Chapter 9: The Consequences of Fleeing a Marriage [1]

Watching Qin Haoxuan standing beside the red convertible Maserati, preparing to pull open the door and jump in, Li Xiaoxue hurried after him, clutching her long white veil dress. "Haoxuan-ge, wait for me!"

"Hong, get in the car, quick!" Seeing the white-veiled bride chasing after him, Qin Haoxuan opened the door, got in, and started the engine in one seamless motion. He slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the car zoomed off at 150 km/h.

Seeing Qin Haoxuan flee as if she were a plague, Li Xiaoxue stomped her feet in anger. Without a second thought, she threw the bouquet in her hands forcefully toward the direction the car was speeding. It landed right on Qin Haoxuan's head, eliciting a scream of pain.

Qin Haoxuan rubbed his head. "Holy crap, what does this woman eat? Her arms are so strong! She hit my head so hard, it hurts!"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Gao Hong shot Qin Haoxuan a glance and said coldly, "You should be thankful she threw a bouquet and not a shoe."

Qin Haoxuan was speechless.

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When economics are linked to politics, journalists tend to be quite reserved and cautious, but when economics are tied to entertainment, they become incredibly excited and frenzied.

The next day, gossip regarding the Qin family's wedding of the century flew through the air like snowflakes, occupying the front-page headlines of the entertainment sections of all major newspapers.

"Qin Haoxuan Turns Out to Prefer Men Over Women"

"Numerous Ex-Girlfriends Attend Ceremony Dressed in Mourning Clothes"

"Qin Haoxuan Flees Wedding; Bride Throws Shoe at Heartless Man Outside Church"

"Holy crap, what kind of journalists are these? The reporting is completely inaccurate. The bride clearly threw a bouquet yesterday, not a shoe." After reading the news all morning, Qin Haoxuan finally moved his gaze away from the webpage. He propped his head up with one hand in a pensive pose, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart. He hadn't expected a wedding escape to cause such a massive stir.

"Stay with me for a while to lie low. If you go home now, you'll definitely suffer," Gao Hong said, patting Qin Haoxuan on the shoulder.

"Sigh, that's the only option for now. Your place is the safest. My dad has definitely ransacked the homes of all my brothers in the Jiuding Gang," Qin Haoxuan smiled helplessly at Gao Hong.

Just one month ago, Qin Haoxuan had met the heavenly Gao Hong in a bar. The two of them had spent the night drinking beer and chatting about everything under the sun. It truly felt as if they had met too late; they immediately became brothers, spending their days eating, drinking, and playing together.

Who would have thought the good times wouldn't last? Half a month ago, Qin Haoxuan suddenly received an ultimatum from his father saying he had to marry immediately to bring "joy" to his sick grandfather.

Sigh, who doesn't know that Old Man Qin has a great appetite and excellent health? Every time he's hospitalized, he's just faking it. And that thing, "bringing joy through marriage"—this isn't the old society, what kind of joy is he supposed to bring!

As for marriage, he was only eighteen. His wonderful life had just begun, and his ideal of picking up girls had yet to be realized. How could he willingly be locked within the city walls?

Thinking of this gave him a headache. "Hong, I'm going to sleep for a bit. I didn't rest well last night." Qin Haoxuan walked toward the bedroom.

Gao Hong gave an "mm" as he watched Qin Haoxuan's retreating back. At that moment, the iPhone in his hand vibrated; he had received an unread text message. He opened it discreetly. The content: *Everything is settled!*

A faint smile curled at the corners of his mouth. Gao Hong sat down in front of the computer and opened a webpage. The financial news headline read: "Qin Group Stock Plummets; Board of Directors Increasingly Skeptical of Qin Family's Third-Generation Successor."

Gao Hong crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and sank into the wide sofa. Watching the blue smoke curl slowly upward, he thought: *Good. Everything is proceeding according to my plan.*