211: Chapter 211: This is My Compensation to You 211: Chapter 211: This is My Compensation to You Two months later, she finally learned that she was still his wife.
And today, she had to have a wedding with him.
Why couldn’t he just let her go?
An Ruo felt a suffocating frustration in her heart, exceedingly uncomfortable—she really wanted to go mad, she even felt like killing soone!
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Tang Yuchen glanced at the ti.
An Ruo had been washing for ten minutes and still hadn’t co out.
Without a word, he pushed the door open and saw her standing silly under the shower in her clothes; his face imdiately darkened.
He went over to turn off the water, quickly removed her clothes, then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body before carrying her out.
He placed her on the couch, turned to the makeup artists, stylists, and bridesmaids, and said, “You have half an hour to get her ready.
Hurry up.”
A group of won looked at An Ruo in astonishnt, each harboring a hundred thousand whys.
Why had this bride suddenly beco a different person?
“What are you dallying for, don’t you all have work to do?” the man said sternly, his gaze sharp.
The shocked group quickly snapped back to reality and nodded repeatedly, promising to hurry.
They then clumsily started to dry An Ruo’s hair, apply her makeup, and change her clothes…
Dressed in a diamond-encrusted wedding gown, An Ruo instantly transford from Cinderella into Snow White.
Standing in front of a full-length mirror, she stared dazedly at the woman in the mirror, almost failing to recognize herself.
Tang Yuchen, in his white suit, joined her and, taller than she by a head, also gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
A trace of astonishnt flashed through the man’s eyes—it was the first ti he thought a woman looked beautiful.
An Ruo, naturally a delicate beauty with an inherent aura of tranquility like that of the south, had gained a few more enticing qualities with so ticulous preparation.
The combination of innocence and glamour, filled with a temptingly austere air, struck visually, making it impossible for one not to be captivated by her, rely able to keep looking deeply at her.
Coupled with the dazzling light reflected from her wedding dress, she appeared even more radiant and attractively ethereal.
Tang Yuchen embraced her from behind, his deep eyes dark and boundless.
He leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek and whispered gently, “This wedding belongs to you, An Ruo— this is my way of making it up to you.”
Making up for the wedding, making up for the pain she endured when she lost their child.
And making up for…
He didn’t know what else there was to make up for; he just wanted to give her so form of compensation.
An Ruo shot him a derisive glance, “This isn’t making it up to .
If you really wanted to make it up to , you’d divorce , let go.”
Tang Yuchen’s eyes grew intense, his expression slightly grim, “Is being my wife that bad?
As my wife, you can have whatever you want.
Wealth and luxury, these are what many people hope for but can’t get.”
But she didn’t need any of it!
She didn’t love money, didn’t crave fa; she only loved freedom and peace.
However, explaining this to him would be pointless; she might as well not waste her breath.
“Let’s go, it’s ti,” the man said, taking her hand, ready to lead her out.
“Wait,” An Ruo held him back, speaking faintly, “Give a veil—I want my face covered.”
She didn’t want to cause a sensation the mont she appeared.
Tang Yuchen raised an eyebrow, clearly understanding her aning.
An Ruo frowned, stressing her words, “If you don’t give one, don’t bla for doing sothing later that you will find intolerable!”
For instance, when the priest asked if she was willing to marry Tang Yuchen, she would answer: “I am not willing!”
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