Who exactly is LingYun?

Someone knocked on the door while Zixin's normal gaze was about to grab Yuxuan's intense desire that he had been holding inside just to not cross the limit before the marriage.

Zixin took a moment to open the door.

Only then did Yuxuan gush out a sigh and drop his butt on the bed.

It was the maid informing him, "Sir, little madam is playing in her room, and everyone left for the wedding site. It will take them five hours to return. Master wants to make sure you sleep early." She handed him a phone and told him that Zixin's father was on call.

"Sleep early, Zixin; good night."

"Okay, Pa," he replied and gave back.

The maid left, Zixin closed the door, turned around to Yuxuan, and found he was dozing.

"Sleep already?" He discouragedly moaned, moving towards the bed. "Good for you." A brief, hopeless sigh escaped his lips as he sat and leaned over the bed to sleep.

The next day was born. Their wedding day.

Yuxuan was already putting on a suit, and a hairstylist was straightening his hair. The loud steps of an older man and a younger woman's presence announced his bad mood.

"It's been a long day, my grandson," his grandfather voiced nicely, unlike their dark presence.

"Me too, my love."

It was his fiance, an elegant woman with devilish motives.

The mirror in front of him mirrored their arrival. He veered around, buttoning the sleeve's wrist button casually after making sure of the stylist's absence.

"I thought your pride wouldn't let you come here," he said informally to his grandfather.

"Aren't you ashamed to marry another man while I'm here?" His fiance asked.

"Aren't you ashamed to waste your virginity on strangers, Mei Mei?"

"Watch your words, dumbass!" She growled.

He then looked at his not-so-disturbed grandfather. "Do you think you can buy the so-called giant gentleman Zixin just with your money?" An air-mixed chuckle escaped his lips. "He has more than we have."

"I know," Grandfather replied, tension free.

"Good then," Yuxuan smiled.

"Then excuse me." Grandfather excused himself politely. Mei Mei followed him once after shooting an intense frown at Yuxuan.

A long-haired woman, who appeared to be 30 years old, entered Zixin's room alone.

"Hi, Zixin!" With a lovable smile, she proclaimed her arrival.

Not to delay, Zixin exclaimed, running to her and hugging her tightly. "Mrs. Lau, it's been a long month since I got a sight of you."

He cupped her chin, getting a great view of her young face, and asked, "You didn't age at all; what technique are you using?"

"Want to know?" she sounded mysterious.

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Come closer then," she commented. He leaned closer, showing his ear to her mouth.

She whispered something, which raised his eyebrows in shock. With a mistrustful look on his face, he asked, "Do you mean it?"

She nodded firmly. Suddenly she expressed a frown, asking, "What did you do to my husband? He kept nagging you in the middle of our conversation."

"Nothing," Zixin lied.

"Don't make him angry; be a good man!" She advised. She sounded more like an order.

"All will be under your condition, Your Majesty," he saluted, turning into a loyal soldier.

She let out a chuckle at his cuteness before leaving the room.

He turned around, dazing his spontaneously glinting handsomeness in the mirror, a delightful smile crawling around his lips. The presence of someone caused him to drop his smile in a trice. Pulling an instant fury, he turned around to look at LingYun, who was just stunned by seeing Zixin in the wedding suit.

"So cute!"

LingYun complimented him, stepping forward bemusedly with raised hands to get a touch of Zixin's soft, fair cheek.

In a strike, Zixin dodged his hand. Not flunked to screech his stare at him.

"It's not too late; stop the marriage!" LingYun suggested.

Zixin looked away. "It's none of your business."

LingYun gripped Zixin's chin and twirled it to make him contact his eyes. "Love you, Zixin. Why do you keep avoiding me?" He calmly groused.

Zixin drifted his gaze away from him again.

LingYun's heavy breath escaped his lips. He shoved Zixin away from blocking the chair, and he sat in it as Zixin stood leaning on the makeup table.

LingYun pulled him by his waist, looking up at his turned-away face. He could barely get Zixin's eyes past his jaw, which was acting as a barrier to block his sight. Despite that, he decided to bury his forehead in his stomach.

"This is not just love, Zixin. And I'm not here for Yuxuan. I think you know what I want; don't be stupid enough to lose me."He proclaimed it with regret, looking up at him after receiving nothing in response.

Zixin glimpsed at his watch once. Fifteen minutes left to strike at 10:15 a.m. It was time for his wedding.

"My mama will be here soon; if you are done talking, just leave without making a scene."

LingYun pinched Zixin's hip.

"Ah!!" Zixin screamed and shot a frantic look down at him immediately.

"How dare you ask me to leave? Forgotten who I am?" LingYun snarled, unlike how he conserved his calm all this time.

Zixin quickly ripped off his eye contact with him. With an inadequate, courteous voice, he apologised, "Sorry."

One sec! Zixin stopped himself from being guilty. Why should I say sorry? He asked himself, forcefully releasing himself from LingYun's grip. As a result, his waist pumped on the makeup table, and he grunted at LingYun.

"Why should I apologise to you? It's not like I'm dating countless mates and sleeping around. It's you! Can you at least count the people you have dated?" He spoke out breathlessly.

As he gasped for air, LingYun went soft instantaneously. "I don't love them; they were the ones who wanted to be with me. Yuxuan is one of them."

Zixin folded his fist and tightened his rage without having the courage to hit him. However, he gathered his guts to talk back at him.

"Do not pronounce his name with your mouth!"

"Okay, I don't." LingYun promptly agreed to calm Zixin down. He then stood up to leave and tapped his shoulder friendly before saying, "Marry him; it's not like we can't be together. I have also been married two times."

He pierced at him as he walked towards the door and requested, "Leave Biao alone. He is innocent."

LingYun showed thumps up, opening the door.

"Thanks for not revealing your identity to Yuxuan, Guo."

Zixin's mildest voice stopped him from stepping out of the room. Did he call me by my name? He asked himself, turned around, and dazed at his vehemence-free eye contact.

"I'm not like you, stupid!" He seriously toned and left the room.