The strategy failed, she came back holding the bottle

"Why are there only two of you, and Eighteen?"

The old British man stopped the music and his face looked very gloomy.

The originally happy wedding ended with three brides becoming two and the other one disappeared. The wrinkles on the old man's face were filled with anger.

The two brides had standard Western looks, tall, fair skin, and deep and beautiful facial features. Seeing that the old man was angry, they went over to comfort him with understanding.

In an inconspicuous position, Jiang Zhi nudged Man Yue's arm with his elbow and whispered, "Could this bride have run away from the marriage?"

Man Yue shook her head. She always felt that this old man was strange. He was so angry that she felt a little worried. It didn't seem like he had lost his wife, but rather his life and property.

Two Chinese people nearby were discussing in Chinese: "I heard that the eighteenth bride was Chinese, why is she missing at this time?"

"Is it possible that you regret it?"

"Regret? This old man from the Will family has plenty of money. Only the Jiang family can take a chance here. Look how angry he is. Maybe something happened."

"What could possibly happen? Maybe she puts love first and doesn't care about the old man's money!"

"Innocent."

........

"Here, I found Madam Eighteen."

A shout attracted everyone's attention. The old man looked in the direction of the waiter and felt relieved in an instant.

The housekeeper received the old man's instructions and immediately came over to deal with it: "Why is Madam Eighteen dressed like this? Hurry and take her to change clothes and come here quickly."

Man Yue was confused, and Jiang Zhi was even more confused.

All eyes in the venue turned to the waiter standing behind Man Yue, and he was talking about none other than Man Yue, the big complainer.

Man Yue was shocked: When did she become this old man's eighteenth concubine? And these people even dragged her to change clothes and made her marry the old man without knowing the reason.

After realizing what was going on, Jiang Zhi immediately stood up, pulled Man Yue behind him to protect her, and looked at them warily: "You are mistaken, we are here to attend the wedding, she is not the bride."

"Sir," the butler stepped forward to negotiate, his smile harmonious and amiable, his tone distant from the classroom: "Those who come to the banquet are guests, but please release Madam Eighteen."

Jiang Zhi glanced at the old man and said, "What kind of marriage is this if you don't even know your own wife?"

The butler did not respond to his words: "If this gentleman does not cooperate, we will have to take tough measures."

Jiang Zhi was anxious: "We are together, do you have any evidence to prove it?"

People in the room were whispering to each other, and Man Yue was even more confused.

Jiang Zhi truly regretted joining in on the fun. He didn't get to see the wedding, and now he was dragging his niece into it. These people were truly blind! They could even make a mistake with the bride.

The housekeeper didn't respond, but looked at Man Yue behind him: "Madam Eighteen, are you sure you want to elope with this man?"

Man Yue said calmly: "I am not the Eighteen you are looking for."

The butler waved his hand, and bodyguards immediately surrounded him.

Man Yue touched the pistol in his pocket.

Jiang Zhi stretched out his arm to block Man Yue.

But those people all had guns, they were not the three people from the Jiang family, so Man Yue did not dare to act rashly.

The butler gave a wink, and then a gun was put to Jiang Zhi's forehead, and two women came over to pull Man Yue's arm.

The housekeeper said, "There's still time. Hurry up and take her to change her clothes! Remember to put on some beautiful makeup."

Jiang Zhi was controlled, Man Yue was being pulled away, and everyone around her was watching the show, and no one cared about her.

Ten minutes later, Man Yue was taken to a dressing room. She planned to pretend to cooperate and look for another opportunity, so she let these people put makeup on her face.

There were other people in the room watching her, afraid she would run away.

"Why are you running away from marriage?"

A woman suddenly asked her.

Without waiting for Man Yue to answer, she continued, "Sir, he is very rich. You will get everything if you follow him. Why do you want to run away with a poor man?"

Man Yue: "He is not poor."

The women looked at each other, their eyes lighting up. "Your English is so unique and cute. How did you say it?"

Man Yue: “???” First of all, we need an English teacher from Northeast China.

The girls were all easy to talk to, except for the two at the door who looked at her with contempt.

After putting makeup on her and changing her clothes, I took her to the scene ahead.

There was a gun against Jiang Zhi's head, probably because they wanted to use him as a weapon to threaten Man Yue.

Man Yue was brought to the old man. The old man looked at his three brides with satisfaction. They were finally together.

Just as they were about to announce the continuation of the wedding, another large group of people rushed in.

Jiang Feng, dressed in a suit and tie, led his men to surround the place.

"Let her go."

"Mr. Jiang, what are you doing?"

Jiang Feng: "Pick me up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man was suddenly held down.

Looking away, the two brides hid behind the old man in fear.

The old man had also experienced many ups and downs. He was leaning on a cane and was an old acquaintance of the old man of the Jiang family. He also knew a little about the young man Jiang Feng, and he respected and feared him.

The place fell into silence for a moment, and the old man smiled:

"Child of the Jiang family, I thought you were here to attend the wedding."

Jiang Feng stood calmly, looking at the silver pistol in his hand. He lowered his eyes and played with it, covering up the turbulent depression in his eyes, and said softly:

"My little girl loves to join in the fun, she's just here to pick someone up."

He looked at Jiang Zhi and Man Yue: "Come over here."

The gun that was pointed at Jiang Zhi was put down, and the two men silently ran behind Jiang Feng.

The housekeeper stepped forward and said, "Mr. Jiang, this is our young lady. She is going to have a wedding with you today. It is wrong for you to do this."

boom!

Someone around Jiang Feng fired a shot, hitting the butler's thigh, causing him to fall to his knees and wail in pain.

"Jiang Feng." The old man was angry: "Are you doing this to make me your enemy?"

"No way." Jiang Feng smiled: "It was just an accidental discharge of the gun by one of my men. I will definitely teach him a lesson when I get back. But Mr. Will had better give me a reasonable explanation for what happened today, otherwise..."

Jiang Feng looked at him threateningly with murderous intent.

Old man: "Do I have to explain to you that I'm getting married? She's my bride."

"She is not." Jiang Feng immediately retorted.

Man Yue was still wearing the white gauze dress, and the more Jiang Feng looked at her, the more he felt annoyed.

The old man blew his beard and glared, saying, "You can't take her away. Today is very important to me."

Jiang Feng's eyes darkened, he looked up at the cross on the stage, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his arm and fired a shot.

With a clang, accompanied by the fall of a heavy object, a cross as tall as a person fell from mid-air to the ground, causing panic in the venue.

"Crazy, crazy!"

"How could you do this? I'll die."

The old man collapsed and roared in panic, with anger in his cloudy eyes.

Jiang Feng raised his lips and said, "There's no need to continue with the wedding now."