Chapter 205: Who Do You Like the Most?

Chapter 205: Who Do You Like the Most?

After finishing his late-night snack, Cheng Ge was restless and jittery, so he started thrashing around on the bed.

He kicked his legs, rolled over, and did several sets of push-ups with a loud thud, dead set on turning himself into an invincible hunk.

He collapsed only when he was panting like a dog, staring at the canopy like a zombie. After a long moment, he let out a "tsk" and mumbled to himself.

"This is so messed up. This young master is so handsome, so refined in martial arts—how come no girl has made a move on me?"

Cheng Ge turned over, grabbed the blanket in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

But after that whole business with the broken engagement last time, he got it all figured out.

He still hadn't shaken off the poison. If he croaked one day, he'd be leaving some poor girl a widow, wouldn't he? Better focus on not dying first.

Once his thoughts started drifting, they were hard to rein in.

He couldn't help but start fantasizing: if he really could marry someone someday, what would his future wife look like?

Hmm... She should probably be slender and delicate, the kind that makes you go 'aww'?

As soon as he sketched a vague, graceful silhouette in his mind, he immediately dismissed it.

No way, someone that fragile would probably be a twig.

Better to have someone healthy, even someone who could knock him out.

Right! No matter what, health is number one, no question.

What about personality? Sweet and thoughtful? The kind that brings you soup when you're sick? But just as this thought popped up—

"—Bleh—"

"Boom—" Cheng Ge felt as if something had exploded in his head. He shot up in terror, his eyes wide as saucers.

Oh man! Oh man! I'm done for, aren't I?!

How come when I think of my future wife, I see a dude's face?!

Could it be that because a man confessed to me during the day, the shock was so great that my brain broke?

He stared blankly at the bed, his heart pounding with panic. I must be possessed or something!

Maybe I should have Funiang call that Taoist priest over for another exorcism tomorrow?

I heard his holy water is pretty powerful. Whether it works or not, I'll just down two bowls and see what happens...

His thoughts drifted farther and farther, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier, unable to resist the encroaching sleep.

Before long, the sound of his deep, even breathing came from the bed.

...

The red candles burned high, and the room was filled with a warm, fragrant aroma.

Cheng Ge clutched a jade ruyi, his heart pounding in his throat as he shuffled over to the bed where the bride sat.

He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly, as he extended the ruyi under the red veil and slowly lifted it.

The veil slid down gradually. He tilted his head slowly, but when he saw the face before him—

Cheng Ge: Holy shit!!! Holy shit!!!

Just then, a gust of wind suddenly blew open the window, sending the red veil flying across the floor. He turned to look at the bedside!

Cheng Ge: "!!!"

The red candles flickered in the halo of light, and the cloying sweetness turned thick, choking him.

Cheng Ge's legs went weak, and he landed on his butt. Then he scrambled away sideways.

But unexpectedly, he slammed straight into a firm, warm chest, and a cold, aloeswood scent instantly enveloped him.

He recoiled in shock, then lunged in another direction.

His fingers only grabbed a slippery, ice-cold piece of gold-brocaded red silk—he was blocked again.

He looked up. All around him were walls of red wedding dresses.

The vision shook violently. Those vivid outlines, those blurry faces, swirled into a dizzying crimson vortex.

With a loud thud, he slammed back-first into the door. It seemed to offer a sliver of hope.

He turned and dug his fingers into the ice-cold wooden door, searching for any gap.

But in the end, his fingers only touched the heavy, cold lock in the center of the carved door.

He kicked it twice, but it didn't budge—someone had locked it!!!

His ears were ringing, and his heart was in his throat.

Panting and trembling, he turned around, pressing his back against the freezing door, with no retreat left.

Before him, a shadow swallowed him whole. The huge red wedding dress radiated a suffocating pressure in the flickering candlelight.

The air felt thick, every inch filled with tension and unease.

That massive shadow was already upon him. He tilted his head back, his pupils trembling.

"Stay... stay away..." Cheng Ge couldn't even speak; cold sweat streamed down his face, and he felt like he could barely breathe.

...

On the bed, Cheng Ge jolted awake. He sat up with a start, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, his heart hammering.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, and the silence was so deep he could hear his own heartbeat.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, and let out a long sigh of relief, muttering, still shaken:

"...More money, I have to give the Taoist priest more money tomorrow... This demon is too strong..."

Cheng Ge's eyes snapped open, staring fixedly at the intricately carved canopy above the bed, looking spaced out.

Clearly, his soul hadn't come back from that nightmare wedding from last night.

He lay there motionless, like a total shell.

After what felt like an eternity, his eyes finally crept open and moved stiffly.

He slowly raised his arm and touched the area around his eyes.

The skin under his fingertips was swollen; he didn't need a mirror to know his handsome face was ruined.

"What a damn shame..." a hoarse, bitter sigh escaped his dry throat.

In a daze, he heard Lü Rou's soft call and footsteps outside the door.

Lü Rou helped Cheng Ge up, who was like a puppet with its strings cut.

The warm towel on his face brought a moment of clarity, but then an even deeper drowsiness set in.

Lü Rou's nimble fingers wove through his hair, coiling it, adjusting his crown, and helping him dress.

Throughout it all, Cheng Ge cooperated like an emotionless puppet, his eyes vacant, his mind elsewhere.

But his brain was racing, frantically replaying recent events.

"Sss—" Cheng Ge drew a sharp breath, finally grasping the crux of the problem!

"Hey guys, don't forget to tap that 'Power for Love' button, okay?"