact that his bride had been involved with another man, Wei Tianhai's face turned red and twisted with anger, his grip on Mo Qiansu's shoulder tightening.

Mo Qiansu winced in pain, finally coming back to herself.

Suppressing the tumultuous emotions in her heart and the humiliation of the moment, she spoke with a calm and unfamiliar tone, "Sir, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am not Mo Ran, my name is Mo Qiansu. I do not know you, please leave at once and do not disturb my wedding with my husband!"

"Mo Qiansu?" Gu Xuanye's eyes deepened, smiling enigmatically, "That name does indeed suit you better!"

Wei Tianhai really disliked the man in front of him. He looked very young, but his arrogantly defiant presence made one feel an inexplicable sense of crisis.

So far, no one had dared to make trouble on his territory!

"Get them out of here!" Wei Tianhai gestured fiercely, and the bodyguards moved in.

Gu Xuanye's men were all no pushovers. In just a few moments, they had defeated the opposing bodyguards, laying them flat on the ground.

Wei Tianhai glanced at his own impotent bodyguards, then at Gu Xuanye's men.

Fear flashed across his face as he hurriedly made a phone call for reinforcements.

Meanwhile, Gu Xuanye took a step toward Mo Qiansu.

His starry eyes glowed, filled with blood vessels.

That hateful gaze weighed heavily on her, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

"Whether you call yourself Mo Ran or Mo Qiansu, it doesn't change the fact that you've been my woman a long time ago!" Gu Xuanye stopped in front of her, leaning in slightly, "You dare to marry another man — did I consent to this?!"