Strongest Guard

In Holan Fusu's heart, Helan Xiaoxin was not only his sister, but also his mother.    

For him, Helan Xiaoxin could pay any price, including her life, to do anything, even if it meant being targeted by thousands of men.    

She didn't care.    

She felt that she was living for Fu Su.    

The facts proved that even if Fu Su was imprisoned, the thing she would think about everyday was how to help him become the Patriarch of Helan Family.    

Just like this, if an elder sister, who was like her mother, was unable to recognize her after seeing her disguise because she had learned how to walk vividly as a man, then he wouldn't deserve to be Holan Fusu.    

From the moment she appeared until now, she hadn't even glanced at him.    

However, there was a feeling of kinship that he felt towards his sister. Even though Holan Fusu had already become blind, he could still feel that she was — his sister.    

The man's heart felt as if it had been cut by ten thousand knives at the same time. His face was pale from the pain and he was unable to breathe. Large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and he was no longer able to stand proudly like a man.    

"Brother Fusu, what happened to you?"    

Lin Yiting, who entered the stage with Holan Fusu as his fiancee, was frightened when she found out that her lover was acting weirdly. She hurriedly took out a tissue from her bag and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.    

"No, it's fine."    

Holan Fusu smiled with a pale face and drank from his teacup.    

His hand was shaking violently.    

It was just like how he thought that he was drinking water, but didn't realize that the tea flowed down his chin and onto his chest.    

Lin Yiting panicked even more and quickly wiped it off.    

Holan Fusu no longer knew what his fiancee was doing.    

At this moment, in front of his eyes, in his world, everyone was gone.    

There was only him and his sister.    

He was only nine at the time.    

A nine year old child was exactly the age to enjoy himself.    

That day was a weekend, so he didn't follow his sister's instructions and memorized "Tang Shi Song Ci 300 lyrics" at home. Instead, he had a few cousins his own age who pestered his family's Chief Steward to go for a day's fun at the outskirts of the children's park.    

He had just returned to his room when his sister came in.    

He had a whip in his hand.    

He wanted to run.    

He wailed for mercy and hugged his head.    

In fact, he even resisted.    

However, regardless of whether he begged or resisted, the whip still lashed out viciously.    

He was merciless and merciless.    

Holan Fusu rolled on the ground as his wailing attracted a lot of family members.    

But no one cared.    

This was because He Lan had long since given the order that no one was allowed to interfere no matter what the brother and sister did.    

Being whipped by so many people, Holan Fusu's resentment and frustration could be easily imagined.    

A nine year old child was not very sensible, but he knew too much.    

Especially his little man's dignity.    

He scolded loudly, "Helan Xiaoxin, it's not like you're my dad. My mom, you can't care less about me!"    

Helan Xiaoxin didn't cry. Naturally, she didn't laugh. Her face was cold as she continued to whip harder and harder.    

Until Holan Fusu, who was rolling all over the floor, heavily hit the back of his head on the table and fainted with white eyes.    

By the time he woke up, it was already late at night.    

Weeping softly, echoing in the room.    

As long as he was unconscious, Helan Xiaoxin cried.    

How long had the needle been stuck into the arm she was holding the whip for?    

Since then, Holan Fusu was like a different person.    

All of his time was spent on learning.    

Chess, calligraphy and painting, kickboxing, astronomical geography, ancient, modern, Chinese, foreign, and even astrological divination.    

No one could understand how much hardship Holan Fusu had suffered in the process of growing up.    

However, he himself knew that even if he suffered ten times more than that, it still wouldn't be comparable to what his sister had done for him.    

"If there really is an afterlife, I hope I'm the older brother and you're the younger sister."    

Holan Fusu repeated this line in his heart more than ten thousand times.    

However, he had never said it to his sister. Even if he said it a hundred thousand times, it wouldn't be comparable to what his sister had done for him.    

He understood.    

Why did my sister marry Yue Zitong?    

He also understood why Yue Zitong wanted to marry her sister.    

Of these two women, one was alive for him, and the other was doing his best to make up for it. He had loved her bitterly for many years.    

"I am happy."    

Holan Fusu suddenly looked up and said smilingly to Lin Yiting, who was still cleaning his clothes.    

Lin Yiting was slightly stunned for a moment, and then her face blushed.    

She thought Brother Fusu only said that because he could have her.    

Of course Holan Fusu wouldn't explain.    

He was already able to calmly accept the super gift from his sister, the girl who had loved him dearly for so many years.    

Then, what he needed to do was to live a good life and do his best to fulfill their wish.    

Moreover, he would rather give up his life than allow anyone to bully the two of them.    

Three.    

And Lin Yiting.    

At this moment, Holan Fusu finally forgot about Yue Zitong and officially accepted Lin Yiting.    

Life's epiphany often only lasted for an instant.    

Helan Qunxing clearly sensed his change. She turned her head to look back, her eyes filled with vigilance.    

Holan Fusu smiled, raised his glass and nodded.    

He was no longer worried about Helan Qunxing catching up to him.    

He could guarantee that he would be the future Patriarch of Helan Family's third generation.    

"What happened to him? He - knows who the bridegroom is! "    

After a moment of confusion, Helan Qunxing suddenly came to a realization. A person next to her said in a low voice, "He's here. He's here."    

The bride and groom in the west hall had finally arrived.    

"Wow, the bride is so sexy!"    

Regardless of whether it was the eastern hall or the western hall, regardless of whether it was the highly respected or the arrogant youngsters, when they saw Hua Yeshen, they were all astonished.    

