A storm raged through the Third Chief's mind. Just as the First Chief was wondering how to break the news, the woman emerged, newly dressed with her hair still slightly disheveled. She wrapped her arm around the First Chief's and merely glanced at the Third Chief without saying a word.
Though she was reluctant to do this, compared to the frightening-looking Third Chief, she would rather be with the First Chief...
"Alright, everyone, disperse! We'll have a meeting later."
Though the First Chief was somewhat mindful of his third brother, he still enjoyed the woman's actions.
There was nothing he could do. This girl didn't like his third brother... she liked him, and she was willing to live or die for him. It was hard to refuse! He couldn't be blamed for this. A forcibly twisted melon wasn't sweet. If there was someone suitable in the future, he could give her to Third Brother.
Putting on the dignity of the chief, he dismissed the underlings before directly leaving with the woman. The Third Chief stood frozen, watching the First Chief and the woman depart, completely unaware that the large red flower in his hand had long since fallen to the ground.
When he finally came back to his senses, he felt as though... the whole world had turned gray...
Humiliation, anguish, resentment, pain... nowhere to hide his face...
Countless emotions surged into his heart...
Everyone had left. The once-lively wedding venue instantly turned cold and deserted again, leaving only the Third Chief, who felt betrayed by the entire world, standing there without moving...
"So he's the reincarnated one. He really is miserable..."
Not far away, Tushan Yaya looked at the Third Chief below and almost pitied him. On his wedding day... he had ended up like this. It wasn't just