Chapter 1147: Ruthless CEO 37

Half a month later, news broke that Tang Ci and Fu Yunshan held a grand wedding in Bali.

The wedding photos were deliberately polished to perfection—handsome groom, beautiful bride, an extremely “perfect match” in the eyes of the public.

With Fu Yunshan’s subtle guidance behind the scenes, online comments were overwhelmingly positive: “A match made in heaven!” “Tang Ci is clearly more suitable than Tang Wan.” “Fu Yunshan and Tang Ci are the real couple!”

At the same time, Tang Ci scrolling through Weibo felt an uncontrollable sense of satisfaction.

Tang Wan must be devastated right now, she thought.

But love cannot be forced. Yunshan brother simply loves her more.

However, the reality was completely different.

Tang Wan had not even glanced at the trending news.

Since completing the major project at LS Group, she had taken a rare break—spending almost all her time with Li Shuangtong.

Money could always be earned, but time with the person she liked was limited.

For Tang Wan, prioritizing work over Tongtong would be turning the cart before the horse.

Li Shuangtong had originally worried she would be a workaholic, but after seeing her willingly take leave just to stay with him, his mood improved dramatically.

As expected of the person he liked—she never ignored him.

Fu Yunshan? He was nothing more than an irrelevant past mistake.

In his eyes, Fu Yunshan would eventually pay for everything he had done.

That evening, after dinner, Li Shuangtong suddenly pulled Tang Wan into his arms.

“Wan Wan,” he said softly, “let’s go abroad for a trip.”

Tang Wan blinked. “Where?”

“Ireland,” he replied.

“Alright,” she smiled. “I’ll listen to you.”

The next day, the two boarded a flight to Ireland.

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After arriving, Li Shuangtong brought her to a quiet town filled with European charm.

Tang Wan originally thought it was a sightseeing trip, but he led her straight to a small church.

Inside the church courtyard, he suddenly stopped.

“Wan Wan,” he said, taking out a simple ring from his pocket, “let’s get married here.”

Tang Wan froze slightly.

She had imagined a proposal from him—flowers, lights, perhaps something grand and dramatic.

But instead, it was just this quiet church, and a simple ring.

Yet she didn’t feel disappointed at all.

Instead, she smiled brightly.

“Okay,” she said.

Then she paused, tilting her head. “But… we don’t have marriage registration here.