Xiang Miaomiao felt a bit foolish as her eyes once again fell on Zhong Lingling's bridal veil.
She really wanted to see what her new sister-in-law looked like.
Xiang Miaomiao, the same age as Zhong Lingling, was twenty years old this year and the daughter of Xiang Zongyin and his current wife.
Xiang Zongyin and his current wife had a total of three wives between them. With his first wife, he had his eldest son, Xiang Aofeng, and his second son, Xiang Aoran. After his first wife passed away due to illness, he successively married a second wife and then the current one. The second wife bore him only one son, Xiang Yimo. Five years ago, the second wife died mysteriously and the cause is still unknown. Since then, Xiang Yimo had been seriously ill, so honestly, people couldn't blame the talk that he was plagued by bad luck and haunted by unclean things, which led to this absurd wedding tonight.
Xiang Zongyin and his current wife had one son and one daughter.
The daughter, Xiang Miaomiao, and the youngest son, Xiang Xiaolong, was just sixteen years old.
At the moment, Xiang Xiaolong was sitting next to Xiang Zongyin, busy playing on his cell phone as if he was texting someone.
It was evident that Xiang Zongyin adored him to death, treating him like the apple of his eye. At sixteen, he still treated him like a little boy, cradling him in the palm of his hand.
Xiang Zongyin's only living wife, that is, the third wife, Wang Xueyun, was dressed in an elegant and luxurious fashion.
Adorned with jewelry all over, with a rough estimate, they were worth at least ten million. Dressed in a black fur coat, she appeared young and wealthy despite nearing forty. Anyone who saw her couldn't help but exclaim how well she maintained herself!
Next to Wang Xueyun was a man in his early thirties. He was her younger brother, Wang Pincheng, and worked for the Xiang Family company.
Scattered around were also quite a few friends and relatives in attendance, too many to introduce individually.
Upon the bride's entrance, everyone found their places, with people sitting and standing as appropriate.
This wedding, amidst the opulent nuptials, seemed as commonplace as eating a family meal. For the wedding of the third young master of the Xiang Family, it was surprisingly simple, which was rather desolate. The only distinctive feature was that it was an ancient-style wedding.
Now the bride stood in the center of the hall, stepping on the soft red carpet. Zhong Lingling's heart, even in its calmness, couldn't help but start pounding erratically.
She had thought that her heart would be as still as stagnant water, but unexpectedly, standing in the bride's spot under everyone's gaze, she still became flustered.
Stay calm! She kept telling herself this.
What did it matter if she had no experience? She just had to listen to the matron of honor.
She would do as others said.
All brides in the world lack experience, yet their weddings go on just fine without any problems, unless, of course, it's a second marriage for the bride.
Thinking this, her heartbeat finally began to slow down a bit.
"The auspicious hour is here!" With that shout,
the noisy wedding hall instantly quietened down. If a pin were to drop, it was no exaggeration to say that one would be able to hear it loud and clear.
Zhong Lingling couldn't help but frown. Even if she couldn't see what was happening around her, the atmosphere told her that there must be something wrong with the wedding hall.
After a silence of about five or six seconds, the wedding hall erupted like a boiling pot.
"Where is the groom? Why hasn't the groom arrived yet?" Someone couldn't help but ask.
Everyone knew that today's protagonist, the third young master, Xiang Yimo, was plagued by illness. Out of various mentalities, including curiosity, they all wanted to see Xiang Yimo who hadn't appeared in public for quite some time.