CEO's Ugly Flash-Marriage Wife Hides So Many Identities
Chapter 232: A Kiss

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: A Kiss

"Being able to say such a thing fits your boss’s personality," Pei Liyan spoke again.

"So interested, huh?" Qiao Rui turned to look at Pei Liyan, her face somewhat cold.

Pei Liyan’s gaze quickly swept over Qiao Rui’s face and met her sharp eyes, a momentary stun in his eyes.

Song Muyu saw the two exchanging looks, and the atmosphere was very subtle.

Not knowing that Qiao Rui and Ruirui were the same person, Pei Liyan actually dared to ask in front of Qiao Rui; this really made him seem unreliable.

Qi Yun then spoke out, "Mr. Pei, my boss is not someone you can inquire about."

Her words blocked Pei Liyan, his face darkening.

He Lan, puzzled, asked, "Why can’t Big Brother Pei ask about your boss? Is your boss that formidable?"

Qi Yun remained silent.

He Lan asked again, "I’m talking to you, can’t you hear?"

The atmosphere at the table fell into a quiet state, rather awkward.

"Your boss is a woman, right?" Qiao Xiang pinpointed with a single sentence, instantly dumbfounding He Lan.

She immediately turned to look at Qiao Rui and spoke with great disdain, "Hah, Qiao Rui, aren’t you being a bit too petty? So what if her boss is a woman, does that mean Big Brother Pei can’t inquire?"

Qiao Rui’s lips twitched; He Lan really was bold, daring to say anything, even if scared like that.

Qi Yun was speechless too. "What do you know?"

"What don’t I understand?" He Lan replied impatiently, "Isn’t it just that Qiao Rui is jealous? What’s wrong with asking about another woman? It’s not like Big Brother Pei is having an affair with Qi Yun’s boss!"

Everyone remained silent.

Song Muyu couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of her lips and stopped herself from speaking.

Qi Yun rolled her eyes.

Qiao Rui looked at Pei Liyan, waiting to see how he would respond.

After all, Pei Liyan was Pei Liyan, his eyes sharpened, casting an icy, frost-like glance at He Lan.

He Lan was stunned by his gaze, blurting out reflexively, "No way? Big Brother Pei, do you really have an affair with her boss?"

At that moment, Qiao Xiang spoke sternly, "Impossible, your Big Brother Pei is not that kind of person."

Her tone was emphatic.

Qiao Rui lifted her gaze, sweeping a glance at Qiao Xiang.

Qiao Xiang looked back at her, even tugging at her lips, saying, "Little sis, as a woman, you should be more broad-minded and not so jealous."

"Minding your own business," Qi Yun coldly huffed.

Qiao Xiang’s face changed, "What’s wrong with you? Do you hope that your boss has an affair with a married man? What are you thinking?"

"Enough!" intervened Song Muyu with a stern voice.

"Enough of what?" He Zheng and Si Ran also returned, sensing the tense atmosphere on their side and inquired.

He Lan stopped crying and seemed to have calmed down.

No one paid attention to him.

At this point, He Lan said, "Oh, it’s just that Qiao Rui seems too petty, Big Brother Pei asked about Qi Yun’s boss, and Qiao Rui got upset."

He Zheng was also taken aback.

He instinctively looked at Qiao Rui; her face was composed, not showing any pettiness.

Yet Pei Liyan’s expression was not very good; there seemed to be an issue.

Then, Qiao Rui glanced at He Lan, her cool voice rising, "Miss He, you’re thinking too much. I didn’t say anything!"

"Hmph, it’s written all over your face, no need to say it," He Lan snorted disdainfully, "Petty is petty, and you won’t even admit it. I’ve lost respect for you!"

Qiao Rui was even more speechless.

He Zheng knew something about Ruirui, so he quickly interjected, "Alright, stop talking, let’s start the banquet. Where’s Jiang Jinfeng?"

Jiang Jinfeng had been away for a while and had not yet returned.

As they were speaking, Jiang Jinfeng returned.

He sat down beside Song Muyu, leaned over, and whispered something softly to her, audible only to the two of them.

Song Muyu’s face changed, her eyes meeting Jiang Jinfeng’s.

At this moment, someone approached Song Muyu and said, "Miss, the lady asks for your presence."

"Who?" Song Muyu asked.

"Your mother, Mrs. Song."

"Got it, I’ll be right there." Song Muyu nodded.

She quickly got up and left.

Qi Yun followed without a word.

On the other side, He Lan sneered at Qiao Rui, her eyes filled with contempt.

Qiao Rui ignored her.

Before the banquet began, Qiao Rui and Pei Liyan did not speak again.

Then, the engagement ceremony officially started.

At one point, the host introduced Song Xun and Shen Shuyi to the stage.

Qiao Rui scanned the crowd for Song Muyu.

Just then, as the host was introducing both the parents and relatives, Qiao Rui saw Song Muyu, arm-in-arm with Mrs. Song, heading up to the stage together.

Then, the host made a joke, suggesting the groom-to-be kiss the bride-to-be.

Song Xun and Shen Shuyi both startled.

Song Xun’s face was cold, and in that instant, as the host’s words just dropped, Song Xun’s entire presence turned icy, his tall figure standing on the stage, unmoving for a long time.

The host was also caught off guard, probably surprised too, but continued jokingly, "It seems our groom-to-be is shy, quite embarrassed. Shall we let him off the hook, everyone?"

The crowd egged on, "Of course not, give her a kiss."

"Give her a kiss!"

The shouts rose and fell, with even He Lan loudly chanting, "Give her a kiss."

All eyes were on Song Xun and Shen Shuyi.

Song Muyu looked over as well.

Song Xun glanced toward Song Muyu’s direction.

The host immediately said, "Does our groom-to-be’s beautiful sister also think they should kiss?"

Being called out, Song Muyu was slightly taken aback.

Why did the host bring her up?

Her body stiffened as everyone’s gaze turned to her, but she soon regained her composure and smiled appropriately, "Host, you said it yourself, we should follow the designed sequence!"

The host didn’t expect Song Muyu to respond like that and replied with a smile, "Mr. Song, please kiss your bride-to-be!"

Song Xun’s expression remained cold, a chill in his gaze.

Mrs. Song became somewhat worried and whispered, "Xun’er!"

Only then did Song Xun’s gaze move from Song Muyu to Shen Shuyi at his side.

He looked at Shen Shuyi and said indifferently, "I don’t mind, but I think my bride-to-be might be shy. After all, this is our engagement party, not a TV show where we perform our affection for everyone to see!"

He refused.

Shen Shuyi’s face turned white for a moment and then flushed.

She quickly averted her gaze.

Song Xun curled the corners of his lips, "What do you say, Shuyi?"

This was the first time Shen Shuyi heard him call her "Shuyi"; he had never done so before.

Generally, Song Xun would call her Miss Shen, a polite and distant address for strangers.

"Yes," Shen Shuyi nodded, her eyes not daring to meet his.

The host, somewhat helpless, said, "It seems our groom-to-be loves his fiancée very much, not even wanting to kiss in front of us, denying us a treat. But let’s send our most sincere blessings to the couple."

There was a wave of disappointment below.

At this time, someone shouted, "Song Xun doesn’t love Shen Shuyi at all!"