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0After finishing the translation, the Arab looked worriedly at Ye Nianmo. To put it bluntly, this was gambling on luck and courage. People without luck would get their first shot, and people without courage wouldn't even be able to fire their first shot.    

    

Ye Nianmo had already raised his pistol and pointed it at his head. Everyone held their breath and waited. The air was filled with a nervous smell. "Bang!"    

    

The sound of an empty chamber came up. Everyone sighed. Some cheered, some shouted for another round. The people of the Middle East looked at Ye Nianmo admiringly, using their eyes to signal him to continue.    

    

Ye Nianmo glanced at the audience, raised his arm and continued pressing the gun against his head. His long sleeve finger did not hesitate to pull the trigger as he shouted, "Kick!"    

    

His face was calm, but his palms were covered in sweat. The Arab translator beside him was looking at him with fear in his eyes. He did not even dare to look at him as he turned around.    

    

The third time he raised the gun, the black gun was pressed against his black hair. Maybe it was because there were too many people in the room and the air was hot, or maybe it was due to the great pressure.    

    

The people from the Middle East indicated for him to start. Suddenly, an alcoholic rushed out from the crowd and bumped into Ye Nianmo. Ye Nianmo was pushed back and everyone grabbed him. Seeing that he was a frequent customer of the club, they didn't blame him.    

    

After three crisp sounds, Ye Nianmo put the pistol on the table. The handle of the pistol was covered in sweat. The Middle Eastern man gave Ye Nianmo a thumbs up and waved his hand.    

    

A man took out a blue velvet box. He opened it himself, and the Heart of the Sea within shone in the light.    

    

He didn't care about the money. To the rich, seeing someone else wandering around the edges of their life was much more exciting than seeing a dead object in a storage room.    

    

"Come over often if you're free." He patted Ye Nianmo on the shoulder, turned around and left with a smile.    

    

In the hotel lobby, the Arab looked at the drunk who bumped into Ye Nianmo in the club and was shocked speechless, "What the hell is going on?"    

    

With that in mind, Ye Bo didn't hide anything, "We never planned to buy the Heart of the Seas from the beginning because we couldn't afford it and because the people of the Middle East wanted to buy it.    

    

The anxiety and resistance I showed at the club was to prove to him that we were absolutely cooperating with that game without knowing it. "    

    

The Arab took a sip of his wine, evidently aroused by his curiosity, "So while you were playing with the revolver, this gentleman had already replaced the bullet in the pistol? How do I change it? "    

    

Yu Lan laughed. "That's half the truth. I did indeed switch the gun after bumping into him, but the first two shots were real. That means he could have met God in the first two shots with a stroke of bad luck."    

    

"Uncle Yu, thank you." Ye Nianmo said sincerely.    

    

Yu Lan stood up with a wave of her hand. "I need to go back, or else your Aunt Yun would go crazy again and say that I don't care about my family."    

    

Yu Lan left, Ye Nianmo and Ye Bo also stood up to bid farewell. Seeing these two courageous and knowledgeable Chinese disappearing into the streets, the Arab suddenly cried out, "They haven't paid the bill yet!"    

    

The engagement date between Ding Yiyi and Ye Chuyun was set for November 1st in Maldives. In the blink of an eye, the day had arrived. Sitting in the dressing room, Ding Yiyi looked at herself in the mirror with delicate makeup drawn on her face.    

    

After sending the invitation to Ye Nianmo, he did not respond at all. It was like a pebble into the ocean. Her heart was nervous and uneasy, and she even had a hint of self-abandonment.    

    

The phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and Soong Mengjie said in a light tone, "Congratulations."    

    

"Thank you, won't you come?" Ding Yiyi felt a little sour in her heart. She resisted the urge to cry and asked.    

    

Soong Mengjie said, "Hmm, I'm sorry I can't come. I'm in the Tibetan area and the children here need me."    

    

There was a long silence at both ends of the phone. Soong Mengjie was the first to speak, "I thought you would end up with Zhuoxuan or Ye Nianmo. I didn't expect you to choose Ye Chuyun."    

    

"There are too many unpredictable things in the world, like you and me." Ding Yiyi took a deep breath. As for Soong Mengjie, even if the misunderstanding was resolved, the friendship between the two of them could not be resolved.    

    

There seemed to be a slight sobbing sound on the phone. Then, the phone was hung up. Ding Yiyi held the phone in disappointment and the door was pushed open.    

    

Ding Dacheng walked in with reddened eyes. He immediately raised his head and smiled when he saw her, "My daughter is the prettiest. If your mom knew in the sky, she would probably laugh too!"    

    

"Dad, I'm just engaged." Ding Yiyi took his hand and sat down on the sofa. The roughness of her father's palm made her sad.    

    

Ding Dacheng stared at him, "What, getting engaged can be funny?" In my eyes, getting engaged is like stepping into someone else's house. "    

    

Seeing him refute her so seriously, Ding Yiyi followed his words and said, "Yes, yes."    

    

Ding Dacheng took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Ding Yiyi, "Usually, you give Dad so much money, but dad won't be able to use it. Coincidentally, you're getting engaged now. Take this money and spend it in the future."    

    

Just as he finished speaking, he was choked with sobs. His daughter, whom he had raised for over twenty years, was leaving his side just like that. He felt both sad and happy at the same time.    

    

The father and daughter pair were still in the midst of their tender feelings when the noise from outside the corridor caught their attention. Ding Yiyi was puzzled and wanted to get up to take a look, but the door was pushed open.    

