Wedding Night! A Regretful Marriage to Her Disabled Rival!

Chapter 121: Young Master Huo Jealous Again

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Huo Sicheng disregarded Chu Yu and observed as the energetic Qi Shaoze vanished from his line of sight.

“Chu Yu, do you believe that Qi Shaoze’s temperament is a good match for Madam?” Huo Sicheng questioned, his gaze fixed on Chu Yu.

Chu Yu stared back at Huo Sicheng, startled.

Qi Shaoze embodied cheerfulness, while Gu Qingcheng was known for her directness. Their personalities were remarkably compatible.

However…

“President Huo, in my opinion, you’re the one who suits Madam best.” Chu Yu’s earnestness was undeniable. “You and Madam share a history from childhood. Your bond goes beyond what Qi Shaoze can offer. Moreover, only you have tolerated her moods for all these years.”

Huo Sicheng’s eyes held a shadow of depth.

“President Huo, can I give the order to eliminate Qi Shaoze?” Chu Yu redirected the topic. He pressed on, “Keeping him around will only create complications for you, as he’ll continue to provoke you. Despite his friendship with Madam, his recent actions against you shouldn’t be ignored.”

“Dispose of Qi Shaoze discreetly,” he added, recalling Qi Shaoze’s attempts at provocation. “Maintain secrecy. Madam mustn’t discover the truth.”

“In this world, there’s no unbroken wall; secrets are bound to emerge,” Huo Sicheng retorted before leaving.

Chu Yu intended to persist, but eventually, he held his words, trailing behind Huo Sicheng.

Huo Sicheng’s stance was valid. Concealing the truth was impossible.

Moreover, he didn’t wish to deceive Gu Qingcheng. Witnessing her sorrow over Qi Shaoze’s demise was unbearable.

A sigh escaped him.

At the same time, in a private room on the competition’s second floor, Huo Si sat by the window, his gentle phoenix eyes on Gu Oingcheng nearby.

When Qi Shaoze approached Gu Qingcheng, Huo Si’s brow furrowed, an icy tinge creeping up his spine.

Jealousy struck again!

Gu Qingcheng felt someone’s gaze and scanned the surroundings, finding nothing remarkable.

She recollected that Huo Sicheng had committed to attending the Peach Lotus

Cup, but he was nowhere to be found.

Had he glimpsed Qi Shaoze on the red carpet and stormed off in anger?

Annoyance welled within her as she considered how Huo Sicheng paid no attention to the Peach Lotus Cup, with the culprit openly present.

“Are you thirsty, my queen?” Qi Shaoze, positioned behind Gu Qingcheng, fawned like an underling. “I brought your favorite green-orange drink. Would you like some?”

The stage’s emcee introduced the competitors while catching Gu Qingcheng’s eye.

She relaxed her grip on Qi Shaoze’s hand, maintaining an air of confidence for the camera.

Gu Mei clenched her fists, infuriated by Gu Qingcheng’s self-assured aura stealing the limelight.

Gu Qingcheng; what a b*tch!

Were the hosts and guests blind?

Gu Mei surpassed Gu Qingcheng in beauty countless times. Yet, they didn’t interview her or direct the cameras her way?

Chu He, seated behind Gu Mei, understood her daughter best. She sensed Gu Mei’s envy and kicked her chair, urging calm.

Knowing her mother’s intent, Gu Mei restrained herself.

Qi Shaoze examined his bleeding hand, pinched by Gu Qingcheng. He felt a twinge of helplessness.

Movie King Jiang, seated beside Qi Shaoze, whispered, “Master Qi, I’ve defended Gu Qingcheng so many times. Why haven’t you made a move yet?

Dealing with her doesn’t seem so daunting.”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Qi Shaoze shot Movie King Jiang a glare.

“Gu Qingcheng is my queen. We’re friends and confidantes.”

Movie King Jiang smirked. He regarded Gu Qingcheng, then Dream Queen, his wife.

The Dream Queen texted flirtatiously to a young actor, unfazed by Movie King Jiang’s gaze.

The entertainment industry knew no true love. Each played their games, using others as pawns, shields, and more.

Gu Qingcheng focused on the national team’s elite preliminary rounds, all while staying vigilant.

Curiously, she sensed someone watching her. It wasn’t Gu Mei, Qi Shaoze, or

Chu He.

Without Gu Tianhao and company present, she couldn’t identify the observer.

As she looked around, all she saw were mirrors and the ceiling. There was no one in her line of sight.

No one could be above her either, as all the seats were beneath the stage.

Who was watching her?

A shiver raced down her spine.

Was someone planning to harm her?

Certainly.

Her assailant must be watching discreetly.

She attended the Peach Lotus Cup to unearth who had tampered with her kidney.

Despite the jumbled timeline due to her rebirth, destined events still played out.

If she let her guard down, the stage could collapse, sending glass crashing upon her.

She narrowly escaped this before. Could she avoid it again?

She shifted her gaze to Gu Mei, observing her impatience as an instructor. Gu Mei was restless, uninterested in the classical dance performances.

Gu Mei’s head was glass, as was Chu He’s. Everyone sat beneath the stage.

Should the stage frame break, it wouldn’t just threaten her—it would endanger Gu Mei and Chu He too.

Did the Peach Lotus Cup mishap originate from neither Gu Mei nor Chu He?

After all, they were averse to danger. Would they truly endanger themselves?

However, neither participated in the Peach Lotus Cup back then, nor were they present now. The skewed timeline troubled her.

Following her gaze, Huo Sicheng scrutinized the glass above her.

This marked her fourth glance at it.

He narrowed his inscrutable eyes.

“Have someone inspect the glass above Madam,” he instructed Chu Yu, urgency in his tone. “Check for any suspicious individuals. If you find any, bring them to me, alive or dead! Should anything happen to Madam, I won’t forgive you..

Understood?”