Chapter 36 Wedding

A thin wooden door separated two worlds.

Outside the door were lively guests and an anxiously expectant groom; while inside, the bride was embracing another man.

Rong Xiu’s breathing was heavy as he looked at Wen Lan Sheng’s distorted shadow seeping through the door crack. The corners of his eyes and tips of his ears were flushed red. He leaned intimately against Fan Xia’s ear, his low, hoarse tone like a warm breeze blowing into Fan Xia’s ear canal: “You definitely haven’t registered your marriage with him, right?”

Fan Xia’s clear, gentle eyes trembled slightly as she nodded gently.

The wedding was just part of her revenge against the Wen family. Although it cost some money, with her education and work experience, earning money wasn’t difficult. A mere few hundred thousand could buy the trust of the Wen family, which was quite worthwhile.

Wen Lan Sheng had wanted to register their marriage much earlier, but she had always put it off using the excuse of her parents’ youthful marriage custom of holding the wedding first before registering.

As long as she brought up her deceased parents, no matter how dissatisfied Wen Lan Sheng was in his heart, he didn’t dare say anything.

Who told him to have a guilty conscience?

She accommodated him in every aspect of life, tolerating Wen Lan Sheng’s various tempers and tantrums as well as that group of bloodsucking family members. She even went so far as to inject money into his family, all to create the illusion for Wen Lan Sheng that she deeply loved him and was willing to give everything for him, making him willingly agree to have the wedding first before registering the marriage.

And it was precisely because of the wedding that she superficially became Wen Ming Yue’s daughter-in-law, such a close relationship, that Wen Ming Yue dared to pour all her money into the stock market.

However, they only held the wedding without registering the marriage, so that large apartment with just the down payment made had nothing to do with the Wen family. When her revenge succeeded in the future, she could also easily withdraw.

“Indeed, as expected.” A smile of certainty played at the corners of Rong Xiu’s lips.

Fan Xia had not a shred of feelings for Wen Lan Sheng, the son of her enemy. She only had utilization, completely treating him as a tool for revenge. No, Wen Lan Sheng himself was one of the targets of Fan Xia’s revenge.

Outside the door, Wen Lan Sheng turned his head, staring at the door of the storage room, seemingly hearing faint sounds from inside.

He twisted the doorknob, and the lock turned.

Fan Xia held her breath, gripping the door handle from the inside.

But Rong Xiu was at ease, not at all afraid of being caught in the act.

Wen Lan Sheng twisted it a few times, but the lock didn’t budge.

Rong Xiu’s long, narrow eyes flicked up proudly, the small wine-red mole at the corner exceptionally bewitching.

Fan Xia’s emotions relaxed. The clutter piled beside her lifted the hem of the bride’s pure white wedding dress, revealing the soft, beautiful lines of her calves. Rong Xiu’s eyes darkened.

“Fan Xia.” He pressed against her slender neck, his suit pant leg inadvertently brushing against the bride’s smooth, delicate calf. His thin lips enticed: “Wen Lan Sheng cares so much about this wedding. What would the groom’s reaction be if the bride abandoned him and left?”

Fan Xia looked at Rong Xiu with some surprise.

Given Wen Lan Sheng’s personality, he would definitely lose control and go crazy, right?

Rong Xiu lowered his head, his sinister gaze full of malicious resentment for that distorted figure outside the door. He just wanted to take Fan Xia away on the wedding day, ruining the most beautiful day of Wen Lan Sheng’s life, making him never able to have Fan Xia.

Knowing that his own mother had killed Fan Xia’s mother in a car crash, yet deliberately concealing it, not knowing to repent, not knowing to atone, but instead thinking of how to take advantage of the situation and seize the opportunity.

Appearing in her bleak world as a savior when Fan Xia was at her most desperate in life, vainly attempting to make Fan Xia regard him as salvation, see him as a ray of light in her dark life, cherishing and doting on him for a lifetime.

Disgusting.

He was as disgusting as Wen Ming Yue.

“……” Fan Xia stared intently at that shadow outside the door.

Wen Lan Sheng’s concerned and anxious tone slowly seeped in from outside the door: “Mom went to check the other bathroom too, but couldn’t find Xia Xia. Xia Xia didn’t bring her phone either. Could something have happened to her?”

“That shouldn’t be possible, right? What could happen in the hotel?”

“Should we go look elsewhere?”

Wen Lan Sheng nodded: “Alright.”

Rong Xiu’s knuckles were clenched so tightly they almost shattered, a frenzied light bursting from his eyes as he said in Fan Xia’s ear: “Since you want to take revenge on the Wen family, why not be more thorough?”

Fan Xia’s gaze lingered on Rong Xiu’s face shrouded in shadow. Her fingertip lifted his chin as she said: “Do you want to help me take revenge on the Wen family, or do you want to satisfy your own desires?”

Rong Xiu’s eyes flickered slightly as he frankly said: “Both.”

If he hadn’t known today about what the Wen family had done to Fan Xia, he would have genuinely come to attend the wedding.

Even if he still harbored unspeakable thoughts about Fan Xia in his heart, even fantasizing that as long as Fan Xia was willing, he could join them without needing status after she married Wen Lan Sheng. But no matter what, he wouldn’t have ruined her wedding, letting relatives and friends laugh at her.

But now that he knew the truth behind it all, knew of Fan Xia’s years of bitter endurance, he wanted to become the knife for Fan Xia’s revenge. As long as Fan Xia had use for him, he would strike without hesitation.

Fan Xia leaned against the wall, her hair bun already somewhat loose, wisps of hair at her temples in disarray. The iris flower had been trampled into mud by his leather shoes. But her gaze was calm and carefree, even showing some interest: “Then if I leave here, where should I go?”

“To my place.” Rong Xiu blurted out. After saying it, he felt it was a bit abrupt, his heart racing: “I, I still owe you a meal.”

Fan Xia smiled, smiling very happily: “Alright.”

Rong Xiu’s expression froze briefly before overflowing with wild joy.

Fan Xia leaned forward, adjusting the thin-edged gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped down his high, straight nose bridge. Her cool fingertips brushed past the corner of his eye.

Rong Xiu’s breath caught, his spine tingling as if electrified.

“Actually, I’ve wanted to say for a long time, you look better in gold-rimmed glasses than frameless ones.” Her voice was as clear and cool as water, yet particularly affectionate in the quiet, narrow space.

Rong Xiu’s earlobes climbed with a soft red like ripe berries. He unconsciously touched the gold-rimmed glasses frame, the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifting.