The matchmaker next to him shouted loudly.

"The auspicious time is coming, take him back to the main courtyard!"

Now, the scene that was quiet just now suddenly became lively.

"Congratulations, sir! Congratulations, madam!"

"If I get you drunk today, don't make things difficult for me later! Let's go back to the main courtyard!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The noisy and festive sound of firecrackers was particularly deafening, and also exaggerated the joy,

Sheng Wu stayed obediently on Shen Guiwu's back, and he carried her steadily. Amidst the laughter and joy of the crowd, they gradually walked out of Shen Qinghuan's yard.

Even though she couldn't see it, Sheng Wu could still feel a burning and forbearing gaze behind her.

She knew that Shen Qinghuan did not catch up.

A group of people came in a lively atmosphere and left in a noisy and joyful manner.

Shen Qinghuan stood in the yard, watching the two red figures leave. She seemed to be unable to hear the roar of firecrackers around her. She was the only one in the corner where there was a lot of noise.

Her cold eyes flickered, a look of desolation and loss in them, as if everyone had left in a chaotic rage, leaving only her. A complex and bitter feeling welled up in her heart, as if a stone had blocked her heart, thorny and yet unbearable.

Unless, she cut open her heart. But she couldn't bear to do that.

She likes her, but she can only like her. It wasn't her who carried Awu on her back and walked into this marriage, it wasn't her who opened Awu's veil, and it wasn't even her who could legitimately give her the title of Mrs. Shen.

The first person she liked was someone she shouldn't have liked, and she couldn't control herself.

"You, fell in love with stepmother."

Suddenly, a firm voice came from Shen Qinghuan's side.