She remembers the demure behavior expected of ancient women and lowers her veil as he approaches, waiting with an elegant posture. Facing her soon-to-be husband, she feels slightly flustered. Though she had dated in her previous life, it was limited to kissing and she had never slept with a man.
A rod lifts her red veil, and the light brightens. The tall man is inches away, his robust breath washing over her, leaving her confused. Qin Yuhang’s eyes hold a hint of mockery: “Impatient, Miss Ye?”
Ye Hui is stunned. The man’s expression shows obvious estrangement and indifference. Is this how a groom should act?
“Beautiful indeed, but merely a pretty face,” Qin Yuhang’s lips curve, his dark eyes cold: “To secure the position of Qin Family’s daughter-in-law, your Ye family has gone to great lengths. But I want to make it clear: this position isn’t easy to hold. You should be prepared.”
He doesn’t like her! Ye Hui is at a loss, touching her still-painful throat, wondering if there’s a connection to Qian Zhengmei’s earlier actions. Does he like Qian Zhengmei?
On their wedding night, the groom leaves the bride and goes to entertain guests in the front courtyard, without even arranging companionship. She cannot believe the groom loves the bride.
The door opens, and servants enter with meal trays and wine vessels, preparing the traditional exchange of wedding cups.
Ye Hui’s body clearly cannot handle alcohol. After taking a sip, she chokes immediately, her injured throat causing more pain. She coughs painfully, hunching over.
Qin Yuhang hands her a towel, his eyes reproachful: “If you can’t drink, just touch your lips briefly.”
She takes the towel, wiping the wine from her lips, then presses it against her throat, hoping to ease the pain.
“What happened to your neck?” Qin Yuhang notices something amiss, moving her hand away. Seeing the bruised fingerprints, he is startled. Experienced and knowledgeable, he immediately guesses someone has harmed the bride. He dismisses the room’s servants, his brow showing anger: “Who came in earlier?”
Though he doesn’t like her, it doesn’t mean others can harm his woman.
Ye Hui feels a warmth inside but shakes her head, her voice still hoarse: “I accidentally scratched myself. No one came in.” Having just arrived, she lacks information to seek justice.
