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Chapter 1292 - 1286: Sudden Turn of Events

Chapter 1292: Chapter 1286: Sudden Turn of Events

Ye Zhiwen and Chen Xueying might have already messed around countless times, but they still hadn’t registered their marriage officially. By all standards, their relationship was just improper fooling around before.

From the room came bursts of laughter and giggles. "You want us to open the door? Fine, brother-in-law, hand over the red envelopes first!"

Inside the room were some of Chen Xueying’s bridesmaids.

Good grief, more red envelopes! Ye Zhiwen was practically fuming with frustration.

"The red envelopes are no problem. Just open the door first, and I’ll give you more at the reception later," he said.

After all, they’d all be relatives in the future, and Ye Zhiwen wasn’t one to sweat over a bit of money.

However, Chen Xueying’s bridesmaids weren’t so easy to deal with. No money, no opening the door.

As the moments ticked by, Ye Zhiwen grew increasingly exasperated. Finally, he had no choice but to knock on the door of his future father- and mother-in-law.

The two elders stepped out of their room, and Li Changlin’s eye twitched the moment he caught sight of someone.

He recognized that old geezer—it was the same guy who’d told him he wasn’t good during the Xuanyuan Good Voice auditions in Nanfu Province back in the day.

But that was all in the past. Li Changlin had long retired from Good Voice, so he decided to let it slide and pretend he hadn’t seen him.

Since Li Changlin was wearing sunglasses, the old man didn’t recognize him.

Chen Xueying’s parents looked at Ye Zhiwen and said they could call for the door to be opened, but only if Ye Zhiwen bought a car for their daughter first.

Ye Zhiwen froze upon hearing that, his face visibly darkening. But then, recalling that Brother Changlin had already promised to reward him with a car, he forced a smile and said, "The car’s no problem. Right after the wedding, you’ll have one."

"No, we want it now." Chen Xueying’s mother was fiercely assertive, making it crystal clear that without a car, her daughter wouldn’t set foot outside this house.

They’d already learned from their daughter that Ye Zhiwen had a very capable and wealthy best friend. This time, they were determined to wring every last drop out of Ye Zhiwen. Once they got the car, naturally, they’d go after a house next.

After all, raising a daughter wasn’t easy—they weren’t about to let themselves lose out.

If Ye Zhiwen knew the full extent of their scheming, he’d surely have been furious to the point of coughing up blood.

But faced with his mother-in-law’s domineering attitude, he felt utterly helpless and could only turn a pleading gaze toward Li Changlin.

Li Changlin frowned slightly. But as this was an important occasion for Ye Zhiwen, he turned to Gao Yuanming and said, "Yuanming, didn’t Jiang Xingwei give you a car recently? Lend it to Zhiwen first, and I’ll have Guan Lin buy you a new one this afternoon."

"Sure!" Gao Yuanming didn’t hesitate. He pulled the car keys out of his pocket and handed them to Ye Zhiwen, saying, "The car was delivered just a few days ago, and I’ve only driven a few hundred kilometers. It’s practically brand new. Give it to your mother-in-law."

Ye Zhiwen felt embarrassed, but as it was a joyous day, this matter needed resolving no matter what.

So, he accepted the keys and handed them to Chen Xueying’s mother. "Mom, look, the car is downstairs. It’s already got red decorations for the wedding. After the ceremony, you can simply bring it home—it’s my gift to you. As for Xueying, I’ll buy her a new one later."

Ye Zhiwen was bending over backward to appease them, but Chen Xueying’s mother didn’t recognize the car brand. Seeing the "Chihong" logo on the key, she dismissed it outright, thinking it must be cheap. She slapped the key out of his hand and said nonchalantly, "A car like this isn’t good enough for my Xueying. If you want to give us one, it has to be worth at least a million."

For crying out loud! A car worth three million sits before her, and she’s asking for one worth only a million? Even Li Changlin was speechless.

Gao Yuanming also looked visibly upset.

Finally, Chen Xueying’s father noticed the tension in the room and forced an awkward laugh. "Alright, alright, this is the young man’s heartfelt gift. Just accept it. Didn’t Zhiwen say he’d get Xueying a better car later? This one is a token of his filial respect for you."

"Exactly, Mom! This car isn’t for Xueying. I’ll definitely get her a much better one later."

If only Ye Zhiwen knew how much this car was actually worth—he’d undoubtedly be spitting blood.

Hearing this, Chen Xueying’s mother finally took the key but added indifferently, "I know you all work in Huacheng, but in the future, you’ll definitely move back to Nanfu Province to settle down. So here’s the thing: buy a house too. It doesn’t need to be too fancy, just 140 square meters will do. Once you’ve bought it, I’ll let Xueying go with you immediately!"

"Auntie, are you selling your daughter or what?!"

This was too much for Gao Yuanming. His tone was icy and direct as he stepped forward to confront Chen Xueying’s mother.

It wasn’t just Gao Yuanming—both of the other groomsmen, and even Li Changlin himself, looked displeased.

But Chen Xueying’s mother remained completely unfazed. She was banking on the fact that Ye Zhiwen wouldn’t dare delay the auspicious hour, so she had no qualms about demanding a house as a condition.

"Zhiwen, go and ask Chen Xueying what she wants to do," Li Changlin said with a slight frown, giving Ye Zhiwen a nudge.

"You’re not getting in there! No house, no access to my Xueying!"

Chen Xueying’s mother arrogantly blocked Ye Zhiwen’s way.

Ye Zhiwen felt utterly defeated. He couldn’t exactly lay hands on his future mother-in-law, could he?

"Wendong, go open the door," Li Changlin said, directing a glance at Zhou Wendong.

Zhou Wendong immediately nodded and strode toward Chen Xueying’s room. With a gentle push, the door swung open effortlessly.

At his current level of Peak Virtual Energy, Zhou Wendong’s strength was far beyond the resistance of a mere wooden door.

With the door open, Ye Zhiwen rushed past his mother-in-law and into the room.

Inside, Chen Xueying sat on the bed, chatting and laughing with her bridesmaids.

Ye Zhiwen barged in, grabbed her arm, and said urgently, "Xueying, let’s go! We’re running out of time!"

"Did you settle things with my parents?"

Chen Xueying brushed off Ye Zhiwen’s hand and asked calmly.

Her expression was indifferent, devoid of any festive cheer.

A sinking feeling crept into Ye Zhiwen’s heart—something felt very wrong.

"You didn’t, did you? Then I’m not going anywhere with you."

Chen Xueying was sharp. One look at Ye Zhiwen’s face told her everything. She turned her head away without hesitation.

"Xueying, what do you want from me?!" Ye Zhiwen’s frustration and anger boiled over, his face dark and stormy.

"What do I want? I’ve given you my body, Ye Zhiwen. The least you could do is give me some sense of security!" Chen Xueying said coldly. "I know your good buddy Li Changlin is that famous ’Divine Melody Envoy.’ Since he’s so renowned, why don’t you ask him to write me a few good songs and really help launch my career? If you can manage that, I’ll gladly come with you."

Well, there it was. This was Chen Xueying’s true motive all along.

As someone who had met Li Changlin and personally witnessed Wang Yiyi’s rise to fame, Chen Xueying, an astute woman, had already figured out his identity.

Getting close to Ye Zhiwen? Her real goal was to latch onto Li Changlin.