Chapter 146: Hilarious Events on the Day of Registering Our Marriage

With Mo Han’s return, the atmosphere in the Mo family estate was electric with excitement and overflowing joy.

Seeing that Mo Han had also brought Chu Xingran back with him, the entire family instantly understood the situation and showered the couple with heartfelt blessings and congratulations.

Though they might not fully grasp the intricacies of young people's romance, they knew that staying together against the odds was no small feat. Moreover, with members of the Chu family present as well, this union was now as solid as a rock.

That lifelong single dog Mo Han had finally transitioned from a desperate sycophant to an officially recognized partner—truly a joyous occasion worth celebrating!

"Big Brother, sincere congratulations. You're finally not alone anymore." Mo Bai’s tolerance for alcohol wasn't particularly high; after just two cups, he was already slightly tipsy, yet he still hadn't forgotten to congratulate Mo Han.

His older brother was no longer the wretched, unwanted snake that the entire Mo family had fretted over. That fierce tigress had finally fallen into his brother’s hands.

He wondered when this formidable combination would produce a little one for the Mo family, which hadn't welcomed a new life in many years.

It wasn't just the older generation who were anxious; he was impatient too!

"If you've had too much, go back and rest. You can't hold your liquor yet you insist on forcing it. Tell me, when are you ever going to grow up?" Mo Han laughed, patting Mo Bai on the back before having someone escort him away to rest.

Gazing at Chu Xingran beside him, Mo Han’s eyes brimmed with tenderness and adoration. She was finally with him.

If only time could stretch a little longer, would the two of them also lead a normal life like everyone else, building their own small home and perhaps even having children of their own?

Yet, there was no longer any opportunity for all of that. Time was running out; they only had this fleeting span of time left to accompany each other.

Chu Xingran looked back at Mo Han with deep affection. She had truly let go of Ye Zheng, and she had truly let go of Gu Zhiheng; her lover now was Mo Han.

Though their time was limited, they were together at last, and this period would undoubtedly be the happiest moment of their lives.

"Brother Han, thank you for being willing to wait for me, and thank you for being willing to accompany me until the very end." At this moment, Chu Xingran looked somewhat shy, lowering her flushed face after she finished speaking.

Hearing her words, Mo Han felt a surge of warmth in his chest. They were truly together now!

"You're still calling me Brother Han at a time like this? Shouldn't Madame Wife change how she addresses me?" With that, he wrapped his arm around Chu Xingran's waist and pulled her straight into his embrace.

The weather today was splendid, the kiss was burning hot, and in this instant, they were completely happy.

"They're kissing! Quick, take a picture!"

"Record a video! Whose phone has the best camera? Hurry up and record it!"

"Star-crossed lovers finally united, though Mo Han must be blind to end up with a female ghost!"

"A wretched snake matched with an evil ghost—talk about a match made in heaven!"

"Pardon me, everyone, but if you don't know how to praise, don't force it. You're asking to get beaten up." A leisurely voice drifted from behind the crowd, causing everyone present to turn around mechanically, staring in shock at the newcomer.

"Why are you all looking at this Lord? I was invited here; I'm here to drink wedding wine, not to crash the venue." Glancing at the two people kissing not far away, Gu Zhiheng decisively pulled out his phone to snap a photo, then cast a sneering look toward the elderly patriarchs of the Mo family.

Naturally, his gaze also included a few others—specifically those who had ganged up on him during his sparring match with Mo Han and landed dirty blows straight to his face.

"Everyone, today my older sister and brother-in-law are celebrating their union, which makes it a day truly worthy of a proper celebration." Though his words sounded pleasant, Gu Zhiheng's gaze was distinctly malicious.

Last time, a whole bunch of them had gang-pushed him alone; today, he was going to take on all of them by himself—surely that wasn't asking too much, right?

What did they call this? Reciprocity. Yes, it meant give and take.

Since everyone had such a unique way of expressing friendliness, he simply had to do as the locals did, lest people think he wasn't a team player!

"Um... Your Lordship, we drank a bit too much today. How about we continue this another day?" Old Man Mo awkwardly glanced at his close friend before casting a peculiar look at Gu Zhiheng.

He knew precisely what Gu Zhiheng meant; it was painfully obvious that this fellow intended to settle old scores.

"Your Lordship, please be magnanimous and spare us petty folk. Won't you let us off this time?" An elder of the Winged Tiger clan felt his scalp tingle as he looked at Gu Zhiheng, regretting deeply that he had struck the young man's face back then.

Still, as the old saying goes: if one knew it would come to this, why do it in the first place?

What goes around comes around, and that saying proved true without a shadow of a doubt.

To this plea, Gu Zhiheng merely replied coolly, "You elders shouldn't put it that way. You are all my seniors, and this junior is merely here to seek some guidance."

As for what kind of "guidance" it would be, Gu Zhiheng himself wasn't quite sure, because his fighting style had never followed any predictable rules or patterns.

Since he was in a good mood today, he could rein it in a little and guarantee they wouldn't lose their lives, though whether they would be beaten until their faces resembled pig heads was entirely up to chance.

Especially that old boar demon over there—he would definitely receive special care, just like the kind of special care he had been shown before.

"Aheng, remember to hold back a little; otherwise, it puts me in a difficult position as your older sister. Keep it moderate!" Chu Xingran, who had walked over alongside Mo Han, glanced at the crowd and instantly guessed what Gu Zhiheng wanted to do.

It was no great harm anyway; they were all formidable demons with deep cultivation, more than capable of taking a beating. Therefore, she didn't need to step in and plead for mercy; she and Mo Han could simply stand to the side and watch the show.

"Do me a favor as your brother-in-law and beat the old man in my family to a pulp. I'll give you a million once it's done!" Mo Han chuckled, whispering into Gu Zhiheng's ear.

What an utterly unfilial descendant!

Gu Zhiheng shot the couple a sassy parting remark, "You two go on ahead and enjoy yourselves. Trust me, I have a very good sense of proportion when I strike—you don't need to worry about me getting bullied!"

Indeed, he wouldn't be bullied, because he was about to bully this entire gang of old monsters the exact same way they had once bullied him.

Ignoring Gu Zhiheng's nonsensical mumblings, Chu Xingran and Mo Han turned and walked away. The two of them figured they better run far enough to watch the spectacle, lest those old fogeys accuse them of standing by and refusing to lend a hand.

"Gentlemen, offense taken!" With that, a direct onslaught was unleashed, sweeping straight toward the faces of the assembled elders.

True to form as Gu Zhiheng, his talent for holding a grudge had truly captured Mo Han's essence—he was just as vindictive as any member of the Mo family.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am the Lord of Red Spirit from Wumei Mountain—Ye Zheng. You may all continue to call me Gu Zhiheng." He executed a polite, formal bow before charging forward like a madman to attack the group without another word.

Plunging right into their midst, every single strike and movement targeted their faces. His attacks were vicious, brutal, and entirely devoid of any discernible technique.

In fact, calling them techniques would be a stretch; he fought just like a rabid dog biting anyone within reach.

Yet every single move he executed was executed with terrifying proficiency, as though this reckless brawling style was truly his and his alone.

"You elders showed this Lord zero mercy back then, so today this Lord won't bother sparing your pride either. Hahaha!" Gu Zhiheng fought like a maniac, his movements shifting so unpredictably that they left no trace to follow. The old men were left alternating between fury and grievance, practically coughing up blood from sheer exasperation.