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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nMing Ansheng wore a black suit and tuxedo while Tang Feiling wore a white wedding gown with elaborate details. She wound her arm around his as she stood beside Ming Ansheng.

nBoth of them were facing the photographer, although their expressions couldn’t be any more different.

n“Closer!” The photographer raised his camera as he observed Ming Ansheng’s expression. He didn’t dare to instruct him and hence spoke only to Tang Feiling. “Bride, please get closer to the groom. Yes … good!”

nThe photographer repeatedly pressed the shutter button.

nTang Feiling sneakily kept throwing meaningful glances at her friend.

nHer friend snapped enthusiastically away and uploaded the photos of Ming Ansheng and Tang Feiling online.

nIn the photo, the gorgeous-looking man was dressed smartly in a formal suit, looking regal and dignified.

nBut his good-looking face had no trace of any emotions.

nHowever, this didn’t affect the blessings they received from acquaintances and strangers. Everyone was gushing over the photos as they wished them happiness.

n“Okay!” The photographer gestured that they had finished a series of photos. He pressed on, “Please get changed.”

n“That’s enough,” Ming Ansheng coldly replied and flung Tang Feiling’s hand away. He marched stiffly towards the dressing room.

n“Ansheng…” Tang Feiling hurried after Ming Ansheng.

nMing Ansheng ignored her and continued to walk away in big strides.

n“Hmph!”

nTang Feiling halted her footsteps and stomped her feet angrily. “Ming Ansheng, stop wherever you are!”

nAlthough they were supposed to take just a few photos, there was no way she would want to display photos of her in just one wedding gown at the wedding.

nThe more she mulled over it, the angrier she became. So, she thundered her way to the dressing room.

nMing Ansheng was inside the dressing room, but Tang Feiling abruptly barged in.

nThe door swung wide open with a bang.

nMing Ansheng had just taken off his shirt and he was half-naked. Instinctively, he spun around.

n“Tang Feiling, what are you doing?” he yelled and threw Tang Feiling a glare.

nHis rage shocked Tang Feiling, and she had half a mind to flee right away. Just then, she caught an accidental glimpse of Ming Ansheng’s right chest.

nHer face fell instantly, and she clenched her teeth in a rage.

n“Feiling!”

nHer friend came bustling inside, but Tang Feiling left the dressing room. She stretched her hand to snatch the phone away from her friend and clicked on WeiBo.

nShe searched for Su Yue’s half-naked photo that was taken a day before.

nThe original post had been deleted, but the photo had been reposted on various websites. She stared at the tattoo on Su Yue’s chest and thought of Ming Ansheng’s tattoo.

n‘If I can recognize you from the photo, do you think I would be the only one who can?’

nTang Feiling’s eyes were consumed with flames of jealousy and hatred.

nShe muttered Su Yue’s name under her breath.

n“What are you looking at?” Tang Feiling’s friend noticed her expression and expressed her concern rather worriedly.

nMing Ansheng came out of the room and her friend nudged her. “Your husband is here.”

nTang Feiling heard the word ‘husband’ and her jealousy was replaced with smugness. She stowed the phone away and turned around. Ming Ansheng was headed in her direction.

nShe smiled and strode towards him. “Ansheng.”

nMing Ansheng wore a deadpan expression and swept past her without a word, as though she was invisible.

nTang Feiling was so livid that she almost broke her fingers.

nShe would never allow anyone to snatch the title young mistress of the Ming Family and the wife of Bright Vision’s President away from her. Over her dead body!

nMing Ansheng exited the building and a gust of cold wind hit him. He got in his car and took out the cigarette case. He lit one out of frustration and took a few puffs.

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