Hua Yeshen, who appeared a full five minutes later than Yue Zitong, had a crushing victory in this segment.    

She knew very well that when her wife appeared, she would give Yue Zitong an indescribable shock, the heaviest blow of all.    

It would not be an exaggeration to say that his wife was a country girl with her current identity.    

Even if he flattered her, he couldn't compare to Chairman Liang, who had married Yue Zitong.    

But to the two brides, Yue Zitong and Hua Yeshen, she had irreplaceable meanings.    

She was Lee Nanfang's wife.    

If it wasn't for the identity of the two grooms being too mysterious and bizarre, Boss Lee, who walked out holding Sister Yeshen's arm, would not have been noticed even after the end of the wedding.    

Who can this be blamed on?    

Who told the bride beside him to be such a peerless beauty?    

Out of the thousands of people present, other than the bride in the east hall, everyone else would lose their luster before her.    

He was even wearing a silly Fuwa mask.    

Sigh, luckily I lost my face this time.    

Lee Nanfang was still able to think things through. He smiled — he did not smile. It was Fuwa who was smiling. She received thousands of gazes like flying knives that flew over with whooshing sounds.    

Most of the time, there was a distinct hostility.    

There had to be at least eight hundred decent people who wanted to kill him and then snatch the bride back home.    

When they appeared, everyone in the West Room stood up.    

With a wave of Director Chenfu's hand, a famous band also played the wedding march, and so on and so forth.    

And applause.    

It was like thunder.    

The noise from the east hall was completely overshadowed.    

Most of the people in the East Room were famous. They had gotten used to restraining their thoughts, even when they needed to clap loudly, scream loudly, and whistle loudly during the wedding ceremony.    

The West Hall was different.    

Other than Long Teng's group, Duan Chuhuang, and the others, most of the others were the club's employees.    

Director Chenfu had a strict order to clap when Director Hua and the groom came together.    

Applause, it would be best if the roof could be overturned!    

This was the best chance to curry favor with their superiors. Hundreds and thousands of employees couldn't even show their respect towards Director Hua who gave them a bowl of rice if they didn't smack their hands to death.    

Lao Hu, whose face was filled with pain, raised his hand to cover his ears and muttered, "I was definitely wrong when I came here."    

"They're already here. If we were to speak of such useless nonsense, they would look down on us."    

Qin Yuguan was still as lazy as ever. He shook the teacup in his hand and lifted his feet. When he was about to put his feet on the table out of habit, his left ear was grabbed.    

He quickly turned his head and saw a gorgeous lady staring at him with killing intent in her eyes. "Can you not embarrass our sisters?"    

"Damn, I just want to make my feet more comfortable, right?"    

Qin Laoqi didn't understand what had happened in the universe that caused him to transform from a hot-blooded man to a man like Xie Qingshang in just a few years.    

Xie Qingshang's biggest characteristic was his fear of his wife.    

It was said that the washboard was broken by seven or eight people. It was a disgrace to all the men of the universe!    

Just as Qin Yuguan finished his sentence, a cold sneer appeared on the beautiful woman's lips. Xinn'er trembled and quickly begged for mercy, "Ah, it's all my fault. It's all -- that bastard Ye Xiaodao taught me badly. "    

Since Yang Xiao was able to disguise as Waitress, it wasn't strange for him to disguise as a male waiter since he didn't want others to know that Master Dao was actually very powerful, Ye Xiaodao.    

Ye Xiaodao, who had already placed his feet on the table, was overjoyed to see Teacher Wuliang's ear being pinched by his wife.    

If it was possible, Master Dao would definitely lead a song for his sister, you sit on the bow.    

However, before he could fully enjoy the joy in his heart, the flames of war suddenly swept through him.    

When his wife looked back, Ye Xiaodao cursed in his heart, "Lao Qin, can you be any more shameless?" "You're clearly my teacher, how could you say that I taught you badly?" Just as he was about to quickly lower his foot, his left ear was in excruciating pain.    

He didn't even need to turn his head to know who its owner was from the three aspects of the hand that was pinching his ear.    

Other than Li Muyu, one of the eight great wives of the teachers, who else could it be?    

Li Moyu especially liked to discipline Ye Xiaodao, just like Mother Yan.    

It was because she had a daughter that she liked Ye Xiaodao a long time ago.    

Twenty years ago, Li Mo Yu was the Second Leader of the Russian vampire bat family. The process of marrying Qin Laoqi was also very tortuous, causing people to be unable to hold back their tears after hearing about it.    

What made Master Dao even more mad was that Li Mo Yu was the most stubborn one among his teachers' wives.    

It was rumored that after she was kidnapped that year, in order to not implicate Qin Laoqi, she brazenly used the ultimate move of perishing together with him — holding the Military Thorn in her hand, and fiercely thrusting towards his lower abdomen. Just to stab himself into the heart before killing a certain villain who was standing behind her and strangling her.    

For such a violent woman, no matter how pretty the daughter she gave birth to was, she would surely inherit some of the big 'merits' from her mother.    

He was a man with ideals. After knowing that he was liked by such a girl, he had to flee as far as he could without delay. He even intentionally picked up flowers to stir up dirt, hoping that his junior sister would be disappointed with him and forget about him like a pile of dog shit.    

But from the looks of it, Ye Xiaodao's self-slander had not been successful.    

"Softer, softer, the bride and groom are here!"    

Ye Xiaodao did not dare to resist and could only quickly divert the attention of his eighth mistress.