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Twirling a champagne glass on her hand, Yi Mian stared blankly at the ice swan in the buffet area.

She was aware that Duan Jing was against the marriage. He should be. He was so infatuated and in love with that self-righteous woman; it was disgusting. But she was clearly being a hypocrite. She was as disgusting as both of them.

She probably wouldn't even be married to him if it wasn't for the ugly clause allowing extra-marital affairs. He was able to go as far as to be called a cheater just to be with Dui Ming.

Her train of thoughts reached an end, when a woman walked up to her and smiled at her while saying, "Congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you Mrs. Stone." Yi Mian gave her a plastic smile. She was informed that Mrs. Stone visited her store several times, and bought a large amount of clothes. A valuable customer.

After a small talk, Mrs. Stone left and Yi Mian was left to her own devices.

Even though she had to fake a smile or two for people each day, it was tiring to do for hundreds of people. Her facial muscles ached alot, ah.

Yi Mian wondered where her dear husband was. Probably sneaking around with his girlfr- no- mistress, like some high school students. While she was here repeating the same words, as if she was a parrot.

Having decided her mind to dump all the work on Duan Jing, Yi Mian held up her dress and tried to find her mother to inform what she was about to do.

"Mother!" Yi Mian called out when she spotted the lady dressed in violet. Yi Mian's mother ignored her call and continued sipping on her wine.

Yi Mian sighed and tried another approach, "Mommy."

Mother Lan twisted her head around so fast, that Yi Mian was frightened that she would break her neck.

With a sweet smile gracing her lips, mother Lan answered, "Yes, Mian'er?"

"I'm going to search for Axel." Mother Lan looked at her with a face of annoyance and pity.

"How many times have I told you this marriage won't work out? Did you listen? No. Now you're going to be in a loveless marriage forever." Yi Mian smacked her lips and turned her head to the side, unable to face her mother.

"You stubborn child, you barely have friends, but you got yourself a husband. And he doesn't even love you." Yi Mian felt that the carpet floor was more pleasant at the moment, definitely more pleasant than her mother.

'Now she will say that she didn't raise a child like me.' Yi Mian prophesied, having listened to her mother's scolding a thousand times.

"I didn't raise a child like you." Mother Lan scolded; Yi Mian smiled inwardly.

"Mommy, I'm tired. Not today, please." Yi Mian complained in a spoiled tone, that she knew would soften her mother.

Mother Lan sighed and waved a hand. Yi Mian brightened; she was spared! Taking the chance, she quickly slipped away to the hallway.

She strutted through the hallway and hoped that Duan Jing and Dui Ming made some sort of sound that gave away their presence.

It seemed as though the heavens did answer her prayers, she heard a sound.

Her face darkened when she realized it was the sound of kissing.

'Ah, Duan Jing, I never thought you were so bold. During the wedding reception too.' Yi Mian scowled and knocked on the lounge door.

"Duan Jing, come out. I'm going to rest. Stop your little sneaky sneak and get yourself to the reception hall." Her voice was calm, too calm.

The sounds in the lounge area stopped, as if alarmed by her voice. Yi Mian gritted her teeth in anger.

"I allowed extra-marital affairs, yes. But who would've thought that you were so bold as to do it on your wedding day itself." Yi Mian made her disappoint evident in her voice.

Seeing as there was no reply, Yi Mian walked down the hall to find another lounge area.

"Wait, Yi Mian!" She heard Duan Jing's smooth, steady voice call out to her. She stopped and waited for him to speak.

"There are new gloves and hand sanitizer in the other lounge. Take a left and you'll see it." Yi Mian didn't reply and continued walking ahead, taking a turn to the left.

Duan Jing sighed at the awful feeling of guilt enveloping him. It was her big day after all, and he ruined it for her.

"Duan Jing?" He heard the silvery voice of his girlfriend.

He turned around and looked at the flushed delicate face of his girlfriend.

"Ming'er?" He took a seat down next to her and held her hand.

"You should go." She gave an understanding smile and squeezed his hand. Duan Jing squeezed her hand back and kissed her forehead.