The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1810 - 1824: Finale (5)

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Previously on The King’s Enchanting...
Yu Zexiao attempted to escape but was caught by Leng Yunting, Leng Yunlin, and Ling Yichuan, who had traveled to celebrate his wedding. Jian Anning was also held by Luo Qingxue and Mu Qingyu. While Ling Yichuan assured them the games were harmless and intended to boost their relationship, Yu Zexiao was suspicious. The women took Jian Anning upstairs, reassuring her that the games were mild, like push-ups, and that their children were being looked after. However, upon reaching the bridal chamber, Jian Anning discovered the 'push-ups' were an extreme version.

"Come on, come on, we ladies are sitting this one out."

Jian Anning felt a headache coming on the moment she heard Ling Yichuan’s words.

On the bed, in accordance with traditional customs, were scattered red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds, symbolizing "May you have a child soon"——although they already had two. But Ling Yichuan wanted her to lie directly on the bed?

Wouldn’t these things make her uncomfortable?

Before Jian Anning could say anything, Yu Zexiao spoke up: "Hey, if you guys want to play around, fine, but can you gather up the stuff on the bed? It’s such a mess, how can anyone lie down?"

"How can we toss them away? They’re all auspicious symbols! Don’t you want to ’have a child soon’?" Leng Yunting joked.

"Thanks, but we’ve already got two. Family planning is a basic national policy, don’t you know? You think you can ignore the legal and moral codes of the country like you do... mmph mmph..." At that moment, Leng Yunlin turned and stuffed a red date in his mouth.

Yu Zexiao struggled, coughed a bit, and after a while managed to chew it down. His first question: "Were the red dates washed?"

This clean freak was really unbearable! Ling Yichuan chuckled. "What do you think?"

So, they weren’t washed? Yu Zexiao really wanted to spit it right back, but Ling Yichuan’s group wasn’t too overboard. They bundled up all the peanuts and melon seeds from the cover and tossed them out!

"Please, Mrs. Yu, this way."

Jian Anning braced herself and went forward. She lay on the bed, and soon, under the "attacks" of Leng brothers from both sides, Yu Zexiao was dragged in front of Jian Anning: "Xingxing, don’t say that we brothers don’t have your back. You want to be her husband, right? Besides that handsome face of yours, you should also show some manly prowess, right? Here’s the deal, do push-ups over Mrs. Yu. If you can’t do 100 of them, then you’re not qualified!"

"Yeah, how can you call yourself a man if you can’t do push-ups? Come on—" This action, any man understands it. You can’t say perfecting this move guarantees your lady’s "happiness," but if you can’t even perform it, there surely won’t be much "happiness"!

They gave Yu Zexiao a push, landing him on top of Jian Anning. Yu Zexiao pleaded: "Don’t you guys know there have been news reports recently about grooms committing suicide from teasing during the wedding games! Isn’t this a bit much?"

"How is this the same? We aren’t painting your face, nor are we whipping or mistreating you, nor making you eat weird mixed dishes—just want to see if you have what it takes, and if you’re still a man? Can’t even do 100?"

"Or, let us each draw a turtle on your face, and once we’re done, you don’t need to do anything else."

Without another word, Yu Zexiao started doing push-ups.

"Remember, don’t stop midway and fall on Anning. We have someone checking on this, and if you lose, you’ll have to accept the ’punishment’!"

Ling Yichuan grinned slyly, eager to see him embarrassed.

Yu Zexiao immediately bent down and started. He usually trained to keep in shape, so 100 push-ups were no big deal. But the problem was, he had Jian Anning underneath him.

Unexpectedly, when he reached 50, Ling Yichuan suddenly shouted: "We’re increasing the difficulty now!"