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After My Rebirth, I Escaped My Marriage

When Lin Gantang was reborn, the priest was just asking her, "Do you agree to take him as your lawfully wedded husband? To be loyal to him regardless of sickness or health, wealth or poverty, until death do you apart?" The tragedy of her previous life began with her deep love for Gu Mou, so Lin Gantang replied, "I won't." The guests were in an uproar. Everyone knew that Wen Yanqing had loved Lin Gantang for a solid eight years, but she had never once looked back at him. He wasn't the groom, so Wen Yanqing left with a heavy heart and ventured far away. However, he later learned that the bride had fled the wedding. Lin Gantang had countless ways to salvage the fading relationships with her loved ones and friends, but she didn't know what to do when it came to Wen Yanqing, the one she had deceived, humiliated, and trampled upon his sincerity. Lin Gantang said, "It's so difficult. I can't possibly give myself to him in exchange for everything I've done to him, can I?" Wen Yanqing responded, "Why not? That's all I wish for."

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1040 Chs

Chapter 899: The Man Who Can't Read the Mood

He signaled to Yi Qian to make room, and Yi Qian immediately stood up to offer his seat.

Then, the towering figure of Shengfang's highest official sat down in a subordinate's spot.

Yi Qian certainly didn't dare to take the seat vacated by his superior; turning his head, he saw Ge Yuan beside him standing up as well.

As if triggering a mechanism, the people behind him lined up neatly to give up their seats, and the last person quietly brought over a spare chair to add an extra spot.

Qu Zilan's face was a kaleidoscope of expressions. Now, even if she reached as far as she could, she would definitely not be able to touch Wen Yanqing.

"Aren't we going to start?" Wen Yanqing looked at her puzzledly, "Is President Qu perhaps not in the best shape after just getting off the plane? You look haggard, and your face is stiff. Should we postpone the meeting?"

The most vain, Qu Zilan, just wanted to swear.