Demon’s Designated Lover
001 Wedding Cancellation In the prosperous City A, flowers bloomed, and spring was in the air.
Eight police cars drove side by side on the road, merely to clear the way for the youngest CEO of Jun Zheng Group, Jun Hao, who owned 80% of the company’s shares and was one of the world’s wealthiest young men. He was about to marry Pei Xuan Zhi, the daughter of one of the top ten enterprises, at the Fairy Tale Hotel, the largest hotel in City A. Sixteen Rolls-Royces followed closely behind (reportedly all equipped with bulletproof glass), followed by dozens of red sedans. It was said that from 10 AM to 2 PM, all vehicles in the city were prohibited from moving, and citizens dared not complain, as the city’s entire economic operation depended on Jun Zheng Group. With just a slight gesture from Jun Hao, the global economy would be thrown into turmoil.
There were many rumors about Jun Hao – a business tycoon, a myth in many people’s hearts, who had propelled Jun Zheng Group to the top of the global economic landscape in just a few years. Cold and ruthless, he never showed mercy to his opponents. He seemed to be completely disconnected from women, having no romantic scandals in recent years, with some even speculating about his sexual orientation. The outside world praised him, and he always appeared friendly on television and in magazines, smiling like a spring breeze. Countless women would throw themselves at him, just for a momentary glance.
An Ke, a wedding planner, loved her job. Whenever she saw couples getting married, she felt a sense of accomplishment, as if she had contributed a small part to their sweet, happy lives. Today was a special day for the hotel and her wedding planning company, which was the largest and most famous in City A, though insignificant compared to today’s main characters. An Ke and her colleagues were well-prepared, waiting for the wedding cars of the Jun and Pei families. She wanted to see this business titan with her own eyes and catch a glimpse of the white knight in women’s hearts. Today was Jun Hao’s big day, and the hotel entrance was surrounded by media.
Flashbulbs kept popping. Everyone knew the wedding cars had arrived, and the crowd involuntarily made way. The wedding car stopped slowly in front of the hotel, and staff respectfully opened the door. First, a pair of black leather shoes appeared. Today’s groom, the media’s focus, Jun Hao, slowly stepped out. His tall figure was guided to another car, where he gentlemanly opened the door and took the hand of today’s other focal point, the bride Pei Xuan Zhi.
His expensive black suit fit perfectly on his long, proportionate, and strong body. His hairstyle was fresh and natural, his handsome features complemented by a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. The bride wore a pure white wedding dress that seemed ordinary, except for the dazzling diamond necklace around her neck that showcased her nobility. Her sweet, happy smile added to her beautiful appearance. Gently moving her wrist, she linked arms with the groom, and their tender gaze spoke volumes.
The wedding march played as they slowly walked into the hotel, looking like a golden boy and jade girl, radiant. Surrounding compliments filled the air – was this truly a political marriage? They looked so happy, so perfectly matched.
Reaching the end of the red carpet and ascending the specially constructed platform, a bodyguard-like man approached Jun Hao and whispered something. Jun Hao waved him away. Displaying his charming smile again, he spoke into the microphone: “All guests have arrived, and media friends can take all the photos and videos you want.” The bride and groom embraced intimately on stage, smiling sweetly, welcoming the flashing lights and blessings.
“Everyone, please be quiet. What I’m about to say definitely has news value, media friends, get ready,” he said with a captivating smile and a magnetic, gentle voice. The venue fell silent except for camera flashes.
“The bride-to-be is Pei Xuan Zhi, daughter of one of the global top ten enterprises. I now want to ask Miss Pei if she is willing to be my bride?” He smiled reassuringly and handed her the microphone.
The bride, with a slight blush and starry eyes, softly uttered: “I do.”
Thunderous applause filled every corner of the hotel. Everyone watched the stage, afraid of missing any detail.
His long fingers took back the microphone, his faint smile warming everyone like a spring breeze. He declared godlike: “Today, I’m not getting married.”
Time seemed to stop. The hotel fell completely silent, even camera flashes freezing. Those who knew Jun Hao understood this was no joke. No one dared break the silence. The bride’s smile vanished instantly. Looking at Jun Hao, who still smiled naturally, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and difficultly asked: “Give me a reason.”
He curved his mouth into a perfect arc and casually pointed: “She is the one I’m looking for.”
Everyone’s gaze turned to her. She looked around, confirming he meant her. Her flower basket fell, not from being flattered, but from panic.
She said confusedly: “This man is crazy. I don’t know him. We’ve never met before.” She admitted the man certainly had the capital to drive women wild – beyond his substantial wealth, his glamorous appearance would make many women throw themselves at him.
He parted his lips, laughing softly: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t know me now. Just remember, from now on, your life will only have me.
Pei Xuanzhi ran out of the hotel like a madwoman, her previous elegance completely gone. She knew she would never have another chance to be intertwined with him. She had thought he had truly forgotten about the incident five years ago, or that he no longer cared. Until today, she realized he had never forgotten that event, and remembered it more clearly than anyone else.
“Dear media friends, thank you for coming today and reporting the facts.” Still wearing that spring-like smile, his words made everyone present feel relieved. No one dared to speak up or wade into these murky waters. The Pei family didn’t dare to, and the old man of the Pei family was now worried about whether Pei’s stock would plummet tomorrow.
Walking with elegant steps, he stepped into the Rolls-Royce waiting at the hotel entrance, not forgetting to turn back and give everyone a graceful smile.
The bodyguard respectfully closed the car door and stood by until the car drove away. He then approached her, who was still in shock: “Miss, name your price as compensation for today’s incident.”
The bodyguard pulled out a business card, sneering: “This is my card. Miss, you can call me when you come to your senses and collect your compensation.” He stuffed the card into her hand and left confidently, certain the woman would appear before him by nightfall to collect her due compensation.
“An Ke, go to the HR department immediately to process your resignation. Our small temple can’t accommodate such a big Buddha.” The wedding company’s boss’s wife looked An Ke up and down, shaking her head in disbelief, wondering how this pie from the sky had fallen on her head.
Just like that, An Ke inexplicably became a scapegoat, losing her job, her friends, becoming a universally despised third party. Her meager savings were almost entirely spent on rent and various expenses. She had thought about collecting the so-called compensation, but she had lost the business card. Every media outlet’s front page was about how she had disrupted the marriage between Jun Group and the Pei family, and Jun Hao hadn’t come forward to clarify. No company was willing to hire her.
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002 Encountering the Devil Again
