He pulls out the ring box—classic move. Then *clink*—it slips, hits the white aisle, rolls away. Hailey doesn’t flinch. Her mom sighs like she’s seen this before. The groom? Frozen. The guests? Whispering. In Guarding the Dragon Vein, love isn’t tender—it’s tactical. Every stumble is a test. And that ring? Still on the floor. No one picks it up. Yet. 💍👀
Hailey’s mom storms in like a thunderclap—red qipao, pearl necklace, arms crossed. The groom stares at the 'Divorce Agreement' like it’s a cursed scroll. Then he burns it. Slowly. Dramatically. The crowd gasps. But wait—Hailey walks in, black blazer, icy gaze. This isn’t a wedding. It’s a power play. Guarding the Dragon Vein just got *spicy*. 🔥