Hidden Marriage Chapter 2158 - Wedding Night 2

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Who else?! Who’s giving the second question?” Excitement surged through Tang Lang in an instant.

Feng Xiaoxiao scanned the group of girls before choosing Zhuang Keer. “Keer, you’re up!”

“Huh… Me?” Zhuang Keer stepped forward with hesitation. “Give me a moment to think!”

Moments later, Zhuang Keer announced, “Hmm, my question is: what dress did Xiao Xi wear at the Golden Film Awards?”

Lu Tingxiao answered without a second thought. “Nirvana Reincarnated series in maroon.”

Zhuang Keer nodded in approval. “Correct.”

Feng Xiaoxiao stood there in shock. “That’s all? Keer, you’re going too easy! Way too simple!”

Tang Lang looked irritated. “Aren’t you the odd one out? You expect every girl to act like you?”

Zhuang Keer added, “This isn’t simple at all. Not even Xiao Xi’s die-hard fans could recall every single dress she donned at various events.”

Feng Xiaoxiao conceded defeat, allowing them to advance.

Just one final question remained for the first stage.

Feng Xiaoxiao turned toward Ning Tianxin. “Third question: guess Tianxin’s favorite painting! Nail it on the first attempt!”

Tang Lang objected loudly, “How’s this any different from the first one!?”

Feng Xiaoxiao shot him an eye roll. “Relax. I’m done being harsh! Tianxin’s got her answer ready, and if you guess right, you pass for sure!”

Lu Jingli muttered under his breath, “Still sounds tough!”

Feng Xiaoxiao arched her brows. “Come on! Consider who’s in that room—the pinnacle of Chinese beauty, the Nation’s Goddess! A touch of challenge is fair, right?”

Lu Tingxiao gave a nod. “True enough.”

Lu Jingli went silent. Whose team was his brother really on?!

Deep concern gripped him over his brother abandoning his standards!

Lu Jingli turned to Qin Mufeng. “Hey, Dr. Qin, you’re nearest to the beauty here. Got the answer?”

Qin Mufeng appeared conflicted. “She favors Monet, sure, but he has tons of works. No clue which one’s her top pick!”

Despair washed over Lu Jingli. “We’re doomed—my brother’s stumped too!”

“Time’s up! Finished chatting?” Feng Xiaoxiao clutched a slip of paper bearing Ning Tianxin’s response.

“Hurry! Ideas?” Lu Jingli urged the group.

Worry etched Qin Mufeng’s face. This tied straight to that demon’s joy. Botch it, and death might follow?

“Impression, Sunrise? Luncheon on the Grass? Or Water Lilies? Water Lilies feels promising… though uncertain…” Qin Mufeng edged closer to Ning Tianxin. “Tianxin, any hint possible?”

Ning Tianxin looked hesitant. “Um…”

Feng Xiaoxiao wedged herself between them. “Hey! No charming tactics! Get serious! Ten-second countdown starts now. No answer means loss! Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three…”

“Hold on! More thinking time!”

“No hints allowed at all?”

Abruptly, a raspy voice cut through the crowd—

“Zero’s ‘Prison Cage’.”

Mo Lingtian had spoken.