Chief Forced Marriage: Beloved Wife Captured

Chapter 32

Jingya stared at the woman in the mirror, she was really beautiful, but unfortunately she was not in a good mood.Ye Beicheng stood behind her at some point, dressed in a clean white suit, indescribably handsome.

"Isn't it very coordinated?" He put his arms around her waist and smiled nonchalantly.

"Cut." Jingya took his hand away, and said: "You are better at acting, you will smile brighter later, use your advantages to make up for my shortcomings."

The photographer walked in, with long hair, sexy and unruly.

"Are you ready? Bride and groom."

Ye Beicheng nodded: "It's fine."

"Okay, the two of you should get closer, your expressions should be natural, and your movements should be intimate."

"One, two, three..." The spotlight flashed and the first shot was finished.

The photographer frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the shooting effect, he straightened the long hair on his forehead, "Bride, you smile too stiffly, relax."

Jingya tried to laugh again, but the second photo still dissatisfied him: "Bride, you are too nervous, relax, relax."

After taking several pictures in a row, Jingya already felt her cheeks cramp from laughing, but the long-haired photographer was still unsatisfied with her faultfinding.

"Let your body be softer, your eyes should reveal the message of love, and your smile should be natural..."

I really couldn't take it anymore, Jingya raised her eyebrows, and yelled at the photographer in displeasure: "Why don't you just take a photo? As for so many demands? No matter what the photo is, I will give you money. Can you stop torturing me?" Already!"

Ye Beicheng pinched the center of his brows with a headache, smiled apologetically at the photographer, leaned into her ear and said, "Do you know who he is?"

Jingya snorted: "Isn't it just the one who took the photo."

"It's true to take photos, but he is not an ordinary photographer. I specially invited him from France, and ordinary people can't invite him."

Jingya shifted her gaze to the long-haired photographer again, but she couldn't see anything different about him.

"Mrs. Ye, it's not about money. What I want is art, art, do you understand?" He met Jingya's gaze with an incomprehensible annoyance on his expression.

Ye Beicheng pulled her shoulders and said softly, "Don't be nervous, just treat him as if he doesn't exist, and smile at me naturally."

Jingya grinned, and Ye Beicheng pinched her cheek in pain: "Smiling is uglier than crying."

"Then don't shoot, I can only laugh like this." She muttered angrily.

"Please, is it so difficult to make you smile at me?" Ye Beicheng was going crazy.

Jingya frowned: "It's not that I didn't smile at you, it's because you think my smile is ugly!"

"Trent, come here." Ye Beicheng beckoned to the photographer. After he approached, he leaned over and said something. The photographer nodded with a smile while listening.

"What did you tell him?" Ye Beicheng walked to her side again, Jingya asked curiously.

"It's nothing." He stared at her tenderly: "Is it because of your special relationship with me that you feel nervous?"

Jingya was taken aback, "It seems to be." She answered uncertainly, but she didn't know if it was because of this reason.

"Well, then, don't take me as the object of your marriage."

"Ah? Then what do I take you for?"

Ye Beicheng thought about it for a while: "Take it as...just take it as your father." Yes, Dad, taking a photo with your own father, you shouldn't feel nervous or embarrassed, right?

dad? "..." Jingya laughed with a "puchi".

"I don't have a young and handsome father like you." She clenched her fists, "Do you take advantage of me?"

"I don't have a daughter as beautiful as you." Ye Beicheng hugged her waist: "Whose girl is this, she looks so good."

Jingya giggled, and the spotlight flashed non-stop...

The later shooting went smoothly, Ye Beicheng tried every means to make her happy, and the long-haired photographer no longer forced her to do poses according to his requirements. There was no sense of restraint and oppression, so naturally she would no longer feel nervous.

It's the last day before the wedding, and after tonight, nothing will ever be the same again.

"It's still early, I want to go see the sea." Ye Beicheng drove Jingya home, and she said this on the way.

Turning the car around, Ye Beicheng drove directly to his villa without asking why.

Jingya walked to the deck chair in the middle of the terrace and sat down. After a while, Ye Beicheng brought some cans of beer.

"What are you thinking?" He looked at her curiously.

"I was wondering if I should run away from marriage like in idol dramas."

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Ye Beicheng almost choked to death with a sip of wine, "Escape from marriage? You forgot that we have obtained a certificate, so it's no use fleeing anywhere."

I knew it was useless, so I just thought about it. If I really gave her a chance to escape, I might not have the courage.

"I'll take you back. Be sure to sleep well tonight. I want to see your glorious appearance tomorrow."

Ye Beicheng stood up, Jingya lazily said: "Wait a little longer, it's still early."

"Don't you need to prepare when you go back? Let's go." He stretched out his hand to pull her up.

"Just sit for a while, it'll be fine for a while." Like a child who is playing tricks, she clung to the armrest of the chair, refusing to get up.

"Is that why you don't want to leave me?" Ye Beicheng leaned over and teased at close range: "Can't wait for one night?"

"Get out..." She hurriedly pushed him away: "Just leave, I hate it."

