The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 1276 - 1275: No One Can Break Up the Couple I Ship

Chapter 1276: Chapter 1275: No One Can Break Up the Couple I Ship

Han Jin chuckled as he explained, his words filled with admiration for Lu Mian.

If it weren’t for Lu Mian being so low-key, not wanting these things publicized, he’d really like to announce it to the world.

"Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, are you two okay?"

"Ah... We’re fine, we’re fine."

After a moment of bewilderment, Lu Xun and Yun Zhishu waved their hands, saying they were used to it, that girl just loves surprising her parents.

Mr. Mo: The little scamp also loves giving surprises to their partner, thank you very much.

The couple spoke with helplessness, but their expressions were full of pride, they couldn’t be prouder.

"Everything now is just perfect!" The old Su hid a few tears in his eyes, remarking, "Luckily Mianmian has already escaped from that terrible family environment, otherwise..."

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be all this happiness now.

With the mindset of Lu Zhizhai and Fu Man, no matter how well Mianmian did, they would never approve.

The worldview ingrained in that family dictates that it was never going to be a healthy family.

Old Su didn’t bring up the past deliberately, it was completely the emotions elicited by the current scenario.

Lu Xun and Yun Zhishu both lowered their eyelids, smiling quietly without much emotion.

"I remember their kindness in raising me, just as I remember the pain of being abandoned." Yun Zhishu’s voice was calm as she raised a glass of wine, "Let’s not talk about it anymore."

Old Su and Han Jin also raised their glasses in unison, everything left unsaid.

Shu Shu and Qiao Yaning passed by their table.

Shu Shu had only a partial understanding of Lu Mian’s past, she didn’t know completely.

She asked Qiao Yaning, "Yaning, what was Mianmian’s family like before?"

"I don’t know either." Qiao Yaning shook her head, recalling when she first met Lu Mian during physics training, "She probably had a tough time."

"How so?"

"The first Lu Mian I met was cold to everyone, her heart was hard, and her eyes had no light."

Qiao Yaning paused, meeting Shu Shu’s concerned gaze, and continued slowly, "The current Lu Mian still seems unapproachable, but she leads everyone around her toward better things, her light and warmth are all hidden in her heart."

Shu Shu strongly agreed with Qiao Yaning’s last statement.

Lu Mian’s light and warmth are all hidden in her heart.

"Boo hoo hoo, this kind of Mianmian, I so want to marry her..." Shu Shu walked to the entrance of the banquet hall, stroking the wedding photo on the display stand, her eyes glued to it like a star-struck fangirl.

Qiao Yaning teased her, "Don’t dream about it, if Mr. Mo finds out, he won’t let you off. If it really doesn’t work, you could consider Lu Mian’s brother, Mr. Yun."

"That straight guy?" Shu Shu hugged herself in disgust, her mind buzzing with the sound of Yun Sang calling her "Little Pea."

"Looks, okay. Love, no way." Shu Shu clenched her fist, resolutely saying, "I’m all about the Yun Ting CP."

Qiao Yaning looked down at her "tear apart my marriage if you want, but don’t touch my CP" attitude, smiled and said no more.

As the two girls were chatting, Mo Si came from one side of the corridor, seemingly just finished with a phone call, still holding his mobile.

Under his other arm was a laptop.

The call was from Mr. Mo, saying that on such a joyous day, more people should share in the happiness, and told him not to forget to contact over at F Continent.

"Miss Shu, do you have any footage of the wedding?" Mo Si treated Lu Mian’s friends with great respect.

They all knew Shu Shu loved filming, and since they happened to meet, Mo Si asked her.

Mr. Mo said to send Fu Man in F Continent one last message.

On this joyous day, they’d let them go, then go their separate ways, grudges cleared.

Mo Si agreed happily. He always liked sharing Mr. Mo and the madam’s stories with Fu Man, Lu Zhizhai, and Lu Xinnuan.

Today’s grand wedding, of course, should be shared with them.

He especially enjoyed seeing them respond with the same shock, pain, and regret every time, it made him believe in cherishing what one has.

