Chapter 390: Murong Bufan Almost Dying of Anger

Disguised, unable to face anyone.

This was Murong Bufan’s current state.

He had no choice; after all, being publicly humiliated was too embarrassing.

Ever since he was thrown into a stinky ditch at the Wang family’s wedding, his disgrace had spread throughout half of Yongling Town.

Especially among the households near the Wang residence, everyone was gossiping about his failed wedding crash.

Therefore, to avoid the strange looks from everyone and to prevent Wang Haoran from noticing him.

Murong Bufan changed out of his flamboyant clothes and styled hair, disguising himself as an ordinary passerby.

Then he stationed himself at a teahouse near the Wang family estate.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister Wang Yuxi.

“Not seeing her yesterday means sister Yuxi didn’t attend the wedding… and she’s always been a homebody, so she probably hasn’t heard the rumors…”

“She probably doesn’t know about my… situation…”

Feeling deeply embarrassed in front of the woman he admired, Murong Bufan could only hope for this.

The reason he was so eager to come.

First, to ask his sister why his mother married that scoundrel Wang Haoran.

Second, to see his sister’s gentle smile and comfort his troubled heart.

“That scoundrel Wang Haoran, so lucky to climb the ranks of the Mysterious Sanctuary!”

“He must have coerced my mother into marrying him!”

Just as Murong Bufan was fuming, sipping his morning tea and staring at the Wang family’s back gate.

He suddenly saw two figures walking out of the Wang residence.

“It’s Wang Haoran!”

“And… sister Yuxi?!”

Seeing his cousin smiling sweetly at Wang Haoran, Murong Bufan couldn’t help but grip his teacup tightly.

He felt very uncomfortable.

“Sister Yuxi is so innocent, she must not know about Wang Haoran’s despicable actions, and just sees him as her uncle…”

“She has a great relationship with my mother, so naturally, she would have a good impression of Wang Haoran, which is why she’s acting like this…”

“No, I must tell her the truth…”

Just as Murong Bufan was “reasonably speculating.”

Suddenly, in front of his eyes.

A scene that made his eyes widen appeared—

He saw his sister…

Naturally linking arms with Wang Haoran as they walked down the street!

With a face full of happiness!

“Crack—” Instantly, the teacup in Murong Bufan’s hand cracked.

Hot tea spilled all over his hand, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“How is this possible…”

“What exactly… happened…”

“Huff huff… maybe… I mistook someone…”

Although he said this, Murong Bufan still clutched his chest, his face turning pale as he stood up.

Then he quietly followed the two.

Until they arrived at a breakfast stall.

“It shouldn’t be sister Yuxi…”

“My sister is the eldest daughter of the Wang family, with chefs preparing breakfast for her… if she were to eat out, it would be at a teahouse… how could she come to such a simple place…”

“It shouldn’t be… shouldn’t be…”

But, as childhood sweethearts, seeing that familiar figure and face.

How could Murong Bufan convince himself otherwise!

“Why… Wang Haoran married my mother…”

“Sister Yuxi couldn’t not know…”

“Why is she… still like this…”

Seeing the two publicly kissing affectionately.

Murong Bufan almost ground his teeth to pieces, his heart feeling icy cold.

He stood there, dazed, watching for a long time.

Until.

At some point, Wang Haoran seemed to have something to do and temporarily left, leaving a blushing Wang Yuxi waiting happily.

Murong Bufan finally couldn’t hold back and walked over, his voice low.

“Xi’er… why are you doing this with Wang Haoran…”

Feeling betrayed, he stared intensely at Wang Yuxi.

In his complex gaze, besides disbelief, there was also anger, heartache, pain, and sadness.

And finally, a glimmer of hope.

Hoping his sister would explain that she was deceived or forced…

“Xi’er, tell brother Xiaofan, was Wang Haoran forcing you?!”

Unfortunately.

After a moment of confusion, recognizing Murong Bufan, Wang Yuxi just shook her head and calmly replied.

“There’s no forcing, don’t say that!”

“I’ve married Haoran, I’m his, doing this… is very reasonable!”

Wang Yuxi’s fingers unconsciously touched her tender red lips, recalling Wang Haoran’s passionate kiss, her expression shy.

And her demeanor, naturally like a needle, pierced Murong Bufan’s heart.

“But… Xi’er… that scoundrel…”

“Didn’t he marry my mother…?!”

My mother, who is your aunt!

However.

Wang Yuxi didn’t care, “Oh, you’re talking about that.”

Then she casually found an excuse—

“Actually, the engagement was with me, and I was supposed to marry him.”

“But I’m socially anxious, afraid of such lively occasions.”

“So, out of pity, Auntie took my place and married Haoran yesterday!”

Naturally.

After Wang Yuxi finished, Murong Bufan fell silent.

“…………”

He was speechless for a long time—

Sister, your excuse is too ridiculous!

I’m physically impaired, not mentally!

Looking at the familiar beautiful face in front of him, Murong Bufan suddenly felt a bit estranged.

Just as he was about to speak again.

A familiar voice came from behind.

“Xi’er, who are you talking to?”

“It’s my brother Murong Bufan, Haoran!”

Seeing Wang Haoran returning after paying the bill, Wang Yuxi got up and stood by his side, looking intimate.

And Wang Haoran carefully examined the disguised Murong Bufan for a while.

Then, he “suddenly realized”—

“Oh, it’s Xiaofan!”

“Why are you dressed like this!”

“I almost didn’t recognize you!”

Naturally, Murong Bufan was so angry that his teeth were grinding.

But he still wanted to clarify the situation:

“Wang Haoran, did you force my sister?!”

“Of course not! Don’t falsely accuse me again!”

Pulling Wang Yuxi closer, Wang Haoran smiled and explained.

“Xiaofan, I know what you want to ask.”

“Actually, I was supposed to marry Xi’er yesterday.”

“But unfortunately, she’s too shy, not only did she need your mother to take her place for the ceremony.”

“Sigh, even the wedding night… your mother took her place for the whole night!”

“…Impossible! Wang Haoran, you’re lying!”

Such an absurd claim, of course, Murong Bufan didn’t believe it—

But he couldn’t explain it.

Yesterday, his mother, like sister Xi’er now, was happily hugging Wang Haoran…

Murong Bufan’s mind couldn’t help but recall Wang Haoran’s physical reprimand, cursing him all night…

“No—”

“Impossible!”

“Wang Haoran, you think I don’t know! You’re just trying to anger me!”

Tch, so what if you know! If you have the guts, don’t get angry!

Ignoring Murong Bufan’s furious glare, Wang Haoran instead gently stroked Wang Yuxi’s waist.

“Xi’er, you need to be more brave in the future, don’t always rely on Xiaojun!”

“I know!” Wang Yuxi obediently replied.

Then.

Wang Haoran looked at Murong Bufan:

“So, Xiaofan, by title, I’m your brother-in-law, and by fact, I’m your father.”

“All in all, we’re family.”

“Let’s not dwell on the past!”

“Be magnanimous, live in harmony!”

“Impossible!” Murong Bufan naturally refused.

After glancing at his sister nestled in Wang Haoran’s arms, despite his heartache, he pointed at Wang Haoran, trying to speak harshly.

“Wang Haoran, you…”

Unfortunately, he was interrupted by Wang Haoran—

“You want to say I’m amazing, I’m such a generous person, right!”

“I understand!”

“But Xiaofan, you’re not bad either!”

“You’re just… in~ com~ plete!”