Capítulo 6: Chapter 6: Marrying the Seriously Ill Rich Young Man (6)

But the auspicious time has arrived, how come we still haven't seen him?

Could it be that he's too ill to get out of bed?

Zhong Lingling's face was etched with worry as she bit her lower lip.

Being so seriously ill that he can't even complete the ceremony, yet still taking a wife? These wealthy people, they really have too much money and nowhere to spend it, spending three hundred thousand to marry a wife just to look after a critically ill son?

Everyone knows what a wife is for, but this sick bridegroom probably doesn't have such luck.

This is actually not bad!

Zhong Lingling had never considered herself very kind-hearted. If the husband she was marrying was truly too ill to get out of bed, it might be a good thing. At least she might be able to preserve her most precious thing.

The original her had always wanted to keep her most precious thing for her wedding night, of course, for her boyfriend Ji Wuyuan.

Now that Ji Wuyuan has disappeared, and she's married to a man whose face she hasn't even seen, naturally she doesn't wish her body to be touched by that stranger.

Please forgive her for truly and wickedly hoping that the man she was marrying was so ill that he was unaware of the world around him. That way, she would be at ease.

Hehe! She secretly snickered without making a sound, only the corners of her mouth revealed a subtle smile that no one could see.

"Steward Chen, go check on Yimo's room!" Xiang Zongyin said to the butler, Chen.

"Yes, Master!" Although Chen was several years older than Xiang Zongyin, his body was as fit as a young man.

He moved swiftly with steady steps towards Jingxiang Pavilion where Xiang Yimo resided.

"Everyone, please remain calm. Today is my beloved son's joyous day. I, Xiang Zongyin, guarantee that he will attend and complete the ceremony!" As the head of the family, Xiang Zongyin stood up.

At fifty-five, he looked as old as sixty, with more than half of his hair turned white and his complexion not looking good.

Probably a result of his year-round hard work managing the family business.

The people present were abuzz with discussion, but the bride, Zhong Lingling, didn't care at all.

After all, whether or not this ceremony took place was completely unimportant to her.

"The third young master probably can't get out of bed!"

"I think so too. I heard he can't even open his eyes!"

Words like these trickled into Zhong Lingling's ears, and the more she heard, the more pleased she felt.

Although she did feel a bit of sympathy for the third young master, everyone for themselves—if the third young master wasn't so ill, the one in a sorry state would be her, Zhong Lingling.

Several minutes went by, and when everyone thought the third young master wouldn't attend, suddenly, the butler Chen's voice came from afar.

"The third young master is here, the bridegroom arrives!"

"Quick! Go help!" Xiang Zongyin ordered, trembling.

Right after that, Zhong Lingling heard a flurry of footsteps rushing towards the outside of the hall.

Sigh, what was inevitable still happened.

Chen entered the hall, carrying a pale young man on his back, gasping for breath.

Those who went out to help did nothing but add to the chaos, blocking the entrance and causing a commotion.

Everyone was too eager to see the critically ill third young master, Xiang Yimo.

How seriously ill was he? When would he die? These were the topics of everyday gossip among them.

"Yimo!" Xiang Aoran finally took out his earphones, a grim look on his face as he strode towards Xiang Yimo's direction.

It had been some days since he last visited Xiang Yimo. He remembered that before Xiang Yimo fell ill, he and Xiang Aoran had been the closest, although Xiang Aoran was actually full brothers with Xiang Aofeng. But the bond between him and Xiang Yimo was much deeper.

Seeing his once lively and mischievous younger brother now reduced to this state, Xiang Aoran felt a vague pain in his heart, which was very unpleasant.

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