Don’t Mess With Him, His Seven Senior Sisters Are Too Fierce - Chapter 3:
Chapter 3: She Doesn’t Want To:
Hitch a ride?
Just like that?
Zhou Manyun was stunned for a moment, then secretly delighted.
After witnessing Ye Tian’s power, she was eager to get closer to him.
The three of them got in the car and drove onto the highway, heading toward Zhongdu.
“Ye Tian, are you also from Zhongdu?” Zhou Manyun tried to start a conversation.
“Yeah,” Ye Tian gave a slight nod, clearly not interested in chatting. “Let me know when we arrive.”
“…” Zhou Manyun was speechless.
She and her sister Zhou Xiaoxiao were top-tier beauties in Zhongdu—whether in looks, figure, or temperament.
They might not be national goddesses, but they were dream girls for countless men.
Many wealthy young men would do anything just to have dinner with them.
Yet Ye Tian treated them like they were nobodies!
“Jerk!” Zhou Xiaoxiao clenched her small fists. Even though it was for medical treatment, he had seen her entire body.
And now he was acting all indifferent, like he’d just used her and walked away!
“Xiaoxiao, stop talking nonsense!” Zhou Manyun scolded. “There’s still a bit of distance to Zhongdu. Your illness just stabilized—get some rest! If you’re bored, play on your phone.”
“Okay…” Zhou Xiaoxiao pouted. With a man in the car, she couldn’t sleep anyway, so she pulled out her phone. “Oh right, sis, are we still going to the Zhang family wedding?”
Zhou Manyun glanced at the time. “The wedding hasn’t started yet. We still have time. Since you’re fine now, let’s at least show up and give our gift.”
“Sigh… poor Li Muqing. Such a good person, and yet she’s being forced to marry Zhang Shihao,” Zhou Xiaoxiao sighed.
“Who says she’s not pitiful?” Zhou Manyun added. “I heard her father’s seriously ill, and only Zhang Shihao could get a miracle doctor. Otherwise, there’s no way she’d marry that scumbag…”
Li Muqing!
Ye Tian, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide when he heard the name.
“You’re sure Li Muqing is being forced to marry Zhang Shihao?!”
“Yes!” Zhou Manyun nodded. “The wedding is at noon.”
Ye Tian’s eyes flashed with a piercing cold light!
The girl who had carried him on her back for three days and nights back then was now facing such a fate?
How could he possibly allow it?
“Take me to the wedding!” he said.
Zhou Manyun opened her mouth, wanting to ask more, but seeing Ye Tian’s icy expression, she didn’t dare. She silently stepped on the gas.
…
Zhongdu.
Imperial Grand Hotel.
Zhang Shihao, dressed in a sharp suit, walked into the dressing room.
His hand eagerly reached for a woman’s waist.
She wore a white wedding dress, with light makeup that complemented her features.
Her long black hair was pinned up, revealing a fresh and flawless face—like a fairy descended from the heavens. Breathtakingly beautiful.
Her delicate body trembled. She instinctively stepped away and gritted her teeth. “Zhang Shihao, show some respect! We’re not married yet!”
“Heh… we’re this close to the wedding, and you’re still pretending?” Zhang Shihao placed his hand on the table, leaned down, and sneered. “Li Muqing, you’ve already agreed to marry me. What are you still struggling for? But that’s fine. A good meal is worth the wait. After the banquet, we’ll have our wedding night. Then, I’ll do whatever I want with you—and you’ll have no say in it!”
“Zhang Shihao, you’re shameless!” Li Muqing’s face turned pale, her clear eyes filled with fury and humiliation.
“Shameless? Hah! Don’t get it twisted, Li Muqing. You’re the one begging to marry me! I’m just doing my duty as your husband. What’s the problem?” His voice turned twisted and excited. “Back then, I chased you relentlessly, and you wouldn’t even look at me. And now? You’ve willingly submitted to me!”
“Just you wait.”
Li Muqing bit her lip so hard it nearly bled, but she couldn’t say a word back.
“Alright, tidy up. The wedding’s about to start. Don’t ruin your makeup—it won’t look good in photos. And remember—act properly later,” Zhang Shihao grinned smugly. “Once the wedding’s over, I’ll have Miracle Doctor Zhu treat your father.”
That final sentence struck Li Muqing like a dagger.
Her eyes dimmed, as though she had accepted her fate.
…
The wedding began.
After a heartfelt speech, the host turned to Li Muqing and asked, “Miss Li Muqing, from today onward, regardless of wealth or poverty, sickness or health, are you willing to stay by Mr. Zhang Shihao’s side, grow old together, and love each other forever?”
Lavish lighting bathed Li Muqing in a soft, holy glow.
Being a bride was supposed to be the happiest moment of a woman’s life.
Yet her heart was filled with sorrow.
“I…”
She opened her mouth, ready to speak.
But her throat felt like it was stuck with a fishbone—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t say the final words!
Her silence caused murmurs to ripple through the crowd.
The host quickly tried to smooth things over. “Please, everyone, quiet down. I believe the bride is simply too emotional. Look—she’s practically crying from joy!”
“Miss Li Muqing, I’ll ask again. Do you?”
“I…” Li Muqing’s voice was hoarse. She tried several times, but still couldn’t say it.
She truly didn’t want to marry Zhang Shihao.
She didn’t want any involvement with him at all.
But then she saw his cold, threatening gaze—it was like a silent warning.
Marry him!
You must marry him!
Only then would he let Miracle Doctor Zhu treat her father.
Only then would her father have hope of waking up.
Thinking this, Li Muqing took a deep breath.
Just think of yourself as a commodity.
As long as Father can be saved, it doesn’t matter who I marry!
“I…”
She steadied herself, ready to speak and let the ceremony continue.
But just at that moment, a sudden voice rang out—
“She doesn’t want to!”
BOOM!
The voice was like a great bell being struck, echoing throughout the grand hall.
Every word slammed into every person’s ears!
“Damn, that scared me!”
“Who the heck was that? That voice is insanely loud—it almost burst my eardrums!”
“Could it be… someone came to crash the wedding?”
Amid the commotion, everyone turned to look at the entrance.
There, a tall young man walked in step by step.
“You bastard! Who are you? How dare you cause trouble at my wedding?!” Zhang Shihao’s face twisted in fury.
Ye Tian sneered. “Zhang Shihao, it’s been five years, and you still don’t recognize your master?”
“M-Master?!”
It wasn’t just Zhang Shihao—everyone present was stunned by the word.
This guy… dared to call himself Zhang Shihao’s master?
Just who was he, to be so bold and arrogant?!