Chapter 640: 567 Wedding Turmoil (2): Do You Want to Marry Me?_3
For a moment, she truly felt that being unable to speak was a very painful thing, her pleading gaze falling on the sign language interpreter beside her.
But before the interpreter had a chance to speak, Lu Xiaoer spoke up indifferently,
"Princess Chinian, don’t be anxious. Being unable to speak is no big deal; there are many, many people in this world who can understand sign language."
"..."
Chinian was taken aback, and she looked toward Lu Xiaoer...
Their gazes met in the air, sparking fierce fireworks!
"Princess Chinian has always been very confident, so please don’t show a pitiful demeanor at a time like this. I’ve seen many, many deaf-mutes; there are also very many in this world."
—Good, since you understand sign language, things will be easier. Today is my wedding with Zhongli Wuzhi, and do you come now to disrupt this wedding?
"If Zhongli Wuzhi truly loves you, could a mere me really disrupt it?"
—Then what on earth are you here for!
"I’m simply here to ask Zhongli Wuzhi one question."
—The question you asked just now, let me answer for you. It’s not because Zhongli Wuzhi forgot the vows between you; it’s because he followed his own—"
"The question I want to ask him is not that one."
"..."
Lu Xiaoer’s gaze swept back to Zhongli Wuzhi, her beautiful eyes unexpectedly shimmering with tears. She swallowed, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she knelt on one knee...
Her hand slowly raised as if holding something, yet between her pinched-together index finger and thumb, there was nothing.
"Would you marry me, Zhongli Wuzhi?"
"...Heavens!"
Lu Xiaoer’s action made the already tumultuous banquet hall even more noisy.
Many guests sitting at the back had already stood up.
Lu Xiaoer, with her head raised, kept her gaze on Zhongli Wuzhi.
Zhongli Wuzhi looked at her hand... where there was nothing, yet she was clearly proposing to him...
"..."
The wound in his heart slashed open by another was now healing.
But the healing was painful, very painful...
Zhongli Wuzhi looked at Lu Xiaoer, steadily watching that empty hand, her index finger and thumb tightly pinched as if she truly was holding a ring...
He knew.
He knew that Lu Xiaoer also knew...
Upon that empty hand, there should have been a ring!
But that engagement ring had already been returned by her, right there in that jewelry store, on the very day he took Chinian to choose their wedding rings.
"Zhongli Wuzhi, are you not speaking because you think I lack sincerity? Or is it because you find my dowry not as generous as Princess Chinian’s?"
Lu Xiaoer smiled faintly as she looked at him, tears streaming down her cheeks...
Zhongli Wuzhi felt a pain so deep he couldn’t speak.
This woman, every action she took had to be so earth-shattering, always making him feel heartache to the core.
From those narrow, fox-like eyes, all the tears that fell were for her.
"Well then, I’ll ask you again, would you marry me, Zhongli Wuzhi?"
Zhongli Wuzhi stepped forward slightly, but Chinian stopped him as soon as he moved. She widened her eyes at Zhongli Wuzhi, her exquisite and pretty eyes brimming with tears.
She made an unpleasant sound,
"Wuwuwu..."
While making gestures, the interpreter translated in a timely manner,
"You can’t do this to me."
Zhongli Wuzhi looked at Chinian, who tilted her head up to look at him, tears streaming down unceasingly, appearing pitiful, wounded, and innocent.
If it were only their first meeting, if so much hadn’t happened between them, maybe Zhongli Wuzhi would have been deceived by her pitifulness, but... the journey thus far had been too painful for him.
He once thought she was the world’s most innocent girl, removed from worldly desires, thought she was cute, quiet, delicate, and kind-hearted.
Yet behind the Bodhisattva’s face, there lay a heart of a viper.
"You know who I love."
"The person you love... is me."
Chinian pointed at herself, her round, large eyes filled with slow pleading and begging.
"Chinian, the person I have loved from the beginning to the end has always been Lu Xiaoer. Not for a single moment has it changed."
"Then why do you want to marry me?"
Chinian bit her lip.
"Then why do you insist on marrying me?"
The interpreter’s voice remained as calm as possible, but Chinian’s emotions were on the verge of collapse. She clutched tightly onto Zhongli Wuzhi’s clothes, her gestures and expressions clearly indicating her inability to stay calm.
Zhongli Wuzhi firmly looked at her, took a deep breath, and coldly took a small step forward, leaning into Chinian’s ear,
"Because after we’re married, you’ll be my wife."