511: If I’m Unhappy, None of You Can Be Happy

If I’m Unhappy, None of You Can Be Happy

"What the hell is Feng Ji Chuan up to?" Nian Junting's eyes popped in rage, as if he were going to fight someone. "I forgive him for last night. But today, didn't he know that Luosang would go wedding dress shopping with you?"2

Nian Xi pouted and said, "He said… He wants Shuangwei to be the maid of honor, so he brought her there to try on the maid of honor's gown."

Nian Junting immediately understood what had happened. "So that's why you're fighting with him?"

Nian Xi stayed silent. In fact, she felt that Ji Chuan valued his friendship with Shuangwei more than he did his relationship with her, and she wasn't happy about that.

"That was a thoughtless decision to make. If mom knew about this, she'd feel like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat. You're not getting married to him. I won't allow it," Nian Junting said through clenched teeth.

Nian Xi didn't know what to say. Earlier, she had said so many words to explain herself, but her brother still forbade her from canceling the wedding. And now, because Ji Chuan had made Shuangwei and Luosang see each other, her brother immediately forbade her from marrying Ji Chuan. Her brother was really… bossy.

"Brother, isn't Ji Chuan like a brother to you?" she asked.

"Would brothers bring trouble to each other like this?" said Nian Junting in a deep voice. "But, that's still not right. Luosang met with Shuangwei, but I don't think she'd run away just because of that. Did anything else happen?"

"I don't know," Nian Xi blinked. "When I came out of the fitting room, Sangsang was standing there alone, and Shuangwei was in the fitting room."

"How long had you been in there?"

"Um… About ten minutes. The dress was very complicated, so I spent quite a while putting it on," said Nian Xi.

Nian Junting frowned. "So maybe Shuangwei said something to her outside the fitting room."

"What could she possibly say?" Nian Xi was puzzled. "Shuangwei… She's not that kind of person who likes to sow discord among others, is she?" Nian Xi didn't want to suspect Leng Shuangwei. After all, they had grown up together.

"What do you know? Love can turn people blind. For someone as excellent as your brother, many women will lose themselves to try to get me by fair means or foul. For example, Luosang had plastic surgery for me. Do you know how painful plastic surgery can be?" Nian Junting dragged his collar agitatedly.

The corners of Nian Xi's mouth twitched slightly.

"If I'm unhappy, none of you can be happy." Nian Junting turned to walk out. Near the door, he turned back and said, "The wedding is canceled. If Ji Chuan makes you agree to marry again with some simple sweet words, I'll break your legs."

Nian Xi's legs shivered. "Last time, you said that I'm too old to be single…"

"Twenty-five years old isn't old at all. Are you kidding? You're like a flower. You're my, Nian Junting's, little sister. You can get married at 35, and that still won't be too late." After saying that, Nian Junting slammed the door and left.

In the car, he called Luosang, but she wouldn't answer. He angrily threw his phone to the ground. After spending a moment being depressed, he drove to Luosang's apartment. Downstairs, he found that the lights in the apartment weren't on. His heart sank. Hurriedly, he went up to knock on the door, but no one answered.

With no other choice, he called Yan Su. "Are you home?" he asked.

"No. I'm in another city, doing a music video." Yan Su didn't know why he had called. "Mr. Nian, are you and Sangsang having a fight again?"

Again? Nian Junting was very displeased.

"She ran away from home. Did she talk to you?"

"No," said Yan Su. "Didn't she go back to the apartment?"

"No."

"Then I guess she wants to get away from you for a while," Yan Su responded. "If she went back to the apartment, you'd be able to find her very quickly. You're so clingy. Staying in the apartment is no different from staying in the villa to her."

Clingy? Yan Su actually said that he was clingy. He ended the call without thinking.

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