Jiang Cheng spotted two familiar figures in the distance.
One fat, one thin; one sitting, one standing beside a conspicuous mound of earth by the roadside.
At the same time, the Fatty and Du Moyu heard the hoofbeats. They turned around and craned their necks to look down the road. At first, neither noticed Jiang Cheng. They only saw the Ghost Bride in front of him.
The Fatty's face turned deathly pale. Du Moyu immediately bolted, ready to run.
"Ahem..."
Only when Jiang Cheng's voice rang out did the two of them come to their senses.
Jiang Cheng rode closer. Seeing the Ghost Bride nestled in his arms, all gentle and charming, Du Moyu couldn't help swallowing.
The Fatty, however, wasn't surprised. The Doctor was the top dog in the high-end group, a ruthless man who had wiped out five or six rival teams. As long as he didn't have to consummate the marriage, the Doctor wouldn't lose his nerve.
And according to the village chief, once they had completed the wedding rites, the River Goddess's resentment would have mostly dissipated. So there was no need to worry about consummating the marriage.
Jiang Cheng asked the old village chief several times to make sure he was certain. The old man pressed his lips together, revealing a few missing front teeth, and grinned. "You can count on it. Don't worry."
Seeing how certain the village chief was, Jiang Cheng didn't press him any further. He'd already made himself perfectly clear: he had no such bad habit as respecting the elderly and caring for the young. If anything happened tonight that differed from what the village chief had promised, he'd spend the rest of his life drinking gruel.
"What are you here for?" Jiang Cheng sat high on his horse, holding the