Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband Chapter 1731: One Thousand Push-Ups

So that’s what "giving birth" means, and this big, red apple is another prop for the wedding prank.

Celeste Linden, gaining some insight, stood dumbfounded, undecided whether to eat the apple in her mouth or not, and she looked at Ethan Barnes across from her.

Ethan Barnes lazily leaned against the headboard, casually chewing on an apple slice, his gaze resting on her face, carrying a faint smile, as if he was amused by her.

Celeste Linden: "..."

"Alright, let’s play a little game. Everyone knows our General is physically strong and incredibly intimidating. So, why don’t we have the groom do a thousand push-ups here?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Everyone immediately echoed.

Celeste Linden also wanted to applaud—yes, let him do a thousand push-ups and wear himself out.

Now it’s nothing to do with her; she can sit back and enjoy the show.

"Bride, lie on the blanket, let the groom do push-ups over you, and count for him. Call stop when he reaches a thousand."

Celeste Linden, who was just joyous, instantly felt like she fell from heaven to hell. Why... does it also involve her?

Everyone pulled Celeste Linden up, laid down a thick blanket, then reluctantly pushed Ethan Barnes over, "Groom, hurry up and start your performance."

Ethan Barnes lazily moved, then leaned down, placing his hands beside Celeste Linden’s body, beginning to do push-ups.

Doing push-ups was easy for him; up and down, the tension in his arms beneath his ceremonial robe revealing his strong and enticing muscular curves.

"One, two, three... one hundred, one hundred and one... two hundred... five hundred..."

Everyone counted together, and soon Ethan Barnes reached five hundred. He started sweating, a layer of crystalline sweat covering his forehead, then dripping down.

Plop, his sweat dripped onto Celeste Linden’s face.

Celeste Linden passively watched the man above her, his handsome, unparalleled face moving in and out of proximity, and the healthy masculine scent following exertion was overwhelming.

At this rate, his sweat would drench her face.

Celeste Linden raised her hand, using her sleeve to lightly wipe his forehead.

Hahaha.

"Look, the bride is considerate. The groom is sweating so much, and the bride is heartbroken."

"Groom, there’s still half of the push-ups left. You must be enjoying these push-ups immensely."

Celeste Linden was overwhelmed by the commotion and turned her eyes away.

Ethan Barnes showed no sign of stopping, maintaining a steady rhythm, and soon completed all thousand push-ups.

"Nine hundred ninety-eight, nine hundred ninety-nine, one thousand, done!"

Finally reached.

Celeste Linden let out a long sigh of relief, prepared to get up, but then the heavy body above came down, pressing directly onto her, his handsome face buried in her hair, panting.

Celeste Linden was bewildered—what is he doing?

Pfft, hahaha.

Everyone burst into laughter, "The groom couldn’t hold back, started pressing down on the bride—this is something we didn’t pay to see!"

The atmosphere reached a peak.

His sudden weight made it hard for Celeste Linden to breathe. She reached out to push him, "Ethan Barnes, what are you doing, get off!"

"Don’t move, let me take a breath. Otherwise, you try doing a thousand push-ups and see if it’s tiring," he said arrogantly.

"..." This person is simply impossible to communicate with.