Now that Mr. Mo and the madam chose to move on, he hoped the family of three would realize their mistakes and live well going forward.

Shu Shu took out her phone enthusiastically, "I did, I took a lot, I’ll send them to you."

"Okay." Mo Si immediately connected with her, "By the way, Miss Shu, I heard you helped edit a personal video for the madam, could you send that to me too?"

Since it was the last contact, it had to be explosive.

"Oh, that... It’s on a USB drive, it was a wedding gift, not with me."

Qiao Yaning added, "Shu Shu, everyone knows how impactful your gift for Lu Mian was."

Mo Si felt a bit regretful.

Shu Shu thought for a moment, then said, "I’m a bridesmaid today, afraid of losing it, so I temporarily gave the USB to Yun Sang for safekeeping, I suppose he hasn’t given it to Mianmian yet. I’ll go find him to copy it, Mr. Mo, give me the laptop."

"Thank you, Miss Shu then."

Mo Si handed the laptop to Shu Shu. She glanced around the banquet hall but didn’t find Yun Sang.

"He was just here, where did he go?"

Taking advantage of a drinking break, Sikong Jian replied to her, "Mr. Yun and the President went to the basement."

"Alright, thank you." Shu Shu, carrying the laptop, pulled Qiao Yaning and headed to the castle’s basement.

There were guards at the basement entrance who stopped Shu Shu and Qiao Yaning, asking about their purpose in coming here.

Shu Shu understood, "I’m a friend of Lu Mian’s, could you help me find Yun Sang? I have something to discuss with him."

Naturally, the guards didn’t want to offend a friend of Lu Mian, hesitating for a moment before stepping aside.

"Please follow me."

The guard led the two of them deeper into the basement.

Shu Shu peered around curiously as she walked inside, uncertain, "So secretive, what are these two up to..."

The innermost part of the basement, in a dark room.

This place had been set up as a temporary interrogation point.

President Feng Ting sat on a couch, long legs crossed, reclining casually.

The dim light in the room hid his features, making it hard to see his face or expression.

Opposite him sat the downcast mercenary Arthur.

Arthur, hands cuffed together, was trapped and unable to move. Slumping his head, he felt all hope vanish from his life.

"Who sent you? What is your purpose?"

Yun Sang leaned against the table, right arm resting on the surface, exposing a pale wrist.

He had a toothpick in his mouth, and his words were cold and ruthless.

The fluorescent light flickered, casting light on his face; his sinister and somber appearance was more threatening than the mercenaries.

Arthur, head bowed, spoke clumsily in Z Country language, stiffly saying, "You can’t interrogate me privately, I want to apply for legal aid!"

"Oh, still so stubborn!"

Yun Sang’s temper flared, he lifted his long leg and mercilessly kicked Arthur in the stomach.

If you dare ruin his sister’s wedding, don’t blame him for being heartless.

The kick landed solidly.

Arthur grunted, sweat droplets instantly rolled off his forehead.

His lips trembled, the mercenary’s pride and orders preventing him from revealing his employer, he only kept repeating, "What you’re doing is illegal! I want to call the police!"

Yun Sang spat out the toothpick, rolling back his sleeves on his other wrist, and lunged at Arthur, grabbing his collar.

Just as Yun Sang was about to punch, someone moved on the couch behind him.

A tall and upright figure stepped out from the shadows.

The room’s narrow light fell on his face, revealing Feng Ting’s chiseled and deep features before Arthur.

Arthur tilted his head, staring for several seconds, feeling vaguely familiar with this man.

Feng Ting walked step by step to Yun Sang’s side, gripping Yun Sang’s wrist to stop him.

Just as Arthur felt he had escaped danger.

Instead, Feng Ting balled his fist, swiftly and accurately landing a punch on Arthur’s cheek.

Arthur immediately lost a tooth, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Yun Sang paused as if momentarily surprised.

Feng Ting retracted his fist, bent down slightly to look at Arthur, and smiled faintly.

"You want to call the police?"