I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain

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Translator/Proofreader – Kshn

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Chapter 172: The God of War’s Shattered Dream

Hearing strange noises from the phone, Su Lang couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

“Honey, why are you panting like that? What are you doing?” he asked.

[“I…I am…doing…yoga,”] came Yang Jingwan’s breathy reply.

Su Lang only grew more puzzled.

While Yang Jingwan did indeed have a habit of practising yoga…

They were about to leave for a ceremony – why on earth was she doing yoga now?

Su Lang was no fool. As such, he did not take her at her word.

“You,” he gestured to a subordinate disguised as a service worker.

“How may I help you, sir?”

“Have you noticed anyone suspicious while you’ve been watching outside?”

“No sir, we stood guard and haven’t noticed anyone.”

“Who’s in the room with my wife right now?”

“Miss Cheng.”

“Cheng Rui…” Su Lang felt a bit relieved.

He had been concerned when he heard Yang Jingwan’s voice, thinking she was…

But after asking his subordinate a few questions, his suspicions evaporated.

It seemed his wife was genuinely just doing yoga, and she was quite into it, too.

No matter how enthusiastic she was, the wedding ceremony had to start on time.

Without hesitation, Su Lang dialled Cheng Rui’s number.

Once connected, he could faintly hear Yang Jingwan’s panting in the background. Ignoring it, he spoke directly to Cheng Rui:

“These bridesmaids you found are too lively. We can’t get in. Tell them to tone it down; the ceremony is about to start.”

[“With so many of you, you can’t even finish a little bit of alcohol?”] Cheng Rui asked, surprised.

“There are bottles of liquor all over half the hallway. How is that ‘little’? Moreover, the liquor is so strong, we can’t drink much. How did you plan this?” Su Lang spoke with a tone of authority.

[“I didn’t prepare this; the hotel staff did.”]

“Regardless, your negligence is the cause of this. Bah, forget it,” Su Lang snorted coldly, “Just bring Jingwan out, and make it quick.”

[“Ah!!!”]

Before Cheng Rui could reply, Yang Jingwan’s shriek came from the other end of the line.

“What happened?” Su Lang, alarmed, was ready to dash into the room to check.

[“Nothing, nothing. Jingwan…she strained her back doing yoga.”]

“What’s going on? The wedding is about to start; will this be a problem?” Su Lang anxiously asked.

[“It’s not a big issue. However, she can’t move for a bit. I’ll massage her back. You go and placate the guests. Once Jingwan is fine, I’ll bring her right over.”]

“According to the procedure, shouldn’t I be the one to fetch her?”

[“Forget the procedure; she can’t walk and can’t go.”]

“Fine, just make sure she’s alright, then bring her over immediately.”

Su Lang could only agree.

Meanwhile…

After ending the call, Cheng Rui couldn’t help but snort.

How ridiculous of Su Lang to boss her around like he was someone important.

After silently expressing her contempt, Cheng Rui walked out of the bathroom.

With an awkward and blushing glance, she eyed Yang Jingwan, who was sprawled motionlessly, her hair a mess.

“Bride, your yoga’s done. Hurry and freshen up; they’re rushing us over there,” Cheng Rui reminded her gently.

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[At the wedding venue.]

Su Lang absentmindedly greeted the guests, anticipating the appearance of Yang Jingwan.

About ten minutes later, Cheng Rui finally appeared, arm in arm with the bride, who was wearing her wedding veil.

“The bride is so beautiful!”

“Yes, she’s stunning.”

…

The congratulating guests were all astounded just by glimpsing the silhouette of the figure in the wedding dress, unanimously exclaiming their admiration.

Hearing the voices around him, a hint of a smile couldn’t help but appear on Su Lang’s lips.

From today on, Yang Jingwan would be his wife in the truest sense.

After enduring a year as a useless son-in-law, from today on, he would turn his life around.

From now on, he would no longer have to live separately from Yang Jingwan in two different bedrooms.

Su Lang was full of anticipation.

With Cheng Rui’s assistance, Yang Jingwan gradually approached Su Lang.

Su Lang, with a smile on his face, gazed fondly at Yang Jingwan’s figure.

But soon, the smile on Su Lang’s face disappeared, replaced by an expression as if he’d been struck by a bolt from the blue.

Because he noticed that Yang Jingwan’s way of walking was off—it was no longer the same…

Su Lang found it hard to believe.

She was fine when he last saw her yesterday.

When did this happen?

Right, just now, when they were on the phone!

She was no longer perfect, no longer flawless…

Su Lang’s dream had shattered.

In an instant, Su Lang’s eyes turned blood red, and he screamed aloud.

“AGHHHHH!”