Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire
Chapter 206: Don’t Mess Up His Wedding

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Don’t Mess Up His Wedding

Looking at Tang Yuchen, she asked the questions deep in her heart, also her last hope.

The man’s emotionless eyes gazed at her for a while, and he said indifferently, "I do feel slightly different about you. As for sincerity, what is that anyway?"

He had never been sincere; to him, women only fell into two categories: those he was interested in, and those he wasn’t.

But there would never be a woman who was an exception, someone he loved.

Yun Feixue stood there stunned, feeling a chill over her entire body; An Ruo also felt a terrifying sensation.

This man was heartless, too terrifying.

"Ha ha... ha ha..." Yun Feixue suddenly burst into laughter, laughing at her own foolishness, laughing at his ruthlessness, "So, from the beginning to the end, you were just playing with me."

She thought she had captured this man’s heart, but in the end, it was he who had captured hers; she was the prey, and he was the hunter!

The more Yun Feixue thought about it, the sadder she became, yet her laughter grew louder and louder.

Her laughter was eerie, sending chills down one’s spine.

Suddenly, she stopped laughing and looked coldly at Tang Yuchen, "Do you know? You’ve ruined me! Everyone in J City knows I was supposed to marry you today, but you refused to marry me. Tang Yuchen, you’ve made me the laughingstock of the entire J City, how can I lift my head up and face people again! Why didn’t you punish me in some other way, why did you choose the most cruel way to punish me!"

The man smiled faintly, not bothering to respond. He wouldn’t tell her that to deal with her, he had to use this method.

She was different from An Ruo; An Ruo wouldn’t care about losing face, but Yun Feixue valued her reputation above all else.

That’s why he punished her in this way.

Not wanting to continue the useless conversation, since she was a woman he intended to discard anyway, he wouldn’t extend any sympathy to her.

The man picked up his phone, dialed his bodyguard’s number: "Come in and escort Lady Yun out."

Seeing his decisiveness, Yun Feixue felt extremely panicked. Her eyes fell on the eyebrow razor on the vanity, and in a heated moment, she grabbed it and held it to her own neck.

"If you don’t marry me today, I’ll die right in front of you!"

A flicker of shock passed through An Ruo’s eyes.

After being treated this way by Tang Yuchen, why would she still desperately demand to marry him?

An Ruo couldn’t understand Yun Feixue’s thinking and found her behavior utterly incomprehensible.

The man smirked coldly: "If you want to die, no one will stop you."

In Yun Feixue’s eyes, something shattered. She closed her eyes, steeled her heart, and was about to slice through her neck, when suddenly an apple flew and hit her wrist.

Her hand, in pain, let go and the eyebrow razor dropped instantaneously.

Tang Yuchen quickly closed the distance in three long strides. His powerful hand seized her neck, his eyes dark and menacing: "Want to die? Die far away from me!"

Don’t dirty his wedding!

Yun Feixue stared at him in horror, as if she didn’t recognize this cold and dreadful man.

At that moment, the bodyguard swiftly pushed the door open; Tang Yuchen released her, and they quickly took hold of Yun Feixue, swiftly escorting her out.

Yun Feixue’s gaze was vacant, like a soulless puppet, completely at the mercy of others.

The door was closed, and now only the two of them remained.

Tang Yuchen looked at An Ruo, and she looked back at him. His eyes were pitch-black and cold, his facial features stern and deep, and beneath the elegant white suit was a soul wild and dangerous.