Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 772 - 302. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] The One Before My Eyes Is the One in My Heart (Part 1)_4
Shen Weiyi could no longer remember how many times Mr. and Mrs. Lu had said ’sorry’ to her over the past few days.
It’s understandable why Mrs. Lu, Song Jingyuan, who was kind and loving, felt sorry for making promises to her only to break them; but Mr. Lu, Lu Zhengmao, who had a military background and a strong and decisive nature, was also like this?
She was the daughter of a servant. After her mother passed away, the Lu Family sheltered her, provided her a good living environment, and treated her like a daughter. She was the one who should feel grateful.
Even if this engagement that only a few people knew about broke off, it was reasonable.
Shen Weiyi did not understand why this was so.
"...Auntie, it’s okay. I’m just feeling unwell and will be back in a while." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Shen Weiyi smiled slightly, politely removed Song Jingyuan’s hand from the back of her hand, and then got up and quietly left through the side door.
As the white figure disappeared from sight, Song Jingyuan sighed and turned to her husband, "Honey, should we...not have let Weiwei attend the wedding? It’s too cruel for her."
Even though Shen Weiyi had never expressed it in front of everyone, Mr. and Mrs. Lu were well aware of her feelings for Lu Huai’an. Even the servants of the Lu Family could see it.
Lu Zhengmao, with his strong and dignified features, had a commanding presence, but this was in front of others. When facing Song Jingyuan, there was a tenderness in his sharp eyes.
Holding his wife’s hand, he comforted her, "No matter what, Weiwei is part of the Lu Family. If she doesn’t come, people will criticize. Even if she can’t be the Lu family’s daughter-in-law, she’s the Lu family’s adopted daughter on the surface and can enjoy everything that identity brings her, so we haven’t broken our promise."
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The prelude to the wedding march began.
Lin Chu, holding her father’s arm, slowly walked toward the man standing at the end.
Through the veil, she seemed able to see every feature of his face clearly, even at the wedding, maintaining that usual icy demeanor.
Lin Chu had dreamed of this moment more than once, wearing a white wedding dress and standing before the priest with Lu Huai’an, who wore a gentleman’s tailcoat.
After the priest recited the prayer, he would ask if they were willing to marry each other, and after saying ’I do,’ they would exchange rings and kiss.
Every step now was very similar to the dream, but... there were differences.
For instance, Lu Huai’an did not smile at her, his face showed the usual indifference, even when he lifted her veil to kiss her, there wasn’t a hint of emotion.
As if, to him, it was just a routine procedure.
"Lu Huai’an, what kind of expression is that?" Lin Chu hugged the man’s waist, looking up with a small, slightly pouting, rosy lip, neither angry nor petulant.
Her voice was very low, so only he could hear, "Such a beautiful Lin Chu is already your wife; shouldn’t you smile to show your joyful mood?"
Now she had a rightful status, and no one could say anything about her being pampered and clingy. Her charming demeanor made the men present unable to resist glancing a few more times.
Lu Huai’an thought Lin Chu’s face was getting thicker, his large hand pinching her cheek until she frowned in pain, then he was a bit satisfied.
Expressionless, he asked, "You want me to smile for these people?"
Lin Chu thought about it and realized; yes, it’s true.
Her husband was already outrageously handsome even without smiling. If he smiled, what then? There were quite a few young girls present, and if any dared to pester him like a buzzing fly...
That wouldn’t be good.
With a smile in her bright eyes, Lin Chu stood on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his lips, "No, only I can see it."
It was a sweet possessiveness.
Lu Huai’an paid her no mind.
Grabbing her wrist with his large hand, he exerted a little force, intending to pull her away, but once he did, she clung to him again.
Frowning, he scolded, "Stand a bit away; don’t you have bones?"
"Ah, the high heels I’m wearing seem to be rubbing my feet. I’ve been standing for so long, I’m very tired, just let me lean on you for a bit."
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