Chapter 119: Jiang Huai's Wedding

That evening, Yang Fan made it quite clear that he wanted to sleep with Lin Xi. He wanted Lin Ruo to get some proper rest.

Lin Ruo said nothing more and went to bed herself. Yang Fan took Lin Xi back to the bedroom and lay down with her in his arms.

Lin Xi played on her phone beneath the covers, while Yang Fan watched her screen.

“Do you have another private group? Open it and let me take a look.”

Lin Xi obediently opened it. Yang Fan reached around in front of her, typed a message, and sent a greeting.

“Big Sister Lin Xi!”

“Big Sister Lin Xi never chats. Why has she appeared today?”

“That’s not Big Sister Lin Xi, is it? She never types—she only uses punctuation marks!”

…

Yang Fan secretly rejoiced and asked, “How do you think I should tease them?”

“I hardly ever speak in there. They’ll definitely guess it’s you.”

“It’s fine. You go to sleep first. I’ll chat with them for a while,” Yang Fan said.

Lin Xi nodded and closed her eyes.

The group began buzzing again.

“I don’t think that’s Big Sister Lin Xi,” Wang Yun said.

“I don’t think so either!”

…

Yang Fan rolled his eyes thoughtfully, then confidently claimed that he was Lin Xi. After all, there was no way they could know.

“Big Sister Lin Xi, I’ve mentioned this in the group before. Which man has been calling me lately and asking me to go out with him at night?”

Yang Fan froze.

“That’s right, Big Sister Lin Xi. I want to ask you too—who did I give my first kiss to? My husband knows nothing about any of this.”

Yang Fan collapsed. He immediately switched to a voice message.

“How many green hats have you all put on me?”

A string of voice messages instantly filled the group.

“Husband, I knew it was you. If I hadn’t said that, would you ever have admitted it yourself?” Xia Yufei said.

“Caught you, didn’t we? Nice try, thinking you could fool us!”

…

Yang Fan was dumbfounded. His wives were each more clever than the last. It seemed he would never escape their clutches.

He put away his phone in misery, wrapped his arms around Lin Xi, and fell asleep. As for where his hands ended up in the middle of the night, even he had no idea.

The next morning, Yang Fan awoke early—very early indeed. He woke at five, with a beautiful woman in his arms, and was naturally thrilled.

“If you really can’t hold back, then don’t. I told you long ago that I’m yours.”

“I can hold back. Go back to sleep for a while. I had no idea you woke up so early too,” Yang Fan said.

“It’s a habit. When someone beside us wakes up, we wake up as well,” Lin Xi explained.

“Right, I forgot. You have to remain constantly aware of everything happening around you.”

“Don’t hold back. Go ahead. You’re suffering like this,” Lin Xi said.

Yang Fan did not move. Instead, he hugged her even tighter. He meant what he said—now was not the time.

“Didn’t I already tell you?”

“Then I’ll use another method.”

Lin Xi slipped downward.

Yang Fan immediately pulled her back up into his arms. What a foolish girl.

“I’m actually very curious. How did you and your sister train yourselves in seduction and resistance to seduction?” Yang Fan asked.

“It’s complicated, and you have to begin practicing from childhood.”

“Then you really never act on impulse?” Yang Fan asked.

“Not exactly. Master said that when the heart begins to fall, that is the beginning of the body falling as well. So our resistance only works against people we do not love.

“Besides, no one has ever tried to seduce us. Since we entered the world, we have never encountered an opponent.”

“All right.” Yang Fan shook his head.

“It’s snowing outside!”

“No way.”

Yang Fan hurried out of bed to look. The world outside was blanketed in white. It really was snowing.

The people who had left last night were probably all stranded on the roads. Setting out through the night—serves you right.

Still, it was fortunate that they had left the night before. Otherwise, they truly would not be able to leave today.

A snowy day was perfect for staying in bed. Unfortunately, they had to go to the Jiang residence today. The question was how they were supposed to get there with the snow still coming down outside.

Yang Fan returned to bed, picked up his phone, and opened the company group chat.

Apart from Liu Haoyu and Qian Xue’er, who had already reached the resort, everyone else was still somewhere along the way. According to the weather reports, the snow had not begun until one in the morning. They should have been home by now.

But they had wanted romance. They had insisted on traveling during the day and staying in hotels at night. Now they had brought this disaster upon themselves.

Yang Fan laughed gleefully.

“Wonderful. You can’t make it home.”

“The cars can’t get out today either. No one around here has cleared the roads, and the ground temperature is low. Everything must already be frozen.”

“It’s fine. We’ll hold hands and walk for a while. Once we get farther ahead, Jiang Huai can send a car to pick us up,” Yang Fan said with a smile.

At eight in the morning, Yang Fan led Lin Ruo and Lin Xi out of the house. In his words, the roads were slippery in the snow, so they should travel together.

He had even taken it upon himself to hold Lin Ruo’s hand. The two sisters were wearing down jackets, and everything they had on—from head to toe, inside and out—was black. That was their usual style. They simply did not own clothes in any other color.

The snowfall outside was still heavy, and the three of them squeezed along together.

“My hand is cold.”

“Then why did you insist on holding hands? Put them in your own pockets.” Lin Ruo pulled her hand free from Yang Fan’s.

“My pockets aren’t warm. I want to put my hands in yours.”

Yang Fan reached inside—not into the pocket on his side, but, with astonishing ingenuity, around both Lin Ruo and Lin Xi, slipping his hands into the pockets on the other side.

“You…”

“Don’t move. If you do, all three of us will fall together,” Yang Fan warned.

The three of them really could not walk side by side on the snow. After only two steps, Yang Fan’s foot slipped, and disaster followed.

It took them more than half an hour to cover a thousand meters. Once they passed that stretch, they found street cleaners—men and women alike—clearing the snow from the roads.

They cleared it as it fell, yet there were very few cars on the streets. In fact, there were practically none.

Who would want to go out in weather like this?

The only vehicle in sight was the one Jiang Huai had sent. The three of them climbed in.

“I told you to walk alone, but you insisted on bringing all three of us. Now look—you fell,” Lin Ruo scolded.

“That’s called romance. Don’t you think falling together is romantic?”

…

“Where will the wedding be held?” Yang Fan asked.

“At Jiang Town,” the driver replied.

He was the very man who, under Jiang Tao’s orders, had pursued Jiang Huai that day. Lin Ruo had killed two of his companions.

The others had been poisoned by Lin Ruo. Whenever she was present, they were seized by uncontrollable fear.

“I’ve never been to Jiang Town,” Yang Fan said.

Jiang Town was not actually a town. It was an industry owned by the Jiang family, offering everything from food and drink to entertainment, rather like a resort.

Naturally, it was far better than an ordinary resort. The Jiang family possessed vast wealth and influence. Although Jiang Huai and Jiang Tao were currently fighting over the position of heir, Jiang Huai was still the Jiang family patriarch’s own grandson. When the patriarch’s grandson was getting married, he was hardly going to hold anything back.

Snow covered the entire journey. Fortunately, the vehicle was powerful enough to handle it. Choosing such weather for a wedding had certainly not been wise.

“Young Master Han, Young Master Song!”

Yang Fan spotted the two men at the entrance, took one by the hand, and walked over with them.