The Obedient Kongqing and the Charming Mojun

At the most lavish wedding in Beicheng, the groom dropped to one knee to propose. The host asked, “Bride, are you willing to marry the groom?”

Xia Qingran snatched the microphone. “I'm short on love, not a father. I'm not marrying an old man!”

The groom's face flushed with rage. “Xia Qingran, I'm Lu Mingchen, handsome and the heir to the Lu family. How am I not good enough for a girl from a small household like yours? You're pretty, sure, but would you have gotten close to the Lu family of the capital without your looks?”

Xia Qingran: “I don't like old men!”

A line of helicopters circled above the wedding hotel as Qin Kongmohan and his men descended from the sky.

He was crashing the wedding! No one was stopping him from stealing this bride today!

Xia Qingran could only be his woman.

He said, “Qingran, I'll be the blade in your hand. Use me as you wish.”

Her hand had grown too weak to write or paint.

Even writing her homework for a while made it ache faintly.

They first met on a cruise ship, and the second time was at the Lu residence in the capital.

Qin Kongmohan said, “I'll be your arrow, burn through the underworld for you, pierce the sky, and take wing...”

Xia Qingran had been trapped in the cage of the Xia family for far too long. He was always saying, “Qingran, why is your gaze always so cold? When will you look at me with a little warmth?”

“Qingran, you're so young, only twenty, and already thinking of getting married? Then marry me. I'll marry you!”

“Xia Qingran, don't just sleep with me and run off. Do you have no heart? This time, let's start by dating...”