Wanting To Give Yirou A Wedding Of The Century

"You…" Hua Yun snapped her head back furiously once she understood what Yun Jian was implying, totally forgetting her supposed elegance of a wealthy married woman.

Hu Chaoqun grabbed Hua Yun's hand just as she turned and covered the back of it with his fat one, taking the opportunity to grope it and saying, Babe, don't get angry with people like this. Your health matters more!"

"They're just jealous that we're rich while all they're good at is dishing out sharp remarks. Let's go, hmph, we'll make sure to give them a 'grand' present when the time comes! That's for arguing with you, babe!" Hu Chaoqun said and left holding Hua Yun who swayed her hips left and right.

Watching Hu Chaoqun leave holding Hua Yun with her hips cocked left and right, the last bit of Ge Xuan's dream dissolved.

With a lowered gaze, he let out the breath he held and deflated completely after Hua Yun was helped into the car by Hu Chaoqun and the Rolls-Royce gradually drove off.