Chapter 2: Ruining Her Wedding?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

An Zhiyan ran wildly with her skirt in her hands. The honking of the car’s horn could be heard in the traffic.

The wedding car she had just taken turned around and chased after her. Nanny Zhang stuck her neck out of the car window and cursed her across the road.

An Zhiyan’s gaze fell on a car on the side of the road. The owner of the car had just gotten inside, and the door had not been closed in time.

She took a big leap into the car, sat in the backseat, and closed the door behind her.

“Damn it! Get up!” Huang San, who was in the driver’s seat, shouted when he saw the woman who had suddenly appeared in the car.

An Zhiyan suddenly felt a strange sensation under her body. She turned her head and met a pair of sharp eyes.

Oh God! She was sitting on a man’s lap!

An Zhiyan jumped up from her seat in shock. “I’m sorry…”

In the midst of the confusion, the clear sound of fabric tearing could be heard.

Her wedding dress was bought for her by the An family’s servants from a second-hand shop. It was large and puffy, but the quality was lacking. The layer of gauze on the outside was torn apart, and her chest was no longer covered up. When she bent over, her chest was completely exposed in to the man.

The man in the backseat, who was originally angry, was slightly stunned when he saw her chest.

An Zhiyan immediately sat down. She quickly tied the excess fabric over her chest.

At this moment, the An family members all rushed over in a swarm.

“Um… What should I do…?” Huang San asked awkwardly.

“Bro, are you interested in ruining my wedding?” An Zhiyan asked casually. Through the window, she looked coldly at the An family members who were chasing after her, not caring about the reactions of the people around her.

The man looked away from the bow on her chest. His knee pressed lightly on the back of the driver’s seat, and his voice was cold. “Drive.”

Huang San frowned, glanced at An Zhiyan, and immediately started the car.

The moment An Zhiyan got into the car, she was ready to steal the car. She did not expect this man to help her.

She turned her head, and when she saw the man’s face clearly, she was stunned.

His side profile was firm, and his facial features were well-defined. He was a very handsome man.

“Are you running away from your wedding?” The man raised his eyebrows and asked in a teasing tone.

Although his gaze was calm, An Zhiyan felt a bone-chilling feeling run down her spine.

An Zhiyan avoided his gaze. “Just drop me at the intersection ahead.”

At this moment, a car suddenly overtook them. Huang San slammed the steering wheel to avoid it.

An Zhiyan’s body fell into the man’s arms. She only cared about covering her chest. Her bare back was completely exposed to the man’s eyes.

“Master, are you alright?” Huang San asked as he steadied the brakes.

The man’s suit jacket landed on An Zhiyan’s back, blocking Huang San’s gaze.

“It’s okay.” His hands landed on An Zhiyan’s shoulders, and his voice was calm. “Are you still not getting up?”

An Zhiyan sat up with the man’s help. She subconsciously moved her body a little further away from the man.

“We’re at the intersection.” Huang San stopped the car.

An Zhiyan got out of the car without any hesitation, and her figure quickly disappeared into the traffic.

“This lady’s attitude is really cold. We were the ones who helped her.” Huang San obviously did not have a good impression of this woman who got into the car halfway. “Master, don’t you think so?”

The man looked away from the rear-view mirror.

“She’s very soft.” He gently rubbed his fingertips.

Not only was she very soft, but she was also very slippery.

Huang San was puzzled. What was Huo Zui talking about?

“Go and find out whose family that wedding car belongs to,” the man ordered.

Huang San nodded in agreement and asked, “Master, are we really going straight home now and not going to the hotel?”

“They booked the wedding. What does it have to do with me?” Huo Zui questioned coldly.

Huang San was a little worried about the pressure on his master’s side. He wanted to say something else. Huo Zui looked straight at him through the rear-view mirror. His voice was commanding. “We’re not going. We’re going home.”