Can We Say No to Divorce?
Chapter 135 - 92: She listens to Gu Qingchen, His Personality is Charismatic_3

Chapter 135: Chapter 92: She listens to Gu Qingchen, His Personality is Charismatic_3

Duan Feixun was becoming annoyed. He scolded in a low voice, "Zheng Tong, this is the prenuptial agreement we signed in advance. Do you really want to bring it up at the wedding today?"

Zheng Tong ignored his anger and replied indifferently, "All I hope is that if you get the chance to handle our divorce, you’ll cut through the mess swiftly without the need to show off your silver tongue in court."

Duan Feixun was not someone to be trifled with, and the embarrassment Zheng Tong caused him at the wedding—an outright challenge—was something no man could tolerate. "Don’t feel like getting married today, is that it?"

The color drained from Zheng Tong’s face in an instant. She was only fighting for her own interests. If a woman gets married at thirty-three just for the romance, to share a bed and a grave out of love, then she’s a complete fool!

She was clear-headed; she naturally had to do this!

But she forgot that even men have their limits.

Many women wanted to marry Duan Feixun. Although everyone knew that getting assets from him in case of divorce was out of the question,

still, so many women were sweet on that idea.

Does Duan Feixun really have to marry a Zheng Tong?

Zheng Tong had a keen desire to secure her benefits, but Duan Feixun was also a man she had sought after for a long time, a suitable candidate for marriage.

Naturally, she could not back out of the marriage now, especially if Duan Feixun were to propose it. Wouldn’t that be utterly humiliating?

Bei Ran had been standing by the side all along. Seeing Duan Feixun getting tough and Zheng Tong’s complexion turning gloomy with sorrow, she immediately tried to smooth things over, "Lawyer Duan, you know, as a man, treating a woman more tenderly makes her more compliant! Men should coax women; they’ll be sweet on you if you do. You’re a top lawyer; you should understand this better than anyone!"

Duan Feixun maintained a cold expression without speaking.

Bei Ran whispered to Zheng Tong, "Prescribing the right medicine is what a doctor does after diagnosis, and marriage is the same. I believe, Doctor Zheng, as an authority in the dental field—the Great Doctor—you would do the same in your marriage."

Zheng Tong nodded in agreement with Bei Ran’s words, but what should she do now?

Bei Ran gently patted her hand as a signal not to rush.

Bei Ran looked at Duan Feixun intently, "Do you know why I’m so obedient in front of Qingchen? It’s because of his personal charm, not because he resorts to tricks."

Duan Feixun nodded. He picked up the prenuptial agreement from Zheng Tong’s hand and swiftly signed it in front of all the guests.

Moreover, he showed it to everyone, smiling, "Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, I’m a somewhat famous divorce lawyer in City A, but today I’m getting married. I’ve met a goddess in my life, and well! Obeying my wife is the nature of a good husband. Whatever my wife asks me to do, I will do!"

With these words, he poked fun at himself, but also displayed a man’s grace.

Bei Ran’s intervention lightened the previously awkward atmosphere instantly, and Duan Feixun, always eloquent, managed to showcase the image of a loving husband, lifting everyone’s spirits.

Zheng Tong saw that Bei Ran had defused the tense atmosphere and even made Duan Feixun accommodate her. Although she did not know whether Duan Feixun really was such a husband, him saying so in front of all the guests still gave her a lot of face!

Especially since the famous dental surgeon was very conscious of face!

Zheng Tong looked at Bei Ran gratefully, who smiled back slightly and then motioned her to reconcile with Duan Feixun.

Zheng Tong took the initiative to place her hand in Duan Feixun’s large palm. For a well-off older single woman like her, getting married was nerve-racking.

But this was a wedding venue, where she had no room for any other thoughts.

"I do!" Zheng Tong announced the three words clearly in front of everyone.

Below the stage, thunderous applause erupted.

Fang Zimo, sitting beside Gu Qingchen, couldn’t help but say, "Old Gu, I’m so moved, I want to get married too!"

"You think you’re not old enough to get married?" Gu Qingchen glanced at him lazily.

"I’ll have Miss Bei host my wedding too, but I want you as my best man, so Miss Bei has to be the bridesmaid..." Fang Zimo babbled on, "This seems like a conflict..."

On the stage, Bei Ran watched as the two exchanged rings.

Sometimes she wondered, what is marriage? A commitment to grow old together? To promise a lifetime in front of God?

But how many can really achieve that?

In the sweet moments, it’s all love and tenderness.

But when the real breakup comes, even if it hurts, it’s hidden deep inside!

What people hide best nowadays are their true emotions.

Everyone lives behind masks. But what does the true face beneath the mask look like?

Bei Ran gathered her emotions and steadied her spirit, "Now, please, our groom, kiss our bride! Where’s the applause? Where is it? How loud can our applause be?"

Duan Feixun, holding Zheng Tong’s waist with one hand, gently kissed her lips like a dragonfly touching water.

That wouldn’t do, so some guests among the crowd started to tease, "We’re so enthusiastic, so where’s the enthusiasm from the bride and groom? Where is it?"

Everyone laughed out loud as it was clear that such a light kiss wasn’t enough to satisfy the passionate audience below the stage!

Zheng Tong started to feel shy, while at that moment Duan Feixun yelled to the crowd below, "Of course, our passion is reserved for the night. What I most want is for my wife to command us to return home for the bridal chamber!"

"Old Duan, you can’t leave... come down for drinks, today won’t be easy on you..." His buddies from below roared.

Duan Feixun handed Zheng Tong over to Bei Ran, "Miss Bei, please take my wife to rest for a bit; I’m going to deal with these trouble-making monkeys."

So, as Bei Ran accompanied Zheng Tong to the rest room, they passed by Tao Yu’en.

This old woman, through her poison-tongued gaze, was watching Bei Ran from behind her gold-rimmed glasses.

Bei Ran’s heart skipped a beat. Six years ago, if it wasn’t for her scheme and set-up, how could she have gotten entangled with a stranger overnight...