Chapter 3: Marrying the Seriously Ill Rich Young Man (3)

"Lingling, I've already agreed on your behalf to the Xiang Family! Just wait obediently to marry into wealth! Whether that sickly young master is really dying or not, once there's a marital tie, you'll have a life of riches! When he dies, you'll even get a share of the inheritance and can remarry!" Zhong Yaowen completely abandoned his previously pitiful appearance; now, he was so vile that even Zhong Lingling, his own daughter, wanted to slap him twice.

Life of riches? Ha! Her heart sneered coldly.

What was despicable was that her father had cursed her husband-to-be to die so early! It seemed that in his eyes, nothing mattered besides money!

She never thought of coveting someone else's property, nor did she have the malicious intent to wish death upon anyone; she was just saddened that she was truly out of luck with Ji Wuyuan for this lifetime!

"Go ahead and agree! If the Xiang Family is really willing to pay your debts!" Zhong Lingling shook her head.

As if she had lost her soul, she returned to her room.

She locked the door tightly, buried herself in the covers, and wept soundlessly.

At this moment, she loathed her father to the core and even more so, Ji Wuyuan, her suddenly vanished boyfriend.

A twenty-year-old girl, whose world should have been full of vibrant colors—her friends were all still in college—she not only didn't continue her education after high school but was getting married, and to a gravely ill man at that!

If word got out, she would just become the laughingstock of the neighbors; after all, nobody would want to marry their daughter to a man who was close to death!

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The Xiang Mansion was indeed bustling today.

The luxurious mansion was decorated brilliantly with lights and color.

Like an ancient Imperial Palace, magnificent and lofty, its gardens resembled those of imperial royalty, resplendent and lush, the customarily extravagant yet silent house was filled with life due to the festive atmosphere!

All the men in the family wore formal suits while the women donned exquisite dresses, each one glittering with jewels and imposing with affluence.

However, today was the third young master of the Xiang Family, Xiang Yimo's wedding. Compared to other wealthy family weddings with a hundred or a thousand tables, spectacular and grand—yacht weddings, church weddings—the third young master's wedding seemed far too understated, even less impressive than what ordinary folks would put on.

The wedding banquet was attended by close relatives, not including the servants; gathered together, there were at most forty or fifty people.

The reason, of course, was because this wedding was far from ordinary.

Ever since he turned eighteen, Xiang Yimo, the third young master of the Xiang Family, had been afflicted with an incurable strange illness. Now twenty-three years old, he had been tormented by the illness for a full five years, having sought out famous doctors everywhere without even finding the cause.

He spent his days bedridden in a stupor, frail as if a gust of wind could knock him over, requiring assistance for all his daily needs and seemingly on the brink of leaving this world at any moment.

Xiang Zongyin, running out of patience, spent a fortune to consult a High Monk from the mountains, who advised that if the third young master were to marry a wife to bring joy, then his illness might be cured.

Even though Xiang Zongyin felt it was not very credible, he was out of options. To give it a try was to cling to a glimmer of hope, and it was not a losing proposition; as a result, the family didn't demand much from the bride's side.

Otherwise, how could someone from a background like Zhong Lingling ever marry into the Xiang Family?

In the past five years, what famous doctors haven't they consulted? Even world-renowned doctors from M Country were brought in with heavy sums of money, and yet, nothing was discerned.

Outside rumors abounded that the third young master was plagued by some ghostly curse; such talk made Xiang Zongyin's heart ache.

That's why he personally took charge of arranging this joyous occasion for his son!

In line with the High Monk's advice, the wedding did not follow the modern popular styles.