Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

Chu Linchen had no choice but to look away, and glanced at the bride Wang Yilin in front of him.

Thinking that this wedding was not what he wanted, he didn't look too much, turned around, and stepped onto the red carpet first.

With the support of others, the bride stepped on the red carpet with him.

Everything is going according to the process.

When it came time to drink the wine, the bride, who had been silent all this time, took the initiative to take the wine glass, poured a glass for the groom first, and handed it over.

Chu Linchen took the wine, with some doubts in his deep eyes.

"Drink the cup of wine! The cup of wine!" The booing voice of the crowd resounded in the hall.

Xin Bao'e looked around, and chatted with Xin Yu in a low voice, "Second Brother, this should be called Heqin Bar? Isn't it in the new house?"

Xin Yu lowered his voice and said, "Current Chinese weddings, of course, can't be done completely according to the previous procedures. The Chu family has other rules. After the wedding, they have to go to the ancestral mausoleum to comfort their ancestors."

While the two were talking, the wedding ceremony continued.

"Should the bride take off her hijab, how inconvenient to drink? Let us see if the bride is beautiful today!" Xi Lei booed.

Someone next to him scoffed at him: "It's a good idea, the bride must keep it in the new house, and show it to the groom!"

Amidst all kinds of lively noise, Chu Linchen became more and more anxious.

He picked up the wine glass, just wanting to drink this glass of wine quickly and end the wedding.

However, when the bride also toasted, her arms were intertwined with him, and the distance between them was close again... His mind was shocked.

The familiar breath almost rushed over.

"You..." Chu Linchen blurted out subconsciously, but stopped abruptly.

This idea is too outrageous, impossible.

"The bride and groom have a cup of wine—"

In the host's loud voice, Chu Linshen turned his expression back, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Just after drinking, a voice as light as a feather came from my ear:

"Chu Linchen, this is your fate."

The familiar voice, with a sneer of triumph, was chilling to the bone.

Chu Linchen was almost shocked, looking at the bride in red dress and hijab in disbelief.

"It's really you..."

The strong surprise of regaining what was lost left him no time to think about the deep meaning in her words.

He almost subconsciously wanted to take off her hijab to confirm her identity.

However, before he could move, a sharp pain rose from his stomach.

Chu Linchen's expression changed instantly, and only then did he recall what she had just said.

What will happen to him?

He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt like it was on fire, and it was scorching and painful.

Everyone found that something was wrong with Chu Linchen, and after a brief moment of doubt, they immediately became nervous.

"What's wrong, Young Master Chu?"

"What's going on, it seems something is wrong..."

Chu Linchen lost his strength almost instantly, clutching his abdomen, his face covered with cold sweat.

"Ash!"

"son!"

"Brother Shen—"

Mrs. Chu, Chu Xu and his wife, Xi Lei and others stepped forward immediately, all trying to support him.

The bride in a red dress stood aside, indifferent, and seemed to be frightened.

"Quick, call the doctor!" Song Jinrong tremblingly supported Chu Linchen's arm, her face full of panic.

There was a commotion in the hall.

At this time, a figure stumbled in and ran in.

After seeing clearly the chaotic scene in the hall, his eyes were fixed on the bride.