This night was the last night that Yu Jingya was single. In the early morning, she was still asleep, the knock on the door, the ringing of the mobile phone, and the voices downstairs, all played at the same time.

She got up and lay down on the window sill to look down, her eyes suddenly became oval.

A red carpet was spread a few hundred meters away, and the neighbors were surrounded on both sides of the red carpet, and the mother was handing out wedding candies one by one, with an indescribably joyful expression on her face.

The phone on the bed kept buzzing, it was Ye Beicheng calling, "Are you up yet?" He asked.

"Get up, you made the carpet downstairs in my house, right?" Her stingy parents couldn't bear to spend such money.

"Well, dress up nicely, I'll pick you up at nine o'clock."

The wedding company arranged by Ye Beicheng came on time with two makeup artists. Jingya was naturally beautiful, and she looked like a blooming flower with a little sculpting.

"Xiaoya, Dad is really proud of you. Son-in-law Ye sent a lot of betrothal gifts this morning."

Yu Sanshun circled around her daughter courteously, while Song Qiulian was still spreading out wedding candies downstairs, she said it was wedding candies, but in fact she was just elated.

"Not only the dowry, but also a lot of money, right?"

Father Yu smiled: "Well, I gave some."

"Give some? How much is it?" No need to guess, it's a lot of money.

At [-]:[-], Ye Beicheng came to greet the bride, and more than [-] cars were parked downstairs. The grand scene and momentum saved Jingya enough face, and Yu's father and mother were even more excited from ear to ear.

The daughter who once thought they could not get married will no longer be the object of their troubles.

Ye Beicheng appeared at Jingya's house in a gorgeous dress, Yu's father and Yu's mother who greeted him couldn't believe that this handsome man would become their son-in-law.

"Dad, hello. Mom, hello." Ye Beicheng bowed and smiled.

"Oh, hello son-in-law, hello son-in-law!" The two nodded flattered and hurriedly led him into the room.

The moment he saw Yu Jingya, Ye Beicheng was surprised, no, to be precise, he should be surprised.

It's impossible to describe that gorgeous but elegant, elegant and graceful beauty. Even though he didn't have the slightest admiration for her, he still couldn't ignore the throbbing feeling.

"It's almost time, shall we go?" He reached out to pull her up.

"Wait a minute" a shrill roar swept from far to near, Jingya raised her eyes in surprise, it turned out to be Yin Mo.

"Ye Beicheng, if you want to take away the bride, you have to pass my test!" She blocked Jingya panting.

"What's the matter?" Ye Beicheng smiled and said, "Do you want a red envelope?"

Yin Mo teased: "Red envelopes are indispensable, but well, you have to make a promise to Jingya in front of all of us."

Jingya stretched out her hand to poke her waist in embarrassment: "Stop making trouble."

Knowing that the relationship between her and Ye Beicheng is still so tight, it's too cruel.

"Okay." Ye Beicheng cleared his throat: "Let me go."

"Honey, I will take care of you for the rest of my life, no matter how the world changes, I will never leave you."

"..." God knows, the hairs of the person who was confessed stood on end.

Jingya stood up: "Dad, Mom, I'm leaving." She said it calmly, and so did the listeners.

Holding Ye Beicheng's arm, step by step, he left this home that he had lived in for more than twenty years, but he had no nostalgia for it.

This walk is really gone, maybe I won't come back, even if I come back, it will be a different mood and position.

The wedding scene was far more grand than she had imagined. There were thousands of people in the auditorium, and the guests were all prominent figures in the business and political circles.

Even if she lowered her head, she could feel the probing gazes cast on her.

This is a very uncoordinated marriage in the eyes of the outside world.

From the beginning, I knew it.

As the wedding march played, the master of ceremonies recited the same wedding lines, and Jingya's mind was buzzing. She peeked at Ye Beicheng, just as he was also looking at her. Their eyes collided, and Ye Beicheng smiled meaningfully.

The wedding ceremony is finally over, and the next step is to deal with the toast.

Jingya changed into a bright red dress, and followed Ye Beicheng to the most important table.

It was also here that she met Ye Beicheng's grandfather Ye Zhishan for the first time.

"Jingya, this is my grandfather."

Ye Beicheng pointed to an old man who was nearly sixty years old. He had a ruddy complexion, an amiable smile, and looked Jingya up and down with shrewd eyes.

"Grandpa, hello."

"Okay, grandpa will give you a red envelope, take it." Ye Zhishan nodded in satisfaction, and handed her a red envelope.

"Thank you, grandpa." Jingya took it.

The next step is to greet the future in-laws. Compared with the kindness of Grandpa Beicheng, the attitude of these two is obviously cold.

"Dad, mom."

"En." Dou Huayue indifferently stuffed a red envelope for her, rather than stuffing it, it was more like throwing it away.

Jingya felt very wronged, but on such an occasion, she could only force herself to smile.

After greeting the relatives of the Ye family one by one, and greeting all the guests, after a whole day, I was completely exhausted.

After seeing off all the guests, Yu Jingya and Ye Beicheng finally left the hotel. However, before the car started, something unexpected happened.

(End of this chapter)