Chapter 224: Chapter 224 Xiahou Que’s Fiancée
Xiahou Que knelt on the ground, holding the chubby girl’s plump foot as if he were cradling a precious and fragile crystal, so cautiously, fearing it might fall and shatter.
Seeing this, everyone present, except for Wang Yan, was dumbfounded.
Everyone widened their eyes, staring at Xiahou Que and the chubby girl, blinking continuously. At this moment, they would rather believe Xiahou Que was proposing to a man than believe he would kneel before the chubby girl.
However, looking at Xiahou Que’s serious and solemn demeanor, everyone had to believe what they saw.
Just then, a cold breeze blew past, and a strong odor of sweat wafted from the chubby girl’s foot.
The crowd quickly covered their noses and stepped back.
However, Xiahou Que remained oblivious, not only did he continue to clutch that foot tightly but even leaned in, placing a deep kiss on it.
Xiahou Que’s lips pressed against the plump, fatty foot and lingered there, as if he relished the taste and was unwilling to leave for a long time.
Seeing this, the onlookers couldn’t hold back any longer, and one by one they erupted into laughter with a “puff.”
Initially, there were only suppressed giggles, but eventually, the laughter grew uncontrollable, with everyone bursting into hearty laughs, doubling over with amusement, unable to close their mouths.
“What a strong taste!”
“Who would’ve thought Mr. Xiahou enjoys this sort of thing.”
“Congratulations, when’s the wedding feast?”
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Hearing these voices of admiration, the chubby girl finally woke up from her unexpected surprise. Her chubby face beamed with excitement as she shrieked, “Oh my God, I’m finally getting married, hahaha, let’s see who dares say no one wants me now.”
With that, the chubby girl squatted down, wrapped her plump arms around Xiahou Que’s head, and pulled him into her ample bosom, yelling affectionately, “Oh—my Que, we’re getting married tomorrow.”
Then she lowered her head towards the encased Xiahou Que, her greasy lips descending as if to gnaw on a chicken drumstick, heading straight for Xiahou Que’s mouth.
At this, even someone as composed as Beiming Bufan couldn’t hold it in. He restrained his laughter and said to Xiahou Xin, “Congratulations, Xiahou. I’ll definitely attend the wedding, but now that your son is indisposed, we’ll take our leave.”
Saying this, Beiming Bufan hurriedly turned and left, fearing that if he stayed longer, he might laugh in Xiahou Xin’s face.
Seeing Beiming Bufan leave, the other onlookers also uttered a few surface-level congratulatory yet actually mocking words and quickly departed.
Wang Yan and Beiming Xue exchanged a smile and said, “You’re free now.”
Beiming Xue nodded vigorously, her eyes revealing a flash of mixed excitement, gratitude, tenderness, and love.
Ouyang Feiting also went over, took Beiming Xue’s hand, and said happily, “Xue’er, that’s great.”
The three of them laughed, turned around, got into their Maserati, and drove away.
In no time, the guests cleared out, leaving only Xiahou Que and the chubby girl embracing each other and an irate Xiahou Xin standing nearby.
“Xiahou Que, what exactly are you doing? You’ve disgraced the Xiahou family.” Only after everyone had left did Xiahou Xin start to roar.
But Xiahou Que continued to kiss the chubby girl, ignoring Xiahou Xin.
At this time, the chubby girl took a moment from kissing Xiahou Que to raise her face and said to Xiahou Xin, “Dad, you can head back first, we’ll kiss a little longer.”
Hearing this, Xiahou Xin almost went berserk, shouting, “I’m not your dad; you’re my dad.”
At this, the chubby girl went back to kissing Xiahou Que, mumbling indistinctly, “Dad, don’t be formal, it doesn’t matter who’s the dad.”
Seeing this, Xiahou Xin couldn’t stay any longer. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, turned abruptly, and left in a huff.
With everyone gone, Xiahou Que suddenly returned to awareness as if waking from a dream, and his eyes regained clarity.
Just now, it seemed he had a dream where he defeated Wang Yan, forcing him to kneel and hand over Beiming Xue.
Beiming Xue was also mesmerized by his bravery, threw herself into his arms, hugged his arm, and kissed him passionately.
While Xiahou Que was enjoying the kiss dreamily, he indeed felt someone kissing him in reality.
Xiahou Que was overjoyed, thinking: I thought I was dreaming, but it turns out to be true. Hahaha, Beiming Xue, you’re finally not so arrogant! Once I’ve had my fill of you, taken every penny of yours, I will kick you out of the Xiahou family, let you be penniless, wandering the streets. Then let’s see how proud you can be.
As Xiahou Que pondered this, he suddenly saw the person before him clearly.
It seemed the person wasn’t Beiming Xue after all, but rather someone else.
The vague outline appeared to be a woman, but the face was so large and covered in fat that calling her a woman was a bit of a stretch.
Just then, the owner of this large face was still kissing Xiahou Que nonstop. Xiahou Que quickly raised a hand, pushing that large face a bit farther away.
At this point, Xiahou Que finally saw clearly; it really wasn’t Beiming Xue, it was precisely the chubby girl.
Xiahou Que let out a frightened scream, a surge of power surged within him as he pushed the chubby girl over to the ground, then flipped himself over and rolled far away.
Not until he had rolled quite some distance did Xiahou Que dare to stand up. He clutched his chest with one hand and frantically rubbed the grease off his mouth with the other, yelling in terror, “You…what are you doing? What did you do to me?”
The chubby girl sat upright, and if not for her cumbersome weight, she might have already pounced again.
Seeing Xiahou Que questioning her, the chubby girl laughed, “Hubby, we’re just kissing, why are you running?”
When the chubby girl laughed, her eyes were completely squeezed into almost invisible slits by the fat on her face.
The only adjective Xiahou Que could think of at this moment was hideous.
Xiahou Que shook his head, screaming, “What husband, who’s your husband? What nonsense are you spouting?”
The chubby girl laughed, “You just proposed to me in front of our dad Xiahou Xin, there were plenty of others there too, Beiming Bufan, Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, and our matchmaker Wang Yan, everyone was there, hubby—don’t be shy, let’s kiss again—”
Laughing, the chubby girl got up, her plump body rolling towards Xiahou Que like a ball.
Xiahou Que’s face showed a look of horror as he kept swallowing, his eyes filled with fear. All of a sudden, Xiahou Que turned around, using both his hands and feet to clumsily run away into the distance.
In the darkness, Xiahou Que’s sharp cry echoed, “Help—I’d rather be crazy—”
(Continuing with five updates today! Guo Ba hasn’t had such lasting updates in a while, let’s see how long I can keep it up.)