Hanks was clearly drunk, his cheeks flushed red.
Stumbling forward, the security guards dared not stop him, and he rushed to the front of the crowd, seemingly disregarding his image entirely.
"Vivian, please, can you come out and see me?"
"Vivian, I truly love you. I can't lose you. Please, just see me, won't you?"
Lin Muci felt a headache coming on.
This guy was already quite strong, and drunk, he was like a runaway bull.
Would it be too strenuous for the system to ask her to charge in now?
Who could control a rampaging bull?
At least Lin Muci felt she couldn't.
She looked at Hanks with a pounding headache.
Ling Qianhe noticed her gaze being drawn to another man and let out a cold snort.
"Aren't my pectorals much stronger than his?"
Lin Muci thought to herself, is this really about pectorals?
Besides, seeing someone else go through the "chasing the wife, crematorium" scenario, wouldn't Ling Qianhe feel even a sliver of guilt?
She snorted.
"What if I married someone else?"
Ling Qianhe fell silent, then retorted, "Aren't you only able to marry me?"
Then he quickly leaned into Lin Muci's ear and whispered,
"If you marry someone else, I'll kill him."
His tone didn't sound like he was joking at all.
Even the system in Lin Muci's mind trembled for a moment.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, host, Ling Qianhe is so crazy and yandere, his killing intent is so heavy. Your little policeman Bai Jian is probably in danger—once he's released, you don't know what Ling Qianhe will do to him. Hurry and explain things to Ling Qianhe."
Lin Muci was practically about to explode with frustration.
"Didn't I explain? I clearly explained, but Ling Qianhe just wouldn't listen to me!"
"Besides, someone replaced his destiny, shouldn't he be grateful!"
The system mumbled, "But you have to tell him, don't you? If you don't tell him, how will he know..."
"How will he know that someone saved him."
Lin Muci pouted in anger, but her current mission was more important.
She pondered in her mind what she should do. Should she rush up and hug Hanks? If she did, Ling Qianhe would probably duel Hanks again.
After much deliberation, she poked the little wolf cub beside her.
"Don't let Hanks duel Vivian's husband."
Ling Qianhe, however, looked at her with burning eyes.
"How do you know they're going to duel?"
Lin Muci imperiously told him to stop asking questions.
"Don't ask why, I just know they're going to duel. You have to rush up and stop them—do you understand what I'm saying?"
Ling Qianhe was noncommittal, neither refusing nor actively agreeing.
Instead, he made a request to Lin Muci.
"Then... kiss me?"
"Don't worry, the security here is very strict, there won't be any paparazzi."
"Even if there are paparazzi who sneaked in, this is Vivian's wedding, and Hanks is causing trouble. The headlines will definitely be about them, and no one will pay attention to us to take photos."
This was actually the truth.
The situation was indeed like that.
Lin Muci pursed her lips, hesitated, and then leaned in to press a faint kiss mark on his lips, asking, "Is this okay?"
...
Ling Qianhe walked over to Hanks. Hanks looked at Ling Qianhe with a hazy gaze, while Ling Qianhe grasped Hanks's shoulder.
He actually knew about the rumors between Vivian and Hanks.
"You bastard!"
"Do you think what you're doing is good?"
"You have no idea how many times Vivian has cried for you!"
"You're the one who personally ruined your relationship. Don't expect her to come back. Do you really think you can bring her happiness?"
Hanks was slightly taken aback, then gasped, staring directly into Ling Qianhe's eyes.
His voice carried a trace of panic.
"You..."
Ling Qianhe didn't let him say another word and punched Hanks square in the jaw, leaving his cheek bruised!
Hanks's anger surged.
"Why did you hit me?"
"You scoundrel!"
"What happens between Vivian and me is none of your business, you Eastern kid. Damn it... you really are damned..."
He cursed, then threw another punch. His fist, the size of a sandbag, aimed to smash into Ling Qianhe's face.
Ling Qianhe dodged the blow and landed a punch to his brow. Hanks cursed indignantly, and three seconds later...
He lay on the ground, unable to get up.
Ling Qianhe's lips curved slightly upwards.
"One, two... three!"
He was like a referee in a boxing ring.
Hanks remained on the ground, unmoving.
The others were shocked and rushed to help Hanks up.
Lin Muci also seized the opportunity to approach. No one dared to touch Hanks, and she called out with difficulty.
"I'm a doctor..."
She rushed forward. Fortunately, Ling Qianhe had judged his force correctly; he knew what he was doing.
Hanks had merely fainted and was not seriously injured.
With such chaos, the wedding ceremony obviously couldn't proceed.
The bride came out and looked at the unconscious Hanks with a complex expression.
"He..."
"Is he alright?"
Beverly Hills also had doctors on standby, who confirmed that Hanks was indeed not seriously injured.
The bride then breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Good, as long as he's alright."
She turned to Ling Qianhe.
"You... you just let him make a scene. You didn't have to stand up for me. Now that an ambulance is coming, who knows how the news media will write about this..."
Lin Muci was a little surprised.
"You know each other?"
World-famous supermodel Vivian, and top Eastern star Ling Qianhe, knew each other?
Ling Qianhe snorted.
"Of course."
His eyes lowered slightly, then he nodded to Vivian and introduced her.
"This is the person I mentioned."
Lin Muci was a bit confused.
Who?
Ling Qianhe had mentioned her to others?
Vivian seemed surprised.
"She's so young? My God, she's truly beautiful."
"If it's her, I can understand why you're still hung up on her, why you're trying so hard. She truly looks like an exquisite Oriental doll... the kind that makes you want to cradle her in your hands and cherish her!"
"Don't worry about Hanks... I'll handle him. Ah, I don't know why he's even showing up."
"I thought I had made it very clear to him that we have absolutely no connection anymore."
"He should just continue his playboy lifestyle! There's no possibility between him and me anymore!"
Lin Muci, however, mused and added a kind word.
"Perhaps... he truly loves you?"
Vivian shook her head. "I can no longer believe his love. He's always like this, making everything a mess. What I want is a stable relationship, a devoted lover."
"Not someone who's fickle, who always moves between different women, a prodigal son who breaks my heart."
Ling Qianhe added at the opportune moment.
"Yes. This is also my view on relationships. I met Vivian during a previous advertisement collaboration."
"Vivian was once heartbroken over Hanks, and she told me the same thing. She, like me, cannot accept the person they love being fickle."
Lin Muci felt a bit guilty.
But then she thought about it.
Why should she feel guilty!
She wasn't being fickle!
She looked at Ling Qianhe with righteous indignation.
Vivian's brows were tinged with a light melancholy.
"Today's wedding banquet cannot be held any longer because of this bastard Hanks... I still need to explain to my fiancé. Sigh, I hope he can understand me."
Vivian sighed.
"I hope he understands that my past with Hanks is truly over."
"I won't go back!"
Lin Muci felt a little wistful.
The system notified her that her points had been credited, and only then did she suddenly realize.
Wait a minute, Ling Qianhe knocked out a Hollywood movie star with one punch.
If there were any paparazzi reporters present, imagine the sensationalized headlines!
She asked him to stop Hanks, but who would have expected him to be so direct and crude, knocking the man out with a single punch.
Ling Qianhe looked innocent.
"This was the fastest way to stop him."
"If he's unconscious, won't the duel be avoided?"
Lin Muci was about to say something more when suddenly she heard a muffled gunshot—she inwardly thought, oh no!
That gun that was supposed to go off!
Whose hand was it in? This was probably going to cause more trouble!