There seemed to be tears glistening on her face; although she had touched up her makeup, the redness in her eyes betrayed her. It turns out that no matter what social status a girl is, she will be heartbroken on her wedding day.

Qin Xiaoyu felt a sudden tightness in her chest. She had never been married, yet she was already a widow. Where could she go to seek justice?

"Are you satisfied now?" Bai Weiwei asked with a cold smile.

"What's so satisfying? You've suffered enough, how about a treat?" Qin Xiaoyu sat down on the sofa next to her without any politeness.

"I was already being cynical enough by wearing a white wedding dress, but I never expected my bridesmaids to be in little black dresses. It seems my wedding is destined to be the talk of the town, and our story will probably be passed down for generations." Bai Weiwei was quite cute when she made fun of herself.

"You should be glad you got to do what you wanted. Not everyone can wear a white wedding dress just because they want to," Qin Xiaoyu said with a wry smile.

"You're wrong. This is my only condition. I didn't even choose the groom myself for this white wedding dress. Do you still think I'm lucky?"

"What? The groom wasn't chosen by himself?" Qin Xiaoyu's worldview was shaken. Could it be that the wedding dress could be chosen, but the groom couldn't? What kind of logic is that?

"What I'm about to say is very important to you, so listen carefully." Bai Weiwei stood up, lifted her skirt, and walked to the window.

"Alright, since you're the bride today, go ahead and say it." Qin Xiaoyu looked at her beautiful back and, remembering what she had just said, suddenly felt a little sorry for her.

"I was born into this family, and I've gained a lot, but I've also had to sacrifice a lot. My biggest act of willfulness was wanting to do whatever I wanted, and for that, I paid a heavy price. Now I accept it; I'll bear the consequences of my actions. So, the harm I caused you will now be repaid to me in double measure, and you can be satisfied now. Today is my wedding, and I hope you can be with me to make it go smoothly. Of course, you can try to sabotage it, but remember, as long as you want to climb the social ladder, this is the circle you'll have to enter sooner or later. This is your only chance to turn things around. If you mess it up, you'll be cutting off your own path. Think it over."

Qin Xiaoyu has always believed in the famous saying, "Those who understand the times are the heroes."

She decided to cooperate with Bai Weiwei today.

However, the sacrifice Bai Weiwei spoke of made her scoff. Given the Bai family's status, she was destined for a life of wealth and power, though it was possible she wouldn't have any real feelings for her groom. But weren't all these people like that? Zhou Yue was no exception.

The word "sacrifice" is just sentimental. Compared to Hanhan's mother, not being able to marry the person she loves, having to endure hardship and poverty, being bullied by her mother-in-law, and being looked down upon by her sisters-in-law, that's real suffering.

Is there any pain that Bai Weiwei can't resolve with a single shopping trip to Paris? If there really is, then she'll just have to fly there twice.

Except for the absence of a priest officiating, the wedding was conducted in a Western style. Qin Xiaoyu met Bai Weiwei's father for the first time. Compared to Commander Zhou, he was younger, but his facial features were stiff, his expression cold, and he kept people at arm's length.

Qin Xiaoyu suspected he had the same face at home. Comparing the two, she suddenly understood why Qing Xiaoxu was so hostile towards Zhou Xing's mother. Commander Zhou was cold on the outside but warm on the inside; though he teased Zhou Xing's mother, he truly doted on her.

As for this father, he only loves himself and is willing to sacrifice everyone else.

He walked into the hall arm in arm with Bai Weiwei, followed closely by Qin Xiaoyu and two flower girls. Putting everything else aside, her black dress alone made her the focus of the entire event, successfully stealing the spotlight from Bai Weiwei.

It wasn't until the groom appeared and stood side by side with Bai Weiwei on the stage that Qin Xiaoyu realized that Bai Weiwei had indeed made a great sacrifice.

The groom, Zuo Xiangyang, looked two years older than Bai's father. He wasn't in good health, panting after every step. His hair appeared to be dyed, an excessively dark color that resembled a comical hat.

He coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, and someone handed him some tissues. He spat them out, threw them aside, and then slowly moved his obese body over. He took out a jewelry box from his pocket, took out a glittering gold ring, and handed it forward.

Bai Weiwei looked at the hand that had just thrown the toilet paper with undisguised disgust. The groom seemed annoyed by the long wait and gave her an impatient glance. Bai Weiwei had no choice but to extend her hand, clad in a white gloved shirt. The groom rudely slipped the ring on.

The people in the audience were even more nervous than the couple on stage, but when they arrived, they all breathed a sigh of relief and burst into applause.

Qin Xiaoyu noticed that the people in the audience were focused on the black dress and no one had any objections to the groom. It seemed that they already knew who the groom was and had discussed it countless times, so there was nothing new about it.

Qin Xiaoyu went through with the wedding with a feeling of pity. The bride and groom were going on their honeymoon after the ceremony, which was entirely in a Western style, so Bai Weiwei threw away the bouquet.

A group of girls rushed forward with smiles, with Qin Xiaoyu lagging behind. But someone suddenly pushed the bouquet, and it flew right in front of her. She instinctively caught it with her hand, and once again became the focus of attention.

Qin Xiaoyu smiled wryly, holding her bouquet, quite pleased with herself for drawing that period.

Bai Weiwei didn't even say a simple goodbye to her parents; the wedding had severed all ties between them. She walked directly to the car at the bottom of the steps. The crowd surged forward automatically, and Qin Xiaoyu followed.

The car started slowly, but stopped again after going a short distance. Bai Weiwei got out of the car and waved to Qin Xiaoyu.

Although Qin Xiaoyu was reluctant, she still went over.

Bai Weiwei stretched out her arms and gave her a big hug. Qin Xiaoyu was caught off guard and was hugged right in the middle.

"Thank you for your cooperation today. I also want to give you a big gift. Zhou Xing is injured, and it's uncertain whether he'll come back alive." After saying this, Bai Weiwei smiled and returned to the car. The driver seemed to have exhausted his last bit of patience, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

Everyone knew the party was over, and after setting rules for half a day, they were all eager to go home, like monkeys scattering when a tree falls, each going their own way.

Only Qin Xiaoyu stood still, like a wooden or clay sculpture.

Zhou Xing is injured. Whether he can come back alive is a question.

These words struck her like a thunderbolt, leaving her completely stunned.

When she snapped out of her shock, the place was deserted. She stumbled out of Crane Garden. Like a lost soul, she walked half a block before remembering she had driven there.

As Qin Xiaoyu climbed into the off-road vehicle, she felt dizzy.

Go home immediately and try to find out where Zhou Xing is.

She made up her mind, shifted into gear, and started driving. But the operation that she usually handled smoothly suddenly felt unfamiliar. She was supposed to turn left and drive off the sidewalk, but somehow the car turned right. Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly steered, but it was too late, so she slammed on the brakes.

The front of the car bumped into the tree again. Qin Xiaoyu's body lurched forward and then bounced back, feeling like a rag doll that had been slammed hard to the ground, her internal organs aching from the shock.