The Wen family home has been brightly lit and bustling since early in the morning, with waiters and staff coming and going, and everything you can see is festive red.
Wensu got up early and hired the best makeup artists and stylists in the city. She sat in front of the mirror to put on makeup and put on her wedding clothes. Everyone praised her beauty when they saw her.
Wensu smiled back and signaled the waiter to give him a red envelope.
Although this wedding was not as big as the wedding between Wen Yuan and Zhou Liangqi, it can be seen that the Wen family gave it their full attention.
Early in the morning, Jiang Lingyu sent someone to quietly pick up Wen Yuan from the drug rehabilitation center. She was confused and looked decadent. Seeing such a grand scene, she asked absentmindedly: "What day is today?"
The waiter stammered and replied: "...Yes, it is the wedding of the eldest lady and Fu Shiyan."
"Wedding..." Wen Yuan opened and closed her dry mouth, unable to react. After a while, she suddenly smiled, "Wensu, Fu Shiyan... are all going to get married..."
A picture emerged in her mind. At the end of the college entrance examination, the boy she longed for stood under the mango tree outside the school, with an indifferent expression. Regardless of whether he had her in his heart, at that moment, he came just for her...
Wen Yuan couldn't help but feel sour in her heart. She twitched her lips and said, "I'm getting married again to the person I've begged for so many years but haven't gotten."
"Little... miss..."
"Let's go back."
The Wen family was lively, and in order to hide it from others, Wen Yuan was led in through the back door. She was dressed in plain clothes and looked out of place among the red everywhere, but no one dared to say anything.
In Wensu's room, she had already put on makeup and was communicating with the stylist about the details.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, everyone was startled, and when they looked around, they saw Wen Yuan's pale and frail face.
She stood quietly at the door. Wensu took a breath and said, "You all should go out."
Soon, there were only two people left in the room. Wen Yuan closed the door behind her back, walked up to her step by step, and looked her up and down, "Mrs. Fu?"
Wensu pursed her lips. She had never dared to look directly at Wen Yuan.
"Xiao...Xiaoyuan, you are back."
"You also called me Xiaoyuan."
"..."
"My mother asked me to come back to watch the ceremony. You are quite capable of getting married so quickly."
Wensu forced a smile, "Isn't this what you have been looking forward to? You asked me to do this."
Wen Yuan nodded, then suddenly reached out and slapped her hard.
Wensu was hit so hard that she turned her head away, the makeup on her face was immediately stained, the mark of the slap was obvious, and she was breathing rapidly.
"Now, you are kind of doing things for me, putting on the mask of Wen Shu, and you really think you are Wen Shu." Wen Yuan said sarcastically, with sharp eyes, "You are very proud of getting everything I didn't get.
Bar."
Wensu took a deep breath and stood up straight again, "When we first met, you told me that you wanted me to be Wen Shu and Fu Shiyan's wife. How come now that I have done it, you are not satisfied? You can't be jealous of me."
Bar."
Wen Yuan still remembered that the first time the two met was in Zhou Liangqi's office. At that time, she had just learned Jiang Shu's true identity and didn't know what to do. Zhou Liangqi persuaded her to feel at ease and called Wen Su.
Come in, "What do you think of her?"
Wen Yuan was almost stunned, "She..."
"It's very similar, enough to make it look fake."
Soon, Wensu joined the plan, went for plastic surgery and tattoos, and started to contact Fu Shiyan. Step by step, he got to where he is today.