After three rounds of drinks, my cousin Ding Meifeng, the bride, didn't move to any other tables, remaining with her family the entire time.
Xiang Hu had no way to deal with her, so he could only vent his anger on my cousin's father. Halfway through the banquet, a young man with blond hair appeared with a tattooed woman. The woman, already not beautiful to begin with, was now made even more hideous than a ghost.
Upon seeing the young man, his aunt said with some displeasure, "Xiaojun! You're going too far! Your sister's wedding, how can you be late!"
"Oh, Mom, I'm stuck at the factory. Sis, I'm here," Ding Chuanjun said with a playful smile, quickly leaning over. "Cousin, long time no see. I heard you're a big boss now!"
"I don't have time to talk to you. There's no place for you here. Go over there." Zhao An gestured towards the empty seat on the other side, showing no mercy to his cousin, who looked like a delinquent. He was even more disdainful of the woman he brought with him. It was obvious she was a prostitute, likely ravaged by thousands of men. At such a young age, she'd been fucked so hard that her pussy was so loose it couldn't even be scooped out of a water jar with a toothpick.
Ding Chuanjun's expression suddenly changed. Before he could say anything, Ding Meifeng spoke up, "Go over there, little brother. Zhao An's very busy. We'll talk later."
Busy? Busy as hell! It's clearly leisure time now, and we're clearly here for a wedding. If we're not bragging at a wedding, are we bragging during work hours?
Auntie also looked a little displeased. "Xiaojun, be good and sit over there!"
Ding Chuanjun was reluctant, but he had no choice but to sit with his father on the other side. Strangely, his father and mother didn't sit together, but separately. Besides Zhao An, there was no other man at his table. This was a bit outrageous. Dining alone with a bunch of beautiful women?
It was a very strange phenomenon, but not many people noticed.
"Haha, I wonder if that's Ding Chuanjun's girlfriend. If so, it would be fun." Zhao An casually took out a cigarette. Meanwhile, the bride, Ding Meifeng, knowingly picked up her lighter and lit the man's cigarette. Doesn't this seem like a bit of a host-turning-guest move?
Zhao Xinlei's mother wore a playful expression, and she was also a little angry. After all, she was Ding Chuanjun's second aunt, and now she had arrived without even a greeting. This tutoring was truly exceptional. As expected, children raised in such a tolerant family often have various problems. She didn't say anything, simply watching and listening quietly. She took her son's cigarette and smoked with his good friend to ease her displeasure.
Auntie was startled. Although she didn't particularly want to talk to Zhao An, the sight of him brought back memories of herself in the kitchen, forced to call him "husband," and being fucked to death. She felt a little unnatural walking for those two days. And for an elder to be fucked by a younger one was definitely a bit embarrassing! "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Xiaojun's girlfriend?"
"Not really. It's just that many people here have probably had sex with her. Well, to put it simply, your son can't walk more than a few steps without running into a man who's already fucked his girlfriend." Zhao An slowly recounted a trivial incident—truly insignificant. This kind of thing used to only exist in novels, but now he'd witnessed it with his own eyes. He felt nothing, even a little amused!
"What!" his aunt exclaimed. She had never imagined her son would marry a prostitute.
"There's nothing strange about it. With so many women prostitutes, there's always a man to take over. It's a good thing, no need to worry too much," Zhao An said sarcastically. It had nothing to do with him, so he naturally took it as a joke.
"How can this be? I absolutely won't allow him to marry a prostitute!" His aunt was a little furious. This was something even a mother couldn't accept.
"Mom, Xiaojun knows it himself. He's looking for a wife, not you. Don't worry. He's grown up and has his own ideas." Ding Meifeng didn't have much affection for her brother. She just knew he was a complete jerk. He always said he was working, but in reality, he was just fooling around and never working.
She'd had enough of this life. What she wanted was to escape this nightmarish family and live a happy life. Only Zhao An could give her that, and she was willing to sacrifice herself to become his mistress. She'd already given enough for this family; she just wanted a stable life, no more of this constant fear.
Aunt looked at her daughter with some confusion, wondering why she'd become so cold, as if she were disappointed with the family. Thinking of how her husband had forced her daughter to marry a scumbag to pay off his debts, and how she, as a mother, hadn't stopped him, she felt a bit of a failure!
"Well, the child's grown up, and everyone has their own aspirations. Perhaps that girl was forced to do it. Since it was Xiaojun's choice, let him be. Young people have their own judgment. Meifeng is right. It's the child who's getting married, not you. Just be open-minded," Zhao Xinlei counseled. She only agreed with her son's views and remained indifferent to everything else.
My aunt was furious, but she couldn't let herself get carried away at the wedding, so she could only brood a bit.
Even then, Ding Chuanjun noticed that his flirtatious girlfriend seemed much quieter, not as lively as usual. He felt a little puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay. You should hang out with your relatives more often, maybe that'll help you find a job," the prostitute coaxed. She was simply attracted to Ding Chuanjun's naiveté and easy control. Love? Prostitutes don't talk about love, and it's impossible for them to. Talking to a prostitute is a waste of time; it's better to spend money on something more reliable.
"That Zhao An is so infuriating! He actually told me to go away! I'm his cousin after all, and he dared to talk to me like that!" Ding Chuanjun was a little annoyed.
"He's a big boss. He says that because he has the power. Do you have money? If you don't, just accept your fate!" the prostitute's girlfriend counseled.