In the most luxurious hotel in the Ming City, the crystal chandelier was hung high up in the middle of the banquet hall. The decorations at the scene were so extravagant and gorgeous. Almost half of the people in political and business circles were invited here, which was extremely lively.
This was the most sensational wedding in the Ming City.
The eyes of the whole audience gathered at the ceremony that was immediately held. The bride who has a good figure was wrapped in a white wedding dress. Stood on the main stage, she was as beautiful as a lily that swayed in the wind.
Wen Hui's gaze was always stared at a certain spot in front of her, and her heart paused slightly. The wedding ceremony was about to begin in five minutes, but the bridegroom had yet to appear.
Her fingers, which were holding the bridal bouquet tightly, turned white in the invisible sight. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that the whole scene, and a little mockery flashed through her clear eyes. She had guessed the beginning, but not the end.
The absence of the groom made the guests whisper among themselves. One of the women with a white pearl necklace said, "What happened? Why hasn't the bridegroom come yet? The ceremony still performs?"
Hearing that, a bald man with a beer belly scolded her, "Keep your voice down. This is the place of Prince Qi's Family. You will meet big trouble if you talk more. I won't be able to protect you."
Only then did the officer's wife lowered her head in embarrassment, not daring to speak anymore. The title of Prince Ming City's was not just for show, his insolent methods in business and politics had long been well known, and most of the people who provoked him would not have a good ending.
At a moment when the priest on the rostrum was at a loss, the tall and powerful man in black came up to him and said to him, "My young master has some matters to attend to and can't come here for a while. Let's start the ceremony now. Everything will be done according to the normal procedure."
These words were like a bomb thrown into a crowd. Everyone was whispering to each other. The guests were confused, but they did not dare to say much due to the fear, and could only look at the bride on stage with a strange expression.
The priest looked incredibly at the man in black and Wen Hui. Finally, he looked sympathetically at the beautiful bride and shrugged his shoulders to announce the beginning of the ceremony.
The joyous and melodious music of the wedding march spread throughout the banquet hall, seeming to move every guest present. Even without the groom, the ceremony still attracted much attention.
The priest asked with the most sacred and solemn attitude: "Miss Wen Hui, are you willing to marry Mr. Qi Yuanming? Love him for life, take care of him, respect him, and love him like you love yourself ? Whether he is sick or healthy, poor or rich, will you always love him until he leaves the world?"
Almost everyone was waiting for the bride's answer. It's very curious about the answer to the bride. Wen Hui held her breath for a moment before replying, "Yes, I do."
The groom failed to take his oath without being present, and this unfair treatment seemed to foretell the tragedy of the marriage.
The heavy veil covered Wen Hui's face, and also covered her embarrassment. Wen Hui had imagined hundreds of things about her performance at the wedding, but she never thought that he would actually not appear.
There was no resentment, no sadness, only coldness. This was her own marriage, and looking back at the road she had taken was already very strange.
To leave her alone on the red carpet was no less painful than the despair on the rooftop in Sheng Ming that day. The only difference was that she had resigned herself to her fate.
Wen Hui would never forget the feeling when she found out that she was going to marry Qi Yuanming. She angrily ran to the roof of the building, looked down at the scenery of the Ming City from above and gritted her teeth as she said, "Qi Yuanming! If you force me again, I'll jump down from here. At worst, you can't get a drop of my blood! "
Qi Yuanming stood not far away with one hand in his pocket. He looked firmly on her, as he asked an irrelevant question. "Miss Wen, do you like to eat a medium—rare beef steak?"
Wen Hui stared back at him for a few seconds with her clear and beautiful eyes. Then, when she thought about the steak with blood in the restaurant, she could not control the nausea in her stomach.
If she were to jump down from here, her body would indeed be badly mangled. She wasn't seeking death, but was just unwilling to accept her fate.
The man's expression still remained the same, and his sharp and handsome face revealed a grim, "Actually, the fate of Wen Family depends on you. Even though this is a transaction, you have to be willing to do it. "
His words were so light and carefree, but in his eyes, human life had its price. It was easy to beg for death, but life that was no better than death referred to the most painful thing in the world.
"And if I don't agree?"
Qi Yuanming laughed. His sharp eyes squinting like a dangerous arc, "You can choose disagree. The only consequence is that Wen Family has completely disappeared from the Ming City."
He was just a cold and merciless beast in disguise. With just a few words, he was able to turn her original life upside down. She would never be at peace for the rest of her life!
Using her own blood in exchange for Wen Family's safety, she had no choice.
When there was a strange look around her, she was still calm as usual. She raised her pink lips and raised her eyes lightly to see that she really didn't care so much.
When the priest finished reciting a long string of lines that originally represented a promise of happiness, Wen Hui replied expressionlessly, "Yes, I do."
To be willing to sacrifice her life in exchange for the safety of Wen Family, how profound was that?
As soon as the words finished, thunderous applause rang from the audience. The dinner was just a formality. She did not need to appear as a bride in name, she only needed to appear in the auditorium. Sometimes, she even wondered if all of this was just an illusion.
When Wen Hui returned to the Qi Family, it was already too late. After packed up some clothes and jewelry she had brought, she stood in front of the mirror to carefully examine herself. She had goose face, beautiful but not charming. Her eyes had some magic to make people crazy.
The blood beneath her fine white skin, which she once despised, was now her life—saving drug. Suddenly she laughed as if it were a purple and red peony in a cluster of flowers.
Almost calculated, Wen Hui changed out of the formal attire, and her room door was opened after a few minutes. The man was 1.8 meters tall with refined short hair, and his black woolen overcoat seemed more magnificent and cold.
He slowly walked towards her with the cold of late night. She just took a quick glance and felt that his eyes were very bright and deep. This kind of man seemed unfathomable at first glance, but she fell into it.
The crackling and rattling outside was like the sound of rain, hitting her heart. Wen Hui lowered her head and said respectfully, "Mr. Qi."
