After Wan Dou woke up, she had to go to the salon to do her hair and makeup.
As she passed by Wen Shiyu’s room, she thought about it and knocked on the door. No one opened the door. She pushed the door open and saw that Wen Shiyu had already gotten up. She stood in front of the window and looked outside, thinking about something.
“Since you’re already up, as you can see, today is my wedding day. If you’re willing, we’ll welcome you to our wedding. When the time comes, you can come with daddy.”
Wan Dou did not get any response and left.
Wen Shiyu looked at the people coming and going in the garden outside. She was tearing a flower in her hand.
Her heart was filled with defeat.
The person she hated the most was about to get married to the person she liked the most. She had even been invited to attend the wedding.
How could they rub salt on her wound?
Just as she was thinking about this, the door opened again. Wen Zhehan appeared at the door and shouted, “Xiaoyu, you’re up?”
Wen Zhehan took some time to come over. He wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with his daughter. He walked over and said to her, “Don’t lock yourself in the house anymore. Let’s not talk about the past anymore. Cheer up and live well, okay?”
Wen Zhehan was upset that his daughter did not speak. “Look, it’s your sister’s wedding today. No matter what, it’s a day worth celebrating. Why don’t you attend the wedding with your father and give them your blessings generously?”
After Wen Shiyu heard this, the corner of her mouth twitched. She did not agree but went straight back to the bed and lay down. She said, “I’m sleepy. I want to sleep. Please leave!”
She covered herself with the blanket again and refused to talk to outsiders.
Seeing her like this, Wen Zhehan did not know how to persuade her. After a moment of silence, he had no choice but to leave the room.
…
Wan Dou finished putting on her makeup and got dressed. The wedding car drove her to the largest church in Peijing.
Her father, Wen Zhehan, and Wan Dehai followed her to the scene.
The church was decorated with fresh flowers and veils.
When they arrived at their destination, Wan Dou got out of the car. Mother Wan helped her carry her dress while the two fathers accompanied her on the red carpet.
On both sides of the road, many people were watching and taking photos. The crowd gasped and praised the bride.
They walked into the church and saw a tall altar in front of them. On both sides were guests.
Among the crowd, Wan Dou saw familiar faces.
Xue Yating, Li Ruochu, Fang Xiaocheng, Xiao Yuqian… and Jing Xi all appeared in the seats and greeted her with smiles.
However, she had heard that Mu Chenguang’s mother would be attending the wedding, but she did not see her in the crowd. She did not know what was going on, nor did she know if she would come again.
Wan Dou was wearing a white veil and could not shake hands and hug her friends one by one. She was accompanied by her two fathers as they escorted her to the altar.
Mu Chenguang, who was wearing a white tuxedo, was handsome and dazzling today. He stood on top of the altar like an immortal descending to the mortal world.
He looked at the beautiful bride who was walking towards him.
When they got closer, Mu Chenguang walked down from the altar and took Wan Dou’s hands from the two fathers. He took her up the altar.
While the wedding was in progress, Wen Shiyu was standing on the roof of the Mu Group building.
Her face was filled with despair.