    

An Ran walked into the room under the protection of the bodyguards. She turned her head to wave goodbye to the movie fans who were chasing her all the way, and her smiling face immediately collapsed after the door closed.    

    

"Oh my god, why is there a Chinese tourist group in the Maldivian hotel today? Really!" An Ran took off her hat and sunglasses, revealing a handsome face.    

    

Xu Weiren said coldly on the side, "Wearing a suit with sunglasses and a big straw hat, it's hard to get others to not notice you, right?"    

    

An Ran gave Ding Yiyi a hug and looked at Ding Dacheng, "This is?"    

    

"My dad." Ding Yiyi briefly introduced, "This is An Ran."    

    

Ding Dacheng's eyes widened, "You're that An Ran from the flying bandits?"    

    

An Ran rubbed her nose, "Yes, it's me!"    

    

Ding Dacheng raised his finger, "The villain that you are acting as is so successful that it makes people's teeth itch."    

    

An Ran laughed out loud. "Can I have a few words with your daughter alone?"    

    

Xu Weiren looked at him in understanding. When they were going out together, he suddenly turned around, "Have you made up your mind?"    

    

An Ran smiled indifferently. There was a tinge of sadness in her expression, "Otherwise, what else could we do?"    

    

"What are you thinking about?" After the door closed, Ding Yiyi curiously went up to him and asked, but she met An Ran's unfamiliar gaze.    

    

His eyes were burning with emotions, sharp with looting and unwillingness, as if the calm sea surface would churn up layers of high waves in the next second.    

    

Ding Yiyi took a step back in fright. When she tried to take a closer look, the look disappeared and returned to the sea.    

    

"You're really beautiful today."    

    

"Thank you."    

    

"Do you want to put on an act?" "What else can we do if we make a mistake later?"    

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"Will there be any mistakes?"    

    

Ding Yiyi became even more nervous after hearing his words and asked in a hurry.    

    

An Ran folded her arms, the black suit and the white wedding dress complemented each other. He turned his head, causing countless fans to smile as they yearned for him. "Come on."    

    

The room faced the blue sea. Ding Yiyi smiled as she took his arm. An Ran softly hummed a wedding march as the two of them slowly walked forward.    

    

When she reached the window, her voice suddenly stopped. Ding Yiyi wanted to pull her arm back, but was caught off guard when she looked at An Ran with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?"    

    

An Ran looked out to sea, the blue sea against the blue sky, the sky and sea forming a thin line, he turned his head, eyes full of love. "I like you," he said.    

    

"What?" Ding Yiyi's expression froze.    

    

He took another step closer and leaned forward, locking Ding Yiyi between the wall and his arm. "I said I like you."    

    

His voice was a deep baritone. He looked at her steadily, then turned his head slightly to the side.    

    

Ding Yiyi pushed her away abruptly, looking flabbergasted and at a loss. "When? I don't know."    

    

An Ran took a few steps back before patting the armrest of the sofa and laughing out loud. "Aiya, your reaction is really too cute. If my fans had already pounced on me, you would be the only one who would look down on me."    

    

His words seemed to be true, but Ding Yiyi couldn't see it clearly. Before she could ponder about it, An Ran had already walked out the door, her shoes striking the floor with a crisp sound.    

    

He stopped in front of the door and did not turn around. He put on his sunglasses and hat again. "Ding Yiyi, you must be happy."    

    

The engagement venue was on the lawn in front of the hotel. The melodious piano piece was mixed with the moist sea breeze, and everyone who came and went had a kind and happy smile on their face.    

    

Ding Yiyi held Ding Dacheng's hand and arrived at the scene. The crowd immediately quieted down and automatically made a path for her. At the end of the red carpet, Ye Chuyun was looking at her with a glowing white suit.    

    

Xu Haorann felt sad standing at the side. Although he really wanted to be the one who sent her to the stage, he knew that the most competent father in his daughter's heart was never him.    

    

Ding Yiyi walked slowly, her pure white skirt swaying. She looked around through the transparent headscarf. Everyone had a smile full of blessings on their faces.    

    

There were only two people from Ye Family and Ye Bo, but he did not come.    

    

It was hard to tell if she was disappointed or glad. The short journey was over in a short time. Ye Chuyun held her waist and said in a low voice, "Beautiful."    

    

She smiled faintly at him, but her heart was filled with sorrow. After the engagement ceremony, she no longer had any relationship with Ye Nianmo, and he would no longer have any reason to hurt her.    

    

The host gestured for everyone to quiet down and said into the microphone: "I've always disapproved of their engagement."    

    

Just as he finished speaking, everyone in the audience sighed. The host laughed loudly and said, "What marriage? Such a perfect match for you, why don't you just get married straight away! "    

    

Everyone at the scene burst into laughter. Ding Yiyi and Ye Chuyun looked at each other with eyes full of sweetness.    

    

Hai Qingqing and Mo Xiaojun supported Mo Xiaojun onto the stage. Mo Xiaojun's eyes were filled with tears, but he still refused to forgive them: "Kid, treat him well in the future!"    

    

"Dad, I know." Ye Chuyun held Ding Yiyi's hands tightly with a smile.    

    

Hai Qingqing kept wiping away her tears. When she heard Mo Xiaojun's words, her tears turned into smiles, "Chuyun, you have to do what you promised your mother."    

    

Promise what? Ding Yiyi looked curiously at Ye Chuyun. He shook his head with a smile and looked extremely gentle.