The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1799 - 1813: The Grand Finale (Part 16)

"Honey, look at the state he’s in already... and you still wanna help him? In my opinion, if we don’t extort at least a million or so out of him, we are not letting him through this door!" Mu Qingyu immediately switched sides.

On this side, Yu Zexiao and the guys saw Leng Yunlin over there talking for quite a while, and thought he’d settled it, finally letting out a sigh of relief. They were just about to stride in full of swagger to get the bride, when they instead saw Leng Yunlin swaggering right back. Yu Zexiao was about to praise him when he heard Leng Yunlin burst out angrily, "I’ve decided! Tonight I am not going to mess up your bridal chamber or eavesdrop at your wall, and you can forget about seeing the bride today!"

Well, that was just great. Not only did they fail to get the door open, they actually had one of their own turned against them!

Their side instantly fell into chaos. At this critical moment, Mo Siyu stood out with an imposing air: "Alright, alright, I’ll give it a shot!"

Yu Zexiao patted his shoulder, genuinely moved: "Bro, when it counts, you’re still the reliable one! Whether I can get a wife today is all on you!"

Mo Siyu gave him a very arrogant look: "Relax! If they won’t agree, I’ll charge right in and personally drag Anning out here for you! Make sure you get to hold your wifey fast!"

The brothers all pinned their hopes on him, and Mo Siyu went up in matching high spirits, squaring his shoulders as he walked. When he reached the door, he didn’t waste any words, just let out a loud shout, exuding the spirit of ’see injustice on the road, shout once, when it’s time to strike, then strike’: "Hey, you all, move it, move it! Let our Xingxing hurry up and bring his wife out! If you delay the lucky hour, can you afford to take that responsibility?"

He hadn’t even gotten to the next sentence when Zhao Ziyin jumped out, grabbed his ear without a word and gave it a hard twist. Her other hand went to her waist as she started yelling in a rather bold manner: "Bastard! What did you just say! You dare point fingers at me? You got a death wish or what!"

"Hey hey hey, wifey, wifey, let go, let go!" Mo Siyu, who had been all arrogant and domineering just a second ago, instantly turned spineless, dropping to his knees, snotty and teary as he hugged Zhao Ziyin’s leg: "Wife, I was wrong, I swear, I’ve got an eighty-year-old mother above and a two-year-old kid below! Wife, please be merciful, don’t make me sleep in the guest room tonight, okay? Huh?"

"Hahaha." The first one to laugh turned out to be the carefree Mo Yangyang. Right then his dad was kneeling, putting them at the same eye level. He even thoughtfully dug a piece of milk candy out of his little pocket and stuffed it in front of his dad: "Dada, candy, eat!"

Pathetic. So damn pathetic. Mo Siyu being this spineless left their side bitterly disappointed. In the end, everyone turned their eyes to Ling Yichuan: "Yichuan, your turn!"

Ling Yichuan just smiled: "Me? I don’t have time to play games with you guys—"

In truth, he was afraid that when he got married in the future, they’d screw with him the same way, so he absolutely refused to take part in their pranking.

The group tried every way they could to persuade Ling Yichuan, but he wouldn’t budge, so they turned to Qin Xian: "Qin Xian, you’re the youngest! And your health’s not good, plus you don’t have a wife! As long as you walk up to them, clutch your chest, and faint, I guarantee they won’t dare give you a hard time!"

Qin Xian had a congenital heart condition. Hearing Yu Zexiao’s words, he only smiled and said nothing. But the moment he stood up, his face went pale, he clutched his chest and collapsed—Yu Zexiao and the others were thrown into a total panic, scrambling to save him; they didn’t have the mind to go snatch the bride anymore.