Married to the Protagonist

Ch.189 Grand Wedding (1)

As soon as his speech was over.

Yan Cheng's serious expression vanished in an instant, his charming peach eyes were slightly narrowed, and the corners of his lips seemed to curl upwards, he looked like a cunning male fox.

He handed the microphone over to the host, quickly got off the stage, and walked towards a certain direction with a firm gaze, he ignored the fact that all the students’ scorching gazes from below were on him.

Their gazes followed the direction he was walking towards and looked over.

At the end of that direction, there was a beautiful young lady, who had a cute little dumpling in her arms.

The young lady was dressed in a simple attire, but she gave off a sense of elegance.

When she noticed that Yan Cheng was walking towards her, she was visibly stunned, then her lips curved into a soft smile, as she complained soundlessly: "My hands feel so sore."

The little dumpling was exhausted from all the playing and had fallen asleep sweetly on her shoulder. His breathing was shallow, and Chen Jinyao could smell the milk scent coming from the little guy when he exhaled.

Yan Cheng took bigger strides, and when he got to her, he immediately stretched out his hand and carefully took the little dumpling into his arms.

Chen Jinyao flung her hands around, moved her wrist, and took out a piece of tissue from her small satchel: "My neck is covered in his drool."

There were scrutinising gazes all fixated at them, accompanied by a wave of sighs.

Yan Cheng just pretended that he didn’t hear anything and turned a blind eye. He completed the task and gave his speech, and now it was his free time. "He is quite heavy, this kid is too well fed, you should have just let him sleep on the floor."

"…..." Chen Jinyao glared at him.

"Let's go, I’ll show you around my school." He said.

Chen Jinyao followed him out, "I already took a look around"

"That doesn't count, you didn’t have me as your tour guide." Yan Cheng dismissed her words without even thinking twice, "Oh right, let's have lunch first."

As always, he acted as if no one was around them.

There was still ten to twenty minutes of finishing work left to go through in the venue.

However, the students watched as their senior Yan led his wife that he always talked about and left the event early. The scene fell into silence for a few seconds, before the girls screamed excitedly.

In the afternoon of that same day, there was a detailed post of this scene and blurry photos in that dim environment on the Imperial Capital University’s page

Endless people liked the post, which got the post to appear on the homepage for a while.

This totally turned the situation around.

People had completely forgotten about his bad reputation in the early years.

In fact, this was all just a strange coincidence. Yan Cheng effortlessly stripped away his title as a "hen-pecked husband", and instead created an “uxorious” image.

Living in an information age, even slightly popular news could spread to everyone in an instant. Early in the morning of the next day, the name "Yancheng" and these four words "Yan Cheng adores wife" appeared on Weibo's trending searches.

The marketing department for sure wouldn’t waste such a rare opportunity and just went with the flow, as this indirectly helped to market Zhiyuan Technology, which did not need to increase its recognition any further.

Chen Jinyao froze for a long time when she read the content under these two tags while lying in bed.

Unexpectedly, the exaggerated titles made her blush.

She thought about it for a moment with squinted eyes, and laid on her side, she rustled around as she moved. She then glanced at Yan Cheng who was robbing her son of toys, pouted, and handed the phone over to him.

"Huh." He was surprised.

His familiar voice, with a hint of laziness.

After a two-second pause, he continued on, his voice sounded charming and flirtatious, as he said in disbelief: "I turned out to be this sassy."

“………”

Scrolled down to read the comments.

The smile on his lips kept getting deeper and deeper.

All that was left for him was to gloat obliviously.

Yan Chichi couldn’t stand seeing his father show such an annoying expression, he twisted his hips and sat forward, stretched out his chubby lotus root-like arms, and gave his father a good slap.