Chapter 4: Marrying the Seriously Ill Rich Young Man (4)

But it was a traditional Chinese wedding!

It was a retro-style wedding.

That day, Zhong Lingling had gotten ready early.

She didn't wear a wedding dress, but instead donned a phoenix coronet on her head, her face veiled with a red cloth, and her body draped in a privately tailor-made embroidered red robe, with no other jewelry besides!

The Xiang Family had sent the bridal sedan to pick up Zhong Lingling early on.

No one knew, beneath the bright red veil, how many times the twenty-year-old girl's eyes had reddened, but she did not let the tears fall.

She swore that from now on, she would never cry again, no matter what she encountered, she would not shed another tear.

The moment she decided to marry into the Xiang Family, she had made a pact with herself.

Ha! She was practically bought by the Xiang Family with money, so no matter what happens or what grievances she suffers, she had no right to cry.

The full three hundred thousand had already landed in her father's creditor's pocket; she was, in essence, sold by her own biological father, and moreover, sold so cheaply for a lifetime.

The sedan chair touched ground, and the curtains were lifted.

With her vision blocked by the red cover, she could only see the ground beneath her feet.

Guided by the plump, cheery matron, she carefully followed into the clamorous main hall.

Her heart was uneasy all the way there.

"The bride has arrived!" With a high-pitched announcement, the entire wedding hall immediately fell silent.

Everyone's gaze simultaneously fell on Zhong Lingling, but they couldn't see her face because of the veil.

Yet even through the veil, Zhong Lingling could feel the many eyes staring at her.

The curiosity in everyone's gaze seemed as if they wished they had x-ray vision to see through the thin veil.

What kind of woman would be willing to marry a man so ill he was close to dying?

Being poor was certain; everyone knew that much.

With this thought, some showed disdain in their eyes, but luckily for Zhong Lingling, covered by the veil, these demeaning looks were hidden from her.

Her walking was elegant, and at a height of 1.7 meters, her slim and tall figure was easily imagined in delightful speculation without seeing her face.

"Look at you, staring blankly at her, be careful not to let your eyeballs fall to the ground!" the woman in an elegant dark blue gown scolded Xiang Aofeng with a fierce glare.

Indeed, she was the elder daughter-in-law of the Xiang Family, none other than Xiang Aofeng's wife, Liu Lin.

Xiang Aofeng withdrew his gaze from Zhong Lingling, irritation plain on his face. "We have many guests today, don't you cause trouble!" he warned Liu Lin.

"Me, cause trouble? When you actually look a bit like the elder brother you're supposed to be, could I even make trouble?" She sat in the first seat on the side of the main hall, with Xiang Aofeng sitting beside her.

Xiang Aofeng's face turned alternately green and pale, but fortunately, their voices were low, and no one overheard their conversation.

Opposite Xiang Aofeng sat Xiang Aoran, expressionless. Xiang Aoran was the second young master of the Xiang Family, born of the same mother as Xiang Aofeng. Despite being in the wedding hall, he seemed completely detached, with a pair of headphones tucked in his ears, blasting intense music, to which he bobbed his head.

The mischievous young sister, Xiang Miaomiao, poked the music-entranced Xiang Aoran and pulled out his headphones. "Second brother, the bride has come!"

Only then did Xiang Aoran realize he had been oblivious to the bride's arrival.

"She's here, so what," responded Xiang Aoran nonchalantly.