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Chapter 1294 - 1288: Willing or Not to Give Him Another Chance

Chapter 1294: Chapter 1288: Willing or Not to Give Him Another Chance

"Don’t lose hope, maybe there’s still a chance." Li Changlin patted the back of Ye Zhiwen’s hand and said in a deep voice, "Zhiwen, do you trust your brother?"

"You called me brother, of course I trust you." Ye Zhiwen looked at Li Changlin and nodded earnestly.

"Alright then, from now on, all your actions must follow my lead."

Li Changlin wore a solemn expression as he fixed his gaze on Ye Zhiwen.

Ye Zhiwen pressed his lips together and nodded firmly.

"Wendong, head to Zhixin Road." Li Changlin raised his hand and said flatly.

"Yes." Zhou Wendong responded promptly, turning the steering wheel as the car moved into the overtaking lane. A left turn ahead would lead directly to their destination.

Behind the car, a line of vehicles had already turned on their signal lights. Ye Zhiwen blinked slightly, vaguely guessing what was going on.

Meanwhile, Chen Xueying had already rushed downstairs. Naturally, she did not see any of the bridal convoy. Panicked and terrified, she hurriedly flagged a taxi outside the complex to head to the hotel where the wedding was to be held.

Chen Xueying was completely unaware that Ye Zhiwen had changed the wedding venue. At this moment, the bridal convoy was already approaching Zhixin Road.

Zhixin Road—Ye Xiyao’s studio was located on the ninth floor of Zhixin Building.

At this moment, Zhong Jianping was absent-mindedly sitting in her office. She was now the director of the studio, overseeing more than ten staff members.

Today was Ye Zhiwen’s wedding day. Zhong Jianping had long received the notification, but her heart had been in turmoil. As Ye Zhiwen’s ex-girlfriend, she was conflicted over whether she should attend the wedding.

Eventually, Zhong Jianping decided against going. Since their fate had ended, why seek unnecessary troubles?

As long as he was happy, as long as he lived in happiness, that would be enough.

To love someone doesn’t necessarily mean you must possess them or claim them.

Sometimes, simply watching their silhouette from afar and knowing they are well can also bring joy.

Though she thought this way, deep down, the love she had felt was undeniable.

Zhong Jianping was no saint; how could she truly let go?

"Wow, there’s a long convoy downstairs. Is someone from our building getting married?" Suddenly, Xiao Li, who was seated by the window, exclaimed loudly.

Moments earlier, she had accidentally turned her head towards the window and was stunned to see a convoy composed of at least twenty luxury cars stopped beneath Zhixin Building.

"Seems like today is truly an auspicious day." Even Zhong Jianping couldn’t help glancing out the window, a trace of melancholy flashing in her eyes.

At this moment, Ye Zhiwen, led by Li Changlin, had already entered the lobby of Zhixin Building.

He now understood what Li Changlin intended to do. His heart grew restless, full of apprehension and unease, too afraid to take another step forward.

Li Changlin grabbed his arm and tapped him a few times, instructing the groomsmen, including Zhou Wendong, to follow him while the others were to remain downstairs.

Then, a group of six headed to the ninth floor.

The commotion on the first floor had already startled many people; even the building’s security guards were nervously pressed against the walls, too afraid to make a sound.

Soon, the elevator arrived at the ninth floor.

Li Changlin led the group to the door of Xiyao Studio and knocked lightly.

The knock echoed, and Ye Zhiwen felt his legs trembling. He steadied himself against Li Changlin, his expression tense to the extreme.

Soon, the door opened, revealing a pretty female employee who was surprised to see six handsome men at the doorway and let out an exclamation.

Li Changlin walked into the office with Ye Zhiwen, followed closely by the other four.

Such a lineup stunned everyone in the office. They looked curiously at the group—wasn’t this clearly a bridal procession? But who in their office was supposed to be the bride?

"Ye Zhiwen!" Zhong Jianping suddenly shot up in shock.

"Ah Ping!" Ye Zhiwen stammered, trembling lips struggling to form words.

Li Changlin released him and swiftly kicked the back of Ye Zhiwen’s legs, causing him to drop to his knees.

"Brother Changlin, why did you hit Zhiwen?" Seeing Zhiwen on the ground, Zhong Jianping’s heart ached. She rushed forward, reaching out to help him up.

Li Changlin stopped her, speaking in a deep voice, "Ah Ping, don’t worry about him for now. Listen to me."

Zhong Jianping paused, her eyes filled with confusion as she looked at Li Changlin.

"Zhiwen had been blind, failing to cherish a good woman and instead falling for a scheming vixen. If I had known about your situation earlier, I would have intervened. Unfortunately, you didn’t let Xi Yao inform me, so I only found out yesterday that Zhiwen was getting married—and that the bride wasn’t you."

"We—We broke up a long time ago," Zhong Jianping said with a bitter smile, her voice feeling hollow.

"Of course, I’m happy Zhiwen is marrying someone, and since he chose another woman after you, what’s done is done. I wouldn’t interfere. But today’s bridal escort enraged me beyond belief. It turns out the woman chose Zhiwen not out of love but to exploit him. Ah Ping, I know you still love Zhiwen. I want to know: are you willing to give him another chance? Zhiwen, you tell her—do you want to marry Ah Ping!"

Li Changlin lowered his head to look at Ye Zhiwen, his expression extraordinarily serious.

This decision was undeniably unfair to Zhong Jianping.

Still, Li Changlin couldn’t bear to see them lose their chance together.

If they missed this moment, regret would haunt them forever.

Moreover, Ye Zhiwen’s many relatives had already arrived in the provincial city.

If Ye Zhiwen didn’t marry today, how could he ever face them again?

Additionally, Zhong Jianping was an exceptional woman, and if Zhiwen could earn her forgiveness, their union would surely be the best outcome.

"Ah Ping!" Ye Zhiwen stammered, remorse drowning his tone. "It’s all my fault for not cherishing you in the past. Now I see my mistake. In my heart, you’re the one I truly love. Today, I’ve seen through Chen Xueying’s true nature and realized that in this world, only you truly care for me."

"I know that asking this of you now is selfish of me. I’m only doing this because I fear losing face in front of my family. But in my heart, my love for you is real. I’ve made mistakes before, Ah Ping, but I hope you can forgive me. Please marry me—I promise to cherish, love, and protect you for a lifetime. I’ll never betray you. If I fail to keep my promise, let me die a miserable death, I—"

"Don’t say anymore. I accept—I’ll marry you!" Tears streaming down her face, Zhong Jianping reached out to cover Ye Zhiwen’s lips.

In her heart, she loved this man deeply.