The Wedding

Leng Zhiyuan found it ironic. What were those people celebrating? Wasn't she the star of the show tonight?

At this time, the door was pushed open and a middle-aged woman walked in. The woman dressed in red from head to toe, looking very festive. She put the food tray on the table and smiled, "Madam, you must be hungry. Here's a bowl of tremella and lotus seed soup. We wish Mr. and Mrs. Ye a happy, lifelong marriage."

"Humph," Leng Zhiyuan snorted.

The middle-aged woman ignored her remark. "Pardon me, Madam. I'll take my leave. Mister will be here right after the courtesy interaction concludes."

The room door was closed again.

Leng Zhiyuan sat on the bed and did not move. She glanced at the bowl of tremella and lotus seed soup. For some reason, she felt another wave of acid coming up to her chest.

She wanted to throw